Oh my god, this year has dealt me a horrible hand I'll try and explain, but you won't understand
So here is a story I wrote forr English about Ryan and Brendon along with Marshall and johnson.
Its not edited, so expect a lot of mistakes.
And it doesn't have a title.
Ryan Ross was your typical everyday musician, playing his music for the rest of the worl. He loved his job, who wouldn't? You were never bored, and you could never succumb to the daily schedule that an everyday office job would bring. Because as a musician, nothing was ever echted in stone. You were always on the go and ryan loved it. Expect right now, that is.
Ryan sits with his head in his hands, and his annoying, but yet bestfriend and bandmate Brendon Urie poking him in the head asking what's wrong? "What's wrong?! What's wrong is that Spencer and Jon, out bandmates, and not to mention half of panic At The disco, are on another continent! Brendon, maybe it's because we are stuck in Sweden and we have no way of getting home, becuase our passports are on that plane that just took off with our best friends!"
Brendon sat there for a few minutes in silence, something ryan was oddly happy about. usually if Brendon is silent, he either did something he wasn't suppose to do, like eat all the poptarts in the box knowing they wouldn't be getting any more for a while, or he was hurt. Then he said excitedly, "We can go on a vacation Ryan! Just say we are trying to get home, waiting for our passports here safe and sound, and we could just take off! Nobody would know! Everyone knows passports take forever to be ordered and arrive."
Ryan sat there blase. "Bren, we need to get home. Pete would kill us if we don't get there time. He needs us!"
"Pete always needs us, we fuel his paycheck! Now we need him...to leave us alone. Come on Ry, where is your sense of adventure?" Brendon responded.
The airport around them was up and moving. Everybody was in a rush. Tons of tourist arriving with their families for summer vacation. There is no way their passports would be top priority. And besides, Ryan didn't even have his guitar with him to keep him entertained. It was also on the plane. He silently pleaded that Spencer would pick it up, the thought of someone else having it scared him to death. Brendon was more then pleased with Ryan's decision. "So, what's your big plan?' ryan asked.
"Oh, umm, I was hoping that you would have one," Brendon said sheepishly. Ryan sighed and took the final sip of his coffee, that had cooled emensly from sitting in his hand.
After a few more minutes ryan had come up with a master mind plan for their getaway. Well, there "Journey of ultimate danger and unexpected encounters" in Brendon's words. While Brendon ws acting out his vision of what was going to happen, ryan was flipping threw a travel guide, mapping out their trip in full. Their first trip would take them to Rome, which would be about a 17 hours train ride. As much as ryan knew that this was a bad idea, he was really looking forward to site seeing. Rome had some of the greatest architectual history.
"Brendon, how many coffees' have you had today?"
"I haven't had any Ry. Only the red bull Spencer gave me, and the one Zack gave me, and the rest f Jon's that he let me have, I swear!"
Ryan knew this would be a long ride. It was long enough, 17 hours train ride, with deats that were placed to close together, storage that was too high and windows that made it look like algea was growing uncontrollable. Needless to say, Ryan felt like he was in a fishtank with one to many fish.
"So, let's play a game. nothing better to do," Brendon suggested as they took their seats next to one another. Ryan nodded his head in agreement. How bad could this be?
"Okay, I spy with my weirdly, deformed, amazing, sexy..." Ryan stared at the back of the seat infront of him with his eye wide open; his head resting in his hand, while his other one scratched the back of his neck. They've been playing eye spy for almost an two hours and the only thing Ryan can see is him killing his best friend.
"...Somthing red! Did you know-"
"Yes Brendon, I know that red is your favorite color and is it that lady's luggage who is two seats up and to the left?"
"You are a mind read Ryan Ross!" Brendon said astounished.
"No, Brendon Urie, you are just an idiot."
By some miracle, Brendon ended up falling asleep leaning against Ryan's shoulder, but at least he was quiet. Ryan leaned his head against the cold glass, watching the rain as it quickly pelted the gladd. After a few minutes of the calming sound, ryan was able to nod off into a content slumber.
After a few hours, they came to a screaching hault. The car they were in was full of smoke, and ryan was being shaken awake by Brendon. Ryan allowed Brendon to carry him out of the smoke filled cabin out into the bright morning sun.
"What's going on B?"
"The engine caught on fire. I don't think anyone is hurt. How are you feeling?"
ryan thought for a minute. He didn't feel anything. His body just felt like it was comprised off jello. The facade side of the bus was covered in sut and flame wipped around the bottom near the engine. People were sitting on the ground, many of them who were also gragged out by family and friends.
As he was scanning the crowd, he noticed two people dragging and helping people off the engulfed vehical.
"Hey, is that Marshall and johnson?" Ryan asked. Marshall and Johnson were band members of a band that Ryan and his bandmates helped to discover. But The Cab was a rookie band, why would they be touring in Europe?
"It is. Hey Alex squared!" Brendon called out. Ryan just sighed at Brendon and his stupid name for them. Though, It did get their attention and they immediatly went to the aid of their friends.
"Are you guys hurt? What are you doing here? Do you know what happened?" Marshall raced.
"I think we are good. I'm not sure what happened really. One minute i was sleeping, the next i was being dragged out of a burning train," Ryan explained.
"Sounds like you have had a nice trip. where are you guys coming from?" johnson asked. Around them people were beggining to calm down, andd the fire was just about put to a simmer.
"Yeah I know. We're coming from Copenhagen, Sweden. We had a festival there. We got off the plane for a few minutes to get something to eat and the plane took off with our passports. So we decided to take a break. Where are we anywhere?"
"Berlin. Ian and singer are going to be at the awards to we decided to take a trip to Europe. We were heading over to the hotair balloon ride and we saw all this. We couldn't just walk away like some haughty person who doesn't want to get their hands dirty," Marshall explained. Just as he said it, a women in a fur coat was yelling at a fireman for getting her wet.
"Some people," Brendon said. They all agreed. After a few minutes, and talking to a police officer, ryan and Brendon agreed to join the two on the hotair balloon ride to Paris.
"Use a pseudonym instead of your real name Ry. We don't need crazy fans taking the balloon down the get us," Ryan ageed for once with Brendon.
The balloon ride was very relaxing, until there was a very loud pop and the balloon started to spiral downwards. The balloon tumbled towards the ground, luckaly landing in a tree where all four of them and the drive could safly land on the ground.
"you two are bad luck," Johnson said climbing out of the tree.
"Maybe we should have left you guys in Berlin," Marshall chimed in.
They walked around the bar ground till they came to a opening with a strange little village. when they got there, they noticed that all transporation was done by horse drawn carage on a cobble stone road way.
To Be Continued...
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