Feeding you with weapons in the form of words
i must first apologise.
cough mixture, seriously makes me do awesome(ly) (stupid) things!
And All the Love Songs Go Together
P!ATD fic.
Ryan and Spencer get a moment on the bus . (i think)
Ryan was pretty adamant about what he was saying, but Spencer had learned to tune him out since third grade. Ryan always had ideas. He was always talking about them, getting people to believe in them, sometimes even going into much too extensive detail.
Spencer wasn’t listening. He mentally checked the items of their schedules off in his head; planned his next call to his mom and was about to continue onto a mental equipment check for the next show when what Ryan said actually registered in his head.
“What?” he mumbled, clearing the checklists out of his head. “You don’t go to church, Ryan.”
“No, you see, that’s the thing. I saw someone, let me show you."
Ryan reached for a sharpie and an abandoned copy of AP, and began to draw.
“Ryan. What the fuck is that?”
“Can’t you tell?” Ryan said. And he started to draw again.
“Ryan.” Spencer said simply. Ryan tusked and continued.
“Okay. So, it’s a guy and a girl.” Thank God Ryan’s stage make up is not like this.
“Wrong. A man and a woman.”
Spencer resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Okay, so a man, and a woman. Please continue, Ry.”
Ryan, ecstatic that he had Spencer’s full attention at last, flipped the page.
“Hang on Ry!”
“What?” Ryan asked, Sharpie in mid air.
“Fuck, not on Davey Havok, all right?”
Ryan made an impatient sound, flipped another page, and continued.
“Ryan. Seriously. That looks like the first one.”
“You still don’t get it?”
“Of course I don’t!”
Ryan let out a long-suffering sign, and walked up, tossing the sharpie and paper aside. He marched over, sat down next to Spencer, moving his butt to the edge of the seat and placed his head on Spencer’s shoulder.
Long pause.
“Ryan.”
“hmm?”
“What?”
“Oh for God sakes!” Ryan raised his hands up in defeat. “Am I that fucking bad at drawing? Look at the fucking thing. It’s a woman lying on a man’s shoulder!”
Spencer stared at the purple sharpie lines on top of Adam Lazzara’s face, and he his eyes grew wide. “Ooooh… So what’s the deal?”
Ryan sighed, leaning back onto the seat and resting his head comfortably on Spencer’s shoulder. “I think that’s true love.”
Spencer counted to ten.
“Ryan. Lying on somebody’s shoulder is true fucking love?” he said.
“Yea!”
“That’s your epic thought involving God?”
“Because when God made man and woman, he decided that the side of the woman’s head would fall on a man’s shoulder perfectly. Like puzzle pieces.”
Long pause.
“Well, so... am i to say you're the girl in this situation?”
"Spencer!!"
"Okay okay. So. erm. God's... erm. . Wait. So you're saying we're puzzle pieces?"
“........ God damn fucking FINALLY, Spence.”
“Ryan.”
“What?”
“You look like your neck’s broken.”
“Shut up.”