Realize This...
Title: Realise This...
Author: Me [Elle]
Rating: PG-13 [mentions of oral sex and sweet boy-kissing]
Pairing: One sided Spencer/Pete, Spencer/????
Summery: 3 days...thats all it took Spencer...3 DAYS!
Disclaimer: i doubt Spencer has any hate for Ashlee Simpson[Wentz], and im indifferent...so SHUSH!
A/N: 3am fic drabble one-shots arent that bad....right?
Day One: Thursday Night
"I hate Ashlee"
Now, usually I wouldn't say these things outside of my own personal thoughts, but this one slipped out, so I just went with it when I got three odd looks.
"You hate- why?" Ryan asked, looking up from his notebook for the first time since we were back on the bus, which was 45 minutes ago.
"Because she stole Pete away from me!" I said, pursing lips. Brendon smiled from the front of the bus, like he always does when I go on my 'so and so stole something from me' rants.
"Awh Spin..."
"Don't you 'Awh Spin' me, Brendon, I'm serious."
"Well then, I don't know what you can do about it now, they are happily mar-"
"Say the M word, Ryan, and I will castrate you and send it to Keltie-" I started then I shook my head, changing my mind "Nah, I wont send it to Kelts..I'll send it to Jac"
Ryan's eyes widened and I narrowed my eyes at Jon, who was just looking back at me "What?"
"Why would you want Pete?"
What? Why the hell is Jon asking such stupid questions? Ive established many times before why I want Pete over anyone else that I've had contact with; He gives good head.
"I have reasons.."
"Well, because he gives good oral isn't a reason," Jon said condescendingly "If that was the case..we'd ALL be in love with the poor guy"
that...that's a point.
"Well, that wasn't it, so there"
Ryan and Brendon believed it; Jon, of course, didn't.
"I'm not gonna drop this" Jon said, an eyebrow cocked up. I was unfazed.
"yeah...sure."
Day Two: Friday Afternoon
"I still hate Ashlee"
at this point in time, this wasn't going to be a regular thing until I found out some news on TMZ.
"what do you hate her for now?" Brendon asked, adjusting a ridiculous princess crown on his head, that he got from a fan on his 21st birthday two months ago.
"The heifer is pregnant...with Pete's baby!"
"...that's old news, Spencer"
"but I found it odd for a few reasons though, Bren" I said in a quizzing voice and Brendon's eyebrow rose slightly, leaning closer to me.
"I'm listening..."
"One! I find it odd about the wedding came out of nowhere and they were married fast afterwards"
"uh hum.."
"Two! Pete SURE wasn't her first fuck...so why wasn't she pregnant for all her other boyfriends? Why was she SO careful with them and so careless with Pete?"
"Oh My God.."
"AND THREE! -"
"yeah?"
"-PETE WAS MINE!"
Brendon's face suddenly went blank and he rolled his eyes "You fucking had me, Smith, you SO had me!'
"Yeah well," I shrugged my shoulders "i hope the baby comes out looking like Dirty."
"What about Dirty?" Jon asked, walking from the back lounge where him and Ryan were working all morning.
"Hes on his rant again about...you know."
"Oh right" Jon nodded, looking at Ryan walk by him and collapse next to a sprawled out Brendon, snuggling against one of Brendon's legs.
"yeah...shes a hoe"
"Mhm. Uh, Spencer, I want to show you something that i found last night in the back lounge" Jon said, looking at Ryan briefly. Ryan opened one eye and gave a unnoticed nod.
"ooh, what did you find?" I said, perking up slightly. Jon shrugged.
"not exactly sure but Ryan said you could probably figure it out before anyone else"
I'm down for that. if it ends up being something worth some cash, I'm SO buying all the shoes in Fifth Avenue.
"alright!" I piped up, hopping up and wanders into the back lounge, Jon not far behind me.
Day Three: Saturday Mid-Morning
Brendon and Jon sat in the front of the bus, singing some random song by a girl name Katy and she liked kissing girls when Ryan walked out, looking alittle out of place.
"Something up, Ry?" Jon asked, turning around in his seat on the floor and Ryan nodded.
"yeah, I'm cool, I'm just worried where Spencer is." Ryan said, scratching his head and yawns the sleep out of him.
