Laughing at the Sunrise
Title: Laughing at the Sunrise
Author: starsandsands
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
POV: 3rd
Disclaimer: Not real D:
Summary: Middleschool!Dance AU. Written for failboatsinlove's "Against The Wall" prompt (because wall= wallflowers!)
Author's Note: Title & lyrics belong to Violent Femmes. Kudos to amadrabbit for the song suggestion and soporta for looking it over.
Spencer Smith was not very happy. His best friend Ryan had somehow charmed him into going to the Spring Fling Dance, promising, "I won't leave you for one minute!" and "It'll be fun!" Well, Ryan had obviously lied, not even three minutes after they had pushed their way into the crappily-decorated gym, Ryan had slipped away, chatting to some eighth-grade girls.
Spencer was left awkwardly swaying by the door, not knowing anyone (his friends usually didn't go to dances), looking around for someone, anyone, that he sort of knew so he could pass the time. He thought about leaving, but he was Ryan's ride and didn't even think of dragging Ryan away from his eighth-grade friends.
He looked around and spotted a snack table on the opposite side of the gym. He walked over and grabbed a granola bar (damn the school board for mandating healthy foods). He was just about to open it when a hand grabbed his wrist.
"You gotta pay for that first," a bored-looking girl informed him, looking up at him through her thick glasses.
"What? I paid five dollars to come to this dance and you're telling me-"
"You gotta pay for the snacks. It's not like we get them for free, you gotta pay for everything, ya know."
"So I bought a stupid ticket and I'm not allowed to eat a granola bar without paying for it first? What exactly was the five bucks for?"
"Well, we gotta buy decorations, and we gotta pay the DJ and..." Spencer lets her ramble for a few more minutes before walking away.
"Hey! Aren't you at least gonna buy the granola bar? It's only fifty cents!" she shouts after him, but he ignores her, finding an empty space on the edge of the dancers, and returns to just awkwardly bobbing his head to the crappy pop music blaring on the speakers.
Spencer hears a small cough on his right, so he turns and looks to find Brendon Urie, the quiet whiz-kid that he remembers from kindergarten.
"Just ignore Allison, she's a huge bitch," he says, nodding to the snack table.
Spencer's eyes widen a little at the swear word. It's the first time he's ever heard Brendon talk, and he swore to top it off, so it's a bit surprising.
"Don't looked so shocked. The student council adviser Mrs. Hicks is a greedy whore and will drain every last penny she can out of the student body," Brendon speaks again, turning so he's actually facing Spencer.
"Oh," Spencer says, still shocked that the assumingly innocent genius that he's known since elementary school (but still never talked to) is talking shit about a teacher.
"I don't think we've actually ever spoken before, I'm Brendon Urie," Brendon introduces himself and grins so wide Spencer feels a little dazed.
"Yeah, I know, we've been going to the same school since kindergarten. But uh, just in case, I'm Spencer Smith." Spencer holds his hand out and can't help but notice how sweaty Brendon's palm is when they shake hands.
"Nice to officially meet you, Spencer." Brendon smiles again, and this time so does Spencer.
They spend the rest of the dance with their backs pressed to the bleachers, talking about random things, Brendon every once in a while leaning in to whisper insults about the dancers. Brendon's breath is tickling Spencer's ear and he can find himself flushing, grateful for the semi-dark lighting.
Finally the DJ announces, "One last song before this dance is over!" and Spencer feels kind of disappointed, wanting to spend more time with Brendon. He's sort of afraid that the "magic" or whatever will be over by the time they leave, and he doesn't want the night afternoon to end.
Good feeling, won't you stay with me just a little longer?
The song is softer than the others, slow and dreamy.
"So, um... you wanna dance?" Brendon asks, casually, still facing forward.
"What?"
"Well, I mean, why go to a dance without actually, uh... dancing?"
"Okay, um... sure." Spencer is blushing again, although he's not exactly sure why.
Brendon tentatively takes his hand and leads him onto the dance floor. Spencer takes his other hand, and they sway with the music, getting closer with each step until their chests are almost pressed together.
