a sensation of falling (eventual gsf) - part 6
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[to wake: four years later]
Spencer loosens his tie as they walk down the hallway, Ryan's voice drifting over him. He's not really paying attention to the words, busy making a mental note to call Brent later and wish him a happy birthday, but he does catch the phrase 'word nazi' so Ryan must be talking about his publisher, Beckett, again. Ryan bitches and moans like noone's business, but Spencer knows that Ryan has a bit of hero worship for the guy. Which, Spencer figures, he should. Bill Beckett has single-handedly built a small publishing empire and helped Ryan reach the top of the charts.
When they check Jon's room, he's not there, but Spencer can hear the echo of the piano down the hall and pulls Ryan in that direction. Ryan twists his wrist out of Spencer's grip, but a second later he can feel the slide of fingers with his own. He raises an eyebrow, but Ryan just rolls his eyes and Spencer laughs.
The music is louder now; it sounds familiar, like something that Spencer hasn't heard in years. His step falters. The music stops and Jon's warm laughter echoes down the hallway instead. Spencer can hear the low tones of conversation, mixed with an occasional little trill on the piano keys. They get to the doors and Spencer has to fight the urge to turn around and run, but Ryan tugs him through the door before he can act on the feeling.
The first thing he sees when he steps into the room is Jon, head thrown back. A wide smile on his face and laughter in his eyes. Spencer feels that automatic warmth rush through him that he gets with Jon, feels it in the pit of stomach and thinks for a second mine before he notices the man sitting at the piano.
His back is to the door, but there's something so familiar about the line of the shoulders, the tilt of his head that Spencer nearly gasps. And when the stranger's hands tumble across the keys, not paying attention but picking out the tune that sends Spencer back six years, he can't breathe, can't move.
itcan'tbeitcan'tbeitcan'tbe
Jon finally notices the two of them standing in the doorway, "Hey guys, great timing! This is-"
"Brendon." Spencer whispers on a breath.
"-Brendon Urie." He can feel Ryan turn his head, startled. But Spencer can't stop staring at the man in front of him who's looking back at him just as solemnly.
"He's the new music teacher here and the kids love him already. Spencer?" He can hear the curiosity in Jon's voice, feels Ryan's fingers tighten around his own, but he can't respond, can't seem to make his voice work. And then Brendon smiles, brilliant and bright and god, Spencer's missed that so much that his legs nearly give out.
"It's about time you got here, Spencer Smith. I've been waiting for ages."
[the beginning]
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[to wake: four years later]
Spencer loosens his tie as they walk down the hallway, Ryan's voice drifting over him. He's not really paying attention to the words, busy making a mental note to call Brent later and wish him a happy birthday, but he does catch the phrase 'word nazi' so Ryan must be talking about his publisher, Beckett, again. Ryan bitches and moans like noone's business, but Spencer knows that Ryan has a bit of hero worship for the guy. Which, Spencer figures, he should. Bill Beckett has single-handedly built a small publishing empire and helped Ryan reach the top of the charts.
When they check Jon's room, he's not there, but Spencer can hear the echo of the piano down the hall and pulls Ryan in that direction. Ryan twists his wrist out of Spencer's grip, but a second later he can feel the slide of fingers with his own. He raises an eyebrow, but Ryan just rolls his eyes and Spencer laughs.
The music is louder now; it sounds familiar, like something that Spencer hasn't heard in years. His step falters. The music stops and Jon's warm laughter echoes down the hallway instead. Spencer can hear the low tones of conversation, mixed with an occasional little trill on the piano keys. They get to the doors and Spencer has to fight the urge to turn around and run, but Ryan tugs him through the door before he can act on the feeling.
The first thing he sees when he steps into the room is Jon, head thrown back. A wide smile on his face and laughter in his eyes. Spencer feels that automatic warmth rush through him that he gets with Jon, feels it in the pit of stomach and thinks for a second mine before he notices the man sitting at the piano.
His back is to the door, but there's something so familiar about the line of the shoulders, the tilt of his head that Spencer nearly gasps. And when the stranger's hands tumble across the keys, not paying attention but picking out the tune that sends Spencer back six years, he can't breathe, can't move.
itcan'tbeitcan'tbeitcan'tbe
Jon finally notices the two of them standing in the doorway, "Hey guys, great timing! This is-"
"Brendon." Spencer whispers on a breath.
"-Brendon Urie." He can feel Ryan turn his head, startled. But Spencer can't stop staring at the man in front of him who's looking back at him just as solemnly.
"He's the new music teacher here and the kids love him already. Spencer?" He can hear the curiosity in Jon's voice, feels Ryan's fingers tighten around his own, but he can't respond, can't seem to make his voice work. And then Brendon smiles, brilliant and bright and god, Spencer's missed that so much that his legs nearly give out.
"It's about time you got here, Spencer Smith. I've been waiting for ages."
[the beginning]
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