The Friction in Your Amazingly Well-Designed Pants
Title: The Friction in Your Amazingly Well-Designed Pants
Author: ivesia19
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryden
POV: 3rd Person
Summary: Project Runway fun featuring amazing clothes, sexual tension, and fluff.
Disclaimer: I don’t own “Project Runway” and this story is as fake as Cartman’s compassion. (Alice/other contestants are made up)
Author Notes: I know, I know. Another crossover fic. I can’t help it! They just jump out and yell “write me! Write me!” I can’t tell the little jumping ideas no. Plus, Project Runway starts tomorrow! I promise that my next fic will be only P!ATD. I think.
Alice could barely believe that she had made it to the final challenge of “Project Runway”. After weeks of barely any sleep, bitchy girls and boys all running around trying to screw each other over, and stick thin models that made her feel like a boat house, the end was finally in sight. One more challenge and she was off to Fashion Week.
Alice and the remaining contestants were all sitting together at the edge of the runway, waiting for Heidi to come and announce the week’s challenge. Next to her, Alice could see Tiffany freaking out. Oh, how she hated that girl. It seemed to be Tiffany’s goal to see just how little fabric one person could wear without being censored by the FCC. Alice couldn’t help but smile as she remembered the talk that Tim Gunn had with Tiffany last week when she tried to pull off Christina Aguilera shorts. Not camera friendly, that’s for sure.
“Oh my God, can you believe that she actually wore a tube top?” Michael, by far Alice’s favorite still left on the show, whispered loudly into her ear. “There is no way that her silicone tits will stay under that cheap polyester.” Michael tilted his head slightly, obviously checking Tiffany out. “Not that I mind too much.”
Alice laughed and hit Michael good-naturedly on his forearm. “Now that’s just disgusting.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Alice could see Collin, the last remaining contestant, nod in agreement. Alice smiled brightly at him before he could turn away. Collin wasn’t much for interaction.
“I wonder what Heidi’s going to have us do today,” Alice said to Michael, still watching Collin not watch her.
“Hopefully me.” Michael laughed at the shocked look that flashed over Alice’s features. “What? I haven’t gotten any in over a month! What I won’t do to - ” Michael stopped himself short as Heidi made her way down the runway. “Tell you later.”
“Looking forward to it, I’m sure,” Alice joked out of the corner of her mouth, making sure that Heidi didn’t see her.
After the cameramen gave her the okay, Heidi smiled brightly down at the designers. “Congratulations designers. This is the last challenge before Fashion Week, you should all be very proud of yourselves for getting this far.”
Alice tried to smile genuinely but not seem annoying, she knew that right now cameras were panning carefully across her face, broadcasting her to millions of people across America.
“This week we have a very special challenge, unlike any that you have faced in the competition. For the past several weeks you have been designing women’s clothing, but this week we want to see how you handle menswear.”
Alice couldn’t help but let her carefully placed smile slip off her face. Menswear. How uninspiring.
Around her, Alice could see that the rest of the designers held similar expressions of disappointment.
Heidi smiled, “But there’s a twist.” Of course there was a twist, it was Reality TV, there’s always a twist. “You are designing stage clothes for the popular band Panic! at the Disco.”
Even though Alice was two seats over from Tiffany she could practically hear her mental fangirling. Late at night, after an exhausting day of working their asses off, nothing gave Tiffany more pleasure than to talk about why Brendon Urie was the hottest thing on the planet and sing along to “I Write Sins, Not Tragedies”.
Alice knew enough about the band to know who they were and that their stage clothes were insane. Maybe the challenge wouldn’t be so dull after all. Her mind started spinning with bright colors and tight pants when Heidi’s German-accented voice pierced through her thoughts.
“Because we don’t have any male models, the boys are going to model for you.” This time, Tiffany actually let out a little yelp before she tightly shut her mouth. Next to her, Michael snickered. “Please welcome Brendon Urie, Ryan Ross, Spencer Smith, and Jon Walker.”
As she said their names, the boys popped out from behind the big white sign and came down the runway. From their order down the runway, Alice figured out their names. Of course she knew Brendon’s. She had seen his picture enough after several weeks of Tiffany’s obsession.