"Starbucks." Brendon answered, not looking up from a magazine he stole from the convenient store in Arizona. Jon just looked at Brendon then up at Ryan and shrugged. Ryan looked at Jon extra carefully then shook his head, sitting in the bus booth and laid his head on top of his arms.
"I'M BACK BITCHES!" I said, opening the bus door and bouncing up the steps, coffees and cakes in hand, setting them down on the table, arranging them to each preference "And I come carrying some news!"
"Your finally gonna shave that beard?" Ryan asked, lifting his head to see a coffee and cake in front of him. I shook my head.
" They denied you access into Foot Locker?" Jon guessed, eyeing up the donut in my hand. I shook my head and licked the donut to call a silent claim. Jon frowned.
"...Nsync is getting back together?!" Brendon squeaked, and i had to look at him with the most endearing look I could muster, because even though that wasn't it, it was cute that he thought of that...I loved Nsync.
"No Brendon" I shook my head then looked back at the other two "give up?"
all three of them nodded their heads and I took a breath in.
"Guys...I hate-"
Ryan narrowed his eyes "i swear to god, if you say-"
"-Pete." I finished and Brendon and Ryan's eyes shot up to me. Jon was unfazed, of course.
"Whoa. for serious?" Brendon asked, jaw ajar slightly.
"Definitely. I'm so over him and his stank-rat" I smiled, taking a bite out of my donut.
"what made this revelation?" Ryan asked, sipping his coffee and I turned to him.
"Well...I thought about it and the whole Pete thing was only like, three times, and I was blinded by his mouth that I didn't noticed something that was even better then his head.."
"oh yeah?" Jon questioned, tilting his head, looking up at me "and whats so much better then Pete's oral?"
I smiled, dropping to my knees in front of Jon, biting my lip.
"Yours" and with that, I pressed my lips to his, knocking him back, our heads landing right next to Brendon and his magazine. Ryan groaned.
"oh Jesus! get a bunk!" he whined, earning a 'shush' from Brendon.
"I think its cute" Brendon chirped, looking at us and sighs, going back to his magazine, humming softly. Ryan just groaned again, dropping his head back onto his arms.
"I HATE JONCER!"
Author: Me [Elle]
Rating: PG-13 [mentions of oral sex and sweet boy-kissing]
Pairing: One sided Spencer/Pete, Spencer/????
Summery: 3 days...thats all it took Spencer...3 DAYS!
Disclaimer: i doubt Spencer has any hate for Ashlee Simpson[Wentz], and im indifferent...so SHUSH!
A/N: 3am fic drabble one-shots arent that bad....right?
Day One: Thursday Night
"I hate Ashlee"
Now, usually I wouldn't say these things outside of my own personal thoughts, but this one slipped out, so I just went with it when I got three odd looks.
"You hate- why?" Ryan asked, looking up from his notebook for the first time since we were back on the bus, which was 45 minutes ago.
"Because she stole Pete away from me!" I said, pursing lips. Brendon smiled from the front of the bus, like he always does when I go on my 'so and so stole something from me' rants.
"Awh Spin..."
"Don't you 'Awh Spin' me, Brendon, I'm serious."
"Well then, I don't know what you can do about it now, they are happily mar-"
"Say the M word, Ryan, and I will castrate you and send it to Keltie-" I started then I shook my head, changing my mind "Nah, I wont send it to Kelts..I'll send it to Jac"
Ryan's eyes widened and I narrowed my eyes at Jon, who was just looking back at me "What?"
"Why would you want Pete?"
What? Why the hell is Jon asking such stupid questions? Ive established many times before why I want Pete over anyone else that I've had contact with; He gives good head.
"I have reasons.."
"Well, because he gives good oral isn't a reason," Jon said condescendingly "If that was the case..we'd ALL be in love with the poor guy"
that...that's a point.
"Well, that wasn't it, so there"
Ryan and Brendon believed it; Jon, of course, didn't.
"I'm not gonna drop this" Jon said, an eyebrow cocked up. I was unfazed.
"yeah...sure."
Day Two: Friday Afternoon
"I still hate Ashlee"
at this point in time, this wasn't going to be a regular thing until I found out some news on TMZ.
"what do you hate her for now?" Brendon asked, adjusting a ridiculous princess crown on his head, that he got from a fan on his 21st birthday two months ago.