What a good time but now, I have to find a bed that can take this weight.
Brendon presses his forehead to Spencer's, and they rock gently, hands still clasped firmly and swaying at their sides. Brendon's mouth is moving and it takes Spencer a little while to figure out that he's singing along softly. The song floating over the speakers is a little scratchy, but added with Brendon's whispery voice, it almost sounds magical.
Spencer could sort of see the other couples dancing around them, and at first he felt a bit claustrophobic, but now with Brendon's hands cradling his, and Brendon himself so close to him, he feels protected, warm and safe.
Oh dear lady, won't you stay with me just a little longer?
He closes his eyes and can feel Brendon's heart beating against his own. They're fluttery and wild, but still seem to match the rhythm of the song.
The moment seems to last forever, but when it ends, it seems too brief.
It always seems like you're leaving, when I need you here just a little longer...
The song fades, still echoing in Spencer's ears, but they remain dancing until he feels a tap on his shoulder. He opens his eyes and sees Brendon's eyes still closed, long, dark eyelashes resting on pale cheeks. He smiles and turns his head gently to see Ryan, curious and impatient.
"Brendon, I umm... I have to go," he whispers and lets go of Brendon's hands. Spencer barely gets a glimpse of Brendon's eyes opening before he's being whisked away by Ryan.
"Was that uh... Brandon from your math class?" Ryan asks, as they wait in the parking lot for Spencer's mom.
"Brendon," Spencer corrects, his face on fire. He hears a quiet cough from behind him, and turns to see Brendon, looking down shyly at his feet.
"Oh, hey," Spencer greets, his face still tomato red.
"Um... here." Brendon slips him a folded piece of paper and kisses Spencer's cheek quickly. He skips off, humming something suspiciously like the song they danced to earlier.
If Spencer could've gotten any redder, he would have. Ryan just smirks at him and they wait in silence until Mrs. Smith's car gets there.
"Hey boys, did you have fun?" she asks them as they slide into the backseat.
He unfolds the paper in his lap, and on it is Brendon's phone number and email address.
"Yeah, we did," Spencer says, grinning widely.
Author: starsandsands
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
POV: 3rd
Disclaimer: Not real D:
Summary: Middleschool!Dance AU. Written for failboatsinlove's "Against The Wall" prompt (because wall= wallflowers!)
Author's Note: Title & lyrics belong to Violent Femmes. Kudos to amadrabbit for the song suggestion and soporta for looking it over.
Spencer Smith was not very happy. His best friend Ryan had somehow charmed him into going to the Spring Fling Dance, promising, "I won't leave you for one minute!" and "It'll be fun!" Well, Ryan had obviously lied, not even three minutes after they had pushed their way into the crappily-decorated gym, Ryan had slipped away, chatting to some eighth-grade girls.
Spencer was left awkwardly swaying by the door, not knowing anyone (his friends usually didn't go to dances), looking around for someone, anyone, that he sort of knew so he could pass the time. He thought about leaving, but he was Ryan's ride and didn't even think of dragging Ryan away from his eighth-grade friends.
He looked around and spotted a snack table on the opposite side of the gym. He walked over and grabbed a granola bar (damn the school board for mandating healthy foods). He was just about to open it when a hand grabbed his wrist.
"You gotta pay for that first," a bored-looking girl informed him, looking up at him through her thick glasses.
"What? I paid five dollars to come to this dance and you're telling me-"
"You gotta pay for the snacks. It's not like we get them for free, you gotta pay for everything, ya know."
"So I bought a stupid ticket and I'm not allowed to eat a granola bar without paying for it first? What exactly was the five bucks for?"
"Well, we gotta buy decorations, and we gotta pay the DJ and..." Spencer lets her ramble for a few more minutes before walking away.
"Hey! Aren't you at least gonna buy the granola bar? It's only fifty cents!" she shouts after him, but he ignores her, finding an empty space on the edge of the dancers, and returns to just awkwardly bobbing his head to the crappy pop music blaring on the speakers.
Spencer hears a small cough on his right, so he turns and looks to find Brendon Urie, the quiet whiz-kid that he remembers from kindergarten.