Brendon was leading the group, walking down the runway with a faint jump in his step. Alice could see that he was, in fact, gorgeous, but then again, after closer inspection, she saw that all the boys were pretty damn sexy.
They lined up, side by side, along the runway. Alice couldn’t help but notice that Brendon and the extremely skinny boy with a bright splash of color swept across his eyes were standing so close together one would think that the expansive runway was no bigger than a phone booth.
“Alice, since you won last week’s challenge you can choose your model first.” Alice appraised the boys standing in front of her. All of them were thin and could be considered good models, but really all Alice wanted to do was piss off Tiffany.
“I’ll take Brendon.” A wide grin flashed across the boy’s face and he waved at Alice. Alice waved back, his enthusiasm infectious. It didn’t hurt that Tiffany was now visibly glaring.
After all the boys had been paired off, Tiffany swooping Ryan off with an “Oh my God, you’re just too perfect for words”, Michael choosing Jon due to his “cool flip-flops”, and Collin taking Spencer, the designers went back to the design room to talk with their models.
As soon as the door to the design room opened and the boys walked in, Alice’s breath was knocked away by a very tight hug courtesy of Brendon Urie. “I’m so excited for this. And I’m glad that I got you, you seemed to be the only one who wasn’t trying to undress me with your eyes.” Brendon nervously glanced over at Tiffany who was leering at him.
“No, I was,” Alice said smiling, “I’m just damn clever about it.”
Brendon laughed. “Seriously though, look at poor Ryan.”
Alice glanced over, looking where Brendon’s outstretched finger pointed to. The taller boy with the bright makeup was unluckily paired with Tiffany. His face was completely void of any emotion as he listened to Tiffany run her mouth off and lick her lips obscenely. When she looked away from him to find her sketch pad, Alice saw him mouth a desperate “Help me!” to Brendon.
For his part, Brendon just smiled, stuck his tongue out, and pulled Alice close to him. “Trying to show me off?” Alice joked.
“Trying to make Ryan jealous.”
Alice crinkled her forehead in confusion. “Jealous? Wait, are you guys dating?”
Brendon’s eyes widened, and for a second he looked scared. “What? No. I meant jealous that I had you, a non-stalkery designer. That’s all.”
Alice smiled, trying to ease Brendon’s now overwhelming nervousness, “I am pretty awesome,” she said. Even though Brendon smiled back, she could tell that his guard was still up. She couldn’t help but wonder why.
“Okay, well we better talk about what kind of outfit we’re going to do for you.” Now Brendon’s smile seemed genuine.
“Yes please. Let’s make it crazy. And fabulous and tight.” Brendon’s eyes widened again, not with dread, but excitement. “Can there be a lot of colors? And designs. Oh, and I need a jacket. I love jackets.”
Alice held her hand up. “Calm down, calm down. Man, you’re really hyper.”
Brendon smiled coyly, “I may have had a Red Bull before we came.” Alice raised her eyebrow up at him. “Or four.”
“Let’s start with the pants.” Alice reached over and grabbed her sketch pad and pencil. “I’m thinking about doing a brown paisley.” Brendon opened his mouth but Alice interrupted. “Tight, I know. Got it.”
Appeased, Brendon let her continue. “With a fitted brown shirt and a cream colored scribble-like dress waist jacket with silver buttons.” Alice let her hands fly across the page, transposing her thoughts into sketches.
“Wow, that’s perfect. I would totally wear that.”
“I thought it seemed like your style.” Brendon looked at her questioningly. “My roommate is pretty much obsessed with you so I’ve seen a couple of pictures.” Alice pointed over at Tiffany who was now measuring Ryan’s inseam, her hands wandering dangerously. “She thinks you guys are pretty amazing.”
Brendon frowned. “Apparently.” He watched as Tiffany’s hand crept higher and higher along the inside of Ryan’s thigh, his face growing more and more distressed. Finally, right when Alice was sure Brendon was going to say something, Ryan forcefully pushed her hand away. “Oh thank goodness,” Brendon let out a sigh of relief.
