No Regrets [6/14]
Title:No Regrets
Author: Pat Patthe_popup_book and Hillyhikaruikiru
Rating:R just cuz...
Pairing:Ryte or Pete/Ryan
POV:1st person(Ryan Ross' POV)
Summary: Ryan Ross: He's underage, gay, and is falling for his boss. Panic at the Disco just got signed to Fueled by Ramen.
Disclaimer:Don't own, don't know, don't sue.
Author Notes:yay! this was written a long ass time ago by me and my friend...
Part 1|Part 2|Part 3|Part 4Part 5
Chapter 6
I was sitting about at the table a couple of days after that night. Brent comes up to me. He throws some pictures down in front of me. I jump and stare at the. Oh, fuck! They were of me and Pete.
“I always knew you were sick, but not this way.”
My eyes widen. How? It must have been when we heard that noise. I could tell that is when these pictures were taken. It was Pete's office and we were wearing the same clothes. They weren't just of us kissing, but having sex.
“I knew there was something up. Staying late, working hard my ass. You two were busy fucking each other.”
I can only stare at the pictures. What's going to happen? I have no idea how to respond to this. This is fucking huge and very bad. This wasn't supposed to come out until I was eighteen if at all.
“You’ve just ruined our band. How much of a whore can you be? It's bad enough you and Brendon act so queer together. But this? I wonder what your father would say if he saw this.”
That hits a sensitive spot. Brent knows this too. He is just saying it to hurt me.
“Don't even fucking bring that bastard into this! He has nothing to do with this!”
“This is ridiculous. Is this really how you got us signed? By fucking the label boss? What did you have Jack Janick fuck you too to seal the deal?”
“Brent, that's enough,” Spencer interrupts. “Just leave Ryan alone. He doesn't deserve your fucking degrading mouth.”
“Did you know about this?” Brent asks him.
Brent points at the pictures and Spencer takes a look. His eyes widen.
“No... I didn't know,” Spencer looks at me for a brief second and then back at Brent. “Brent... This wasn't any of your business. This is Ryan's love life. Who he loves isn't any of your concern.”
“So are you saying you think it's alright for someone who is seventeen to go out with someone in his mid-twenties? It's fucking messed up. Pete could lose his fucking job over something as petty as him!”
I stand up and clenching my fist. I bring it to Brent's face.
“You fucking prick. I've put up with all the bullshit you've thrown in my face and have said nothing. It is none of your fucking business what I do with my sex life or who is in it. This seriously is the last straw. I want you out. You're out of Panic! At the Disco. I want you out of my life.”
“Well, that's great to know. I'd rather shoot myself that be in a band with a fag. Maybe you should be the one out!”
“Brent, enough! You heard him! That's fucking enough of your bullshit! Just get the hell out of here. I will not tolerate you bad mouthing my best friend! He did nothing wrong!” Spencer yells at him.
I honestly never felt so proud of Spencer than I do now. I know he will stick by me no matter what. That is seriously what a great guy Spencer is.
And it is in this moment Brendon walks into the room. “What is all the commotion about?”
“Ryan is fucking around with Pete Wentz,” Brent tells him bluntly. “There are pictures all over the internet. He's seventeen fucking around with a twenty-three year old.”
Brendon looks at me for a second. I really hope he isn't pissed at me for this. He doesn't look that way at least, no one can really tell with Brendon. He can mask his unhappy feelings about anything and play it off as if he is okay with everything. He looks at me and then looks at the pictures that are displayed out on the table.
“Do you really love him?” he asks softly.
I nod. “Very much so.”
“Then I don't see the big deal about it. Just a few more months and you won't be a minor. As long as you're happy, Ry, I could care less who you're with. Pete seems like a very nice guy.”
I smile. I would have almost expect him to side with Brent on this one. I guess that goes to show just how much his upbringing really didn't effect the way he is today. Otherwise, Brent would have had someone on his side. It makes me so happy to have his support.
“It's wrong. Am I the only one who cares about this band's image?”
“Brent, I remember hearing Ryan say that you were out of the band,” Spencer says.
“What?” Brendon asks a bit shocked. “When did this happen?”
“Just now. Just because I am thinking of the band and not myself. I know what kind of publicity this will being and it's not good.”
“No, you said that you didn't want to be in a band with someone who is gay, so why are you trying to stay?” Spencer snaps at him.
“Well, if that is how you really feel, Brent, then you will have to leave the band. We can't have a bitter feud and be a band,” Brendon says. “And I would hate to lose you as a friend like this. But... I can't let your prejudice thoughts get in the way. This is still Ryan's band. If he doesn't want you here, then you have to leave.”
At first, Brent just looks appalled by what Brendon just said. I guess he was hoping to get Brendon to be on his side on this. After all, Brendon was friends with him before Spencer and me. After he let's everything sink in, he just gets pissed.
“Good fucking luck finding another bassist. I don't know who would even like to take my place in this band,” Brent retorts.
Within ten minutes he has all of his things packed and out of the room. At least I won't have to put up with his shit anymore. Brendon hugs me the same as always. It actually gives me a feeling of comfort. I accept it easily.
“Don't worry about anything. We can find a new bassist easily. I can't believe Brent is being such a fucking dick.”
“I'm not worried about that. What I am worried about is how Pete is taking this news. We're going to have to tell him about this,” I say. I'd like thee to be some sort of warning.
“No offence guys, but where will we find another bassist?” Spencer asks.
“We'll ask around. I'm sure other bands know some people,” I say.
I have to be optimistic about this situation. Everything is so screwed.