"Just ignore Allison, she's a huge bitch," he says, nodding to the snack table.
Spencer's eyes widen a little at the swear word. It's the first time he's ever heard Brendon talk, and he swore to top it off, so it's a bit surprising.
"Don't looked so shocked. The student council adviser Mrs. Hicks is a greedy whore and will drain every last penny she can out of the student body," Brendon speaks again, turning so he's actually facing Spencer.
"Oh," Spencer says, still shocked that the assumingly innocent genius that he's known since elementary school (but still never talked to) is talking shit about a teacher.
"I don't think we've actually ever spoken before, I'm Brendon Urie," Brendon introduces himself and grins so wide Spencer feels a little dazed.
"Yeah, I know, we've been going to the same school since kindergarten. But uh, just in case, I'm Spencer Smith." Spencer holds his hand out and can't help but notice how sweaty Brendon's palm is when they shake hands.
"Nice to officially meet you, Spencer." Brendon smiles again, and this time so does Spencer.
They spend the rest of the dance with their backs pressed to the bleachers, talking about random things, Brendon every once in a while leaning in to whisper insults about the dancers. Brendon's breath is tickling Spencer's ear and he can find himself flushing, grateful for the semi-dark lighting.
Finally the DJ announces, "One last song before this dance is over!" and Spencer feels kind of disappointed, wanting to spend more time with Brendon. He's sort of afraid that the "magic" or whatever will be over by the time they leave, and he doesn't want the night afternoon to end.
Good feeling, won't you stay with me just a little longer?
The song is softer than the others, slow and dreamy.
"So, um... you wanna dance?" Brendon asks, casually, still facing forward.
"What?"
"Well, I mean, why go to a dance without actually, uh... dancing?"
"Okay, um... sure." Spencer is blushing again, although he's not exactly sure why.
Brendon tentatively takes his hand and leads him onto the dance floor. Spencer takes his other hand, and they sway with the music, getting closer with each step until their chests are almost pressed together.
What a good time but now, I have to find a bed that can take this weight.
Brendon presses his forehead to Spencer's, and they rock gently, hands still clasped firmly and swaying at their sides. Brendon's mouth is moving and it takes Spencer a little while to figure out that he's singing along softly. The song floating over the speakers is a little scratchy, but added with Brendon's whispery voice, it almost sounds magical.
Spencer could sort of see the other couples dancing around them, and at first he felt a bit claustrophobic, but now with Brendon's hands cradling his, and Brendon himself so close to him, he feels protected, warm and safe.
Oh dear lady, won't you stay with me just a little longer?
He closes his eyes and can feel Brendon's heart beating against his own. They're fluttery and wild, but still seem to match the rhythm of the song.
The moment seems to last forever, but when it ends, it seems too brief.
It always seems like you're leaving, when I need you here just a little longer...
The song fades, still echoing in Spencer's ears, but they remain dancing until he feels a tap on his shoulder. He opens his eyes and sees Brendon's eyes still closed, long, dark eyelashes resting on pale cheeks. He smiles and turns his head gently to see Ryan, curious and impatient.
"Brendon, I umm... I have to go," he whispers and lets go of Brendon's hands. Spencer barely gets a glimpse of Brendon's eyes opening before he's being whisked away by Ryan.
"Was that uh... Brandon from your math class?" Ryan asks, as they wait in the parking lot for Spencer's mom.
"Brendon," Spencer corrects, his face on fire. He hears a quiet cough from behind him, and turns to see Brendon, looking down shyly at his feet.
"Oh, hey," Spencer greets, his face still tomato red.
"Um... here." Brendon slips him a folded piece of paper and kisses Spencer's cheek quickly. He skips off, humming something suspiciously like the song they danced to earlier.
If Spencer could've gotten any redder, he would have. Ryan just smirks at him and they wait in silence until Mrs. Smith's car gets there.
"Hey boys, did you have fun?" she asks them as they slide into the backseat.
He unfolds the paper in his lap, and on it is Brendon's phone number and email address.
"Yeah, we did," Spencer says, grinning widely.