Panic At The Disco Fanfiction
Title: That Boy, on the Street Corner (standalone)
Author: Beachbutt (me)
Pairing: Joncer, Rydon
General Summary: And then Spencer saw him, that beautiful dark haired boy in the pinstriped vest and grey jeans. He stood on the street corner by the traffic lights.
For the first time in an hour Spencer didn’t feel nervous.
Word count: 550
Rating: G
POV: 3rd person- mainly Spencer
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the people in this story. None of this ever happened, EVER. I made all this shit up. I’m not quite sure, but I might have seen the title (____On the Street Corner) somewhere else. idk
Authors Notes: Bloody hell, writing this stuff is fun. ENJOY! And again I welcome any and all feedback. Thanks.
That Boy, on the Street Corner
Spencer sat in the passenger seat of the van, trying to block out Brendon’s continuous rabble about their gig which would be starting in three hours. Wait, 2 and 3 quarters.
Spencer shifted in his seat, feeling uncomfortable and nervous.
Brent and Ryan sat in the back, half listening to Brendon, running over the set list in their heads.
Brent’s fingers walked along his air-bass resting on his lap and tapped his foot on the floor.
Ryan hummed melodies quietly and moved his lips ever so slightly when it was to his backing parts.
They both looked so very relaxed and calm but Spencer’s stomach was filled with butterflies and Brendon’s voice wasn’t making him feel any better.
Spencer looked out the window at the passing cars, trees, houses and people then started making up a story for each person in his head.
This seemed to take Spencers mind of the gig but whenever he thought of music, he was reminded of it and felt sick.
Spencer could hear Brendon’s voice.
“Helloooo? Spencey?” Brendon slapped his shoulder.
“Ah, what!?” Spencer snapped.
“Are you okay? You look a bit out of it to me. Oh, you must be nervous. Don’t be nervous! You have no reason to be nervous. I mean, we’ve practised this a million times over. You know what to do! It’ll come automatically after a while. Well, it does for me anyway. Once you’re up on that stage you’ll be totally…”
Spencer turned to look out the window again, leaving Brendon to talk to himself.
Another five minutes of driving passed.
“Yay! We’re almost there!” Brendon said looking over his shoulder at the two boys in the back.
Ryan smiled at him. Yeah, the smile Spencer had seen Ryan shoot him a lot lately. The kind Spencer had only received from a few girls over the past eighteen years of his life.
Brent nodded.
The mass of butterflies in Spencers stomach doubled maybe tripled and he moaned, pushing himself further down into his seat.
Red light.
Brendon pushed the brake pedal down slowly and the van came to a halt just in front of the line on the road.
And then Spencer saw him, that beautiful dark haired boy in the pinstriped vest and grey jeans. He stood on the street corner by the traffic lights.
He had his earphones in and was tapping his foot to the beat in his ears.
Spencer thought he knew him, or had seen him before. No. he thought. It must have been in a dream, or déjà vu.
Jon (hey, where did that come from) walked across the street, Spencers eyes following him. He walked slowly and when he was directly in front of Brendon’s van, looked up and right into Spencers eyes.
Spencer’s stomach fluttered.
Jon turned away and flicked his fringe out of his eyes.
For the first time in an hour Spencer didn’t feel nervous.
Brendon looked at Spencer. “Were you checking him out?” his eyes lit up. “You were!”
“Jesus Christ, man. I wasn’t-“
“I didn’t even know you were gay!”
“What?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“But I’m not-“
“Spencer, Spencer, Spencer. I tell you everything, so in a way, you…” Brendon was on yet another talking spree.
Spencer looked at Ryan and laughed.
“Tell me everything, huh?”