"The heifer is pregnant...with Pete's baby!"
"...that's old news, Spencer"
"but I found it odd for a few reasons though, Bren" I said in a quizzing voice and Brendon's eyebrow rose slightly, leaning closer to me.
"I'm listening..."
"One! I find it odd about the wedding came out of nowhere and they were married fast afterwards"
"uh hum.."
"Two! Pete SURE wasn't her first fuck...so why wasn't she pregnant for all her other boyfriends? Why was she SO careful with them and so careless with Pete?"
"Oh My God.."
"AND THREE! -"
"yeah?"
"-PETE WAS MINE!"
Brendon's face suddenly went blank and he rolled his eyes "You fucking had me, Smith, you SO had me!'
"Yeah well," I shrugged my shoulders "i hope the baby comes out looking like Dirty."
"What about Dirty?" Jon asked, walking from the back lounge where him and Ryan were working all morning.
"Hes on his rant again about...you know."
"Oh right" Jon nodded, looking at Ryan walk by him and collapse next to a sprawled out Brendon, snuggling against one of Brendon's legs.
"yeah...shes a hoe"
"Mhm. Uh, Spencer, I want to show you something that i found last night in the back lounge" Jon said, looking at Ryan briefly. Ryan opened one eye and gave a unnoticed nod.
"ooh, what did you find?" I said, perking up slightly. Jon shrugged.
"not exactly sure but Ryan said you could probably figure it out before anyone else"
I'm down for that. if it ends up being something worth some cash, I'm SO buying all the shoes in Fifth Avenue.
"alright!" I piped up, hopping up and wanders into the back lounge, Jon not far behind me.
Day Three: Saturday Mid-Morning
Brendon and Jon sat in the front of the bus, singing some random song by a girl name Katy and she liked kissing girls when Ryan walked out, looking alittle out of place.
"Something up, Ry?" Jon asked, turning around in his seat on the floor and Ryan nodded.
"yeah, I'm cool, I'm just worried where Spencer is." Ryan said, scratching his head and yawns the sleep out of him.
"Starbucks." Brendon answered, not looking up from a magazine he stole from the convenient store in Arizona. Jon just looked at Brendon then up at Ryan and shrugged. Ryan looked at Jon extra carefully then shook his head, sitting in the bus booth and laid his head on top of his arms.
"I'M BACK BITCHES!" I said, opening the bus door and bouncing up the steps, coffees and cakes in hand, setting them down on the table, arranging them to each preference "And I come carrying some news!"
"Your finally gonna shave that beard?" Ryan asked, lifting his head to see a coffee and cake in front of him. I shook my head.
" They denied you access into Foot Locker?" Jon guessed, eyeing up the donut in my hand. I shook my head and licked the donut to call a silent claim. Jon frowned.
"...Nsync is getting back together?!" Brendon squeaked, and i had to look at him with the most endearing look I could muster, because even though that wasn't it, it was cute that he thought of that...I loved Nsync.
"No Brendon" I shook my head then looked back at the other two "give up?"
all three of them nodded their heads and I took a breath in.
"Guys...I hate-"
Ryan narrowed his eyes "i swear to god, if you say-"
"-Pete." I finished and Brendon and Ryan's eyes shot up to me. Jon was unfazed, of course.
"Whoa. for serious?" Brendon asked, jaw ajar slightly.
"Definitely. I'm so over him and his stank-rat" I smiled, taking a bite out of my donut.
"what made this revelation?" Ryan asked, sipping his coffee and I turned to him.
"Well...I thought about it and the whole Pete thing was only like, three times, and I was blinded by his mouth that I didn't noticed something that was even better then his head.."
"oh yeah?" Jon questioned, tilting his head, looking up at me "and whats so much better then Pete's oral?"
I smiled, dropping to my knees in front of Jon, biting my lip.
"Yours" and with that, I pressed my lips to his, knocking him back, our heads landing right next to Brendon and his magazine. Ryan groaned.
"oh Jesus! get a bunk!" he whined, earning a 'shush' from Brendon.
"I think its cute" Brendon chirped, looking at us and sighs, going back to his magazine, humming softly. Ryan just groaned again, dropping his head back onto his arms.
"I HATE JONCER!"