Author: Pat Patthe_popup_book and Hillyhikaruikiru
Rating:R just cuz...
Pairing:Ryte or Pete/Ryan
POV:1st person(Ryan Ross' POV)
Summary: Ryan Ross: He's underage, gay, and is falling for his boss. Panic at the Disco just got signed to Fueled by Ramen.
Disclaimer:Don't own, don't know, don't sue.
Author Notes:yay! this was written a long ass time ago by me and my friend...
Part 1|Part 2|Part 3|Part 4Part 5
Chapter 6
I was sitting about at the table a couple of days after that night. Brent comes up to me. He throws some pictures down in front of me. I jump and stare at the. Oh, fuck! They were of me and Pete.
“I always knew you were sick, but not this way.”
My eyes widen. How? It must have been when we heard that noise. I could tell that is when these pictures were taken. It was Pete's office and we were wearing the same clothes. They weren't just of us kissing, but having sex.
“I knew there was something up. Staying late, working hard my ass. You two were busy fucking each other.”
I can only stare at the pictures. What's going to happen? I have no idea how to respond to this. This is fucking huge and very bad. This wasn't supposed to come out until I was eighteen if at all.
“You’ve just ruined our band. How much of a whore can you be? It's bad enough you and Brendon act so queer together. But this? I wonder what your father would say if he saw this.”
That hits a sensitive spot. Brent knows this too. He is just saying it to hurt me.
“Don't even fucking bring that bastard into this! He has nothing to do with this!”
“This is ridiculous. Is this really how you got us signed? By fucking the label boss? What did you have Jack Janick fuck you too to seal the deal?”
“Brent, that's enough,” Spencer interrupts. “Just leave Ryan alone. He doesn't deserve your fucking degrading mouth.”
“Did you know about this?” Brent asks him.
Brent points at the pictures and Spencer takes a look. His eyes widen.
“No... I didn't know,” Spencer looks at me for a brief second and then back at Brent. “Brent... This wasn't any of your business. This is Ryan's love life. Who he loves isn't any of your concern.”
“So are you saying you think it's alright for someone who is seventeen to go out with someone in his mid-twenties? It's fucking messed up. Pete could lose his fucking job over something as petty as him!”
I stand up and clenching my fist. I bring it to Brent's face.
“You fucking prick. I've put up with all the bullshit you've thrown in my face and have said nothing. It is none of your fucking business what I do with my sex life or who is in it. This seriously is the last straw. I want you out. You're out of Panic! At the Disco. I want you out of my life.”
“Well, that's great to know. I'd rather shoot myself that be in a band with a fag. Maybe you should be the one out!”
“Brent, enough! You heard him! That's fucking enough of your bullshit! Just get the hell out of here. I will not tolerate you bad mouthing my best friend! He did nothing wrong!” Spencer yells at him.
I honestly never felt so proud of Spencer than I do now. I know he will stick by me no matter what. That is seriously what a great guy Spencer is.
And it is in this moment Brendon walks into the room. “What is all the commotion about?”
“Ryan is fucking around with Pete Wentz,” Brent tells him bluntly. “There are pictures all over the internet. He's seventeen fucking around with a twenty-three year old.”
Brendon looks at me for a second. I really hope he isn't pissed at me for this. He doesn't look that way at least, no one can really tell with Brendon. He can mask his unhappy feelings about anything and play it off as if he is okay with everything. He looks at me and then looks at the pictures that are displayed out on the table.
“Do you really love him?” he asks softly.
I nod. “Very much so.”
“Then I don't see the big deal about it. Just a few more months and you won't be a minor. As long as you're happy, Ry, I could care less who you're with. Pete seems like a very nice guy.”
I smile. I would have almost expect him to side with Brent on this one. I guess that goes to show just how much his upbringing really didn't effect the way he is today. Otherwise, Brent would have had someone on his side. It makes me so happy to have his support.
“It's wrong. Am I the only one who cares about this band's image?”
“Brent, I remember hearing Ryan say that you were out of the band,” Spencer says.
“What?” Brendon asks a bit shocked. “When did this happen?”
“Just now. Just because I am thinking of the band and not myself. I know what kind of publicity this will being and it's not good.”
“No, you said that you didn't want to be in a band with someone who is gay, so why are you trying to stay?” Spencer snaps at him.
“Well, if that is how you really feel, Brent, then you will have to leave the band. We can't have a bitter feud and be a band,” Brendon says. “And I would hate to lose you as a friend like this. But... I can't let your prejudice thoughts get in the way. This is still Ryan's band. If he doesn't want you here, then you have to leave.”
At first, Brent just looks appalled by what Brendon just said. I guess he was hoping to get Brendon to be on his side on this. After all, Brendon was friends with him before Spencer and me. After he let's everything sink in, he just gets pissed.
“Good fucking luck finding another bassist. I don't know who would even like to take my place in this band,” Brent retorts.
Within ten minutes he has all of his things packed and out of the room. At least I won't have to put up with his shit anymore. Brendon hugs me the same as always. It actually gives me a feeling of comfort. I accept it easily.
“Don't worry about anything. We can find a new bassist easily. I can't believe Brent is being such a fucking dick.”
“I'm not worried about that. What I am worried about is how Pete is taking this news. We're going to have to tell him about this,” I say. I'd like thee to be some sort of warning.
“No offence guys, but where will we find another bassist?” Spencer asks.
“We'll ask around. I'm sure other bands know some people,” I say.
I have to be optimistic about this situation. Everything is so screwed.