Just then, when Alice was about to ask Brendon about his obvious interest in who got to touch Ryan where, Tim Gunn entered the room. “Good morning, designers. Boys. I’m just going to pop around and see what we have formulating.” Tim came over to where Alice and Brendon were seated.
Glancing over the sketch, Tim made a hmmm in his throat. “Very interesting. I love love love this jacket.”
“It was Brendon’s idea.” Brendon blushed as Tim gave him an interested eye flicker.
“It’s just fabulous. And the pants are beautiful.”
Alice smiled. “Thank you.” She stood up and motioned for Brendon to do the same. “We’re thinking of doing a tight pant, but soften the look with the jacket.” Alice pantomimed the fabric lying over Brendon’s slight curves.
“Fabulous. You’ll want to accentuate his ass. Definitely his best feature.” Both Brendon and Alice stared blankly at Tim. “Carry on!”
Tim moved off to see what Tiffany had come up with. She talked excitedly, waving around her hands and touching Ryan every so often.
Alice watched as Ryan looked up, finding Brendon’s eyes with his own and minutely pointed his chin towards the door. Ryan then mumbled something to Tiffany, who after a couple of seconds of high pitched objections, let Ryan past her and her groping hands.
As Ryan passed by Brendon, Alice could distinctly see that his hand brushed over Brendon’s upper thigh, causing the boy’s breath to catch in his throat. A couple of moments after Ryan had disappeared from sight Brendon turned to Alice.
“Um, I have to go to the bathroom.” Alice watched as Brendon all but ran out of the design room. That kid was certainly odd.
Alice occupied herself by completing Brendon’s sketch in full detail, but when she had finished neither he nor Ryan was back. Looking around the room, Alice saw that Collin and Spencer were talking quietly in the corner. She couldn’t help but smile as Collin’s mouth moved with actual words coming out.
Jon and Michael were playing some sort of weird game, bursts of hysterical laughter ringing out at odd intervals.
Tiffany was reapplying her makeup, fixing her hair, adjusting her cleavage - basically putting it all out there. Just as Alice was about to call Tiffany a big whore, her cell phone vibrated in her pocket.
Since cell phones weren’t really allowed in the design room, Alice hurriedly rushed off into the hall before answering. “Hello?”
The person on the other line came in fuzzy and Alice couldn’t really understand. The reception in the hall was terrible. For some reason, the model’s dressing room always had the best reception in the building. It must have been fixed into their contracts or something.
“Hang on, I’m moving to a location with better signal.” Alice ran down the hall and threw the door to the dressing room open. She dropped her phone.
The loud clamor of the hard plastic hitting the floor pulled the two boys away from each other. Alice embarrassingly looked away, but not before getting quite the eyeful of Brendon Urie’s ass.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” Alice stuttered. “It’s just… phone service.” She weakly pointed to her phone lying open on the floor.
“Shit,” Alice heard Ryan say. “Fuck.”
Alice watched as Ryan paced the room, struggling to get the zipper on his pants to close, his hair a mess and his makeup smudged.
“Um,” Brendon was clearly embarrassed, his normally flawless pale skin was flushed a deep red color, “so, this is awkward.”
“Uh huh.”
A couple of minutes of silence passed. Brendon hastily pulled his pants up and tried to straighten his shirt. His lips were slightly swollen and a faint mark was visible on his neck.
“The thing is,” Brendon said, “this is kind of a secret.” Brendon looked nervous. “You can’t say anything.”
“I won’t, I promise.” Alice could still feel herself blushing.
Ryan, who had remained silent since his initial string of expletives spoke up, “This is so fucking stupid Brendon, if you would just grow up then we wouldn’t have to sneak around and we wouldn’t be caught having sex in a dressing room.”
Brendon smiled wryly at Ryan, trying to make light of the situation. “Oh, wouldn’t we? What about Denver? It’s not like this is the first time.”
Brendon’s humorous tone did little to amuse Ryan and he stormed out of the dressing room with a sharp “Whatever”. Brendon’s smile crashed as he left.
He walked a couple of paces and fell down on the coach. Alice stood there for a second, awkward, before she crossed the room and joined him.
“So,” Alice ventured. “You and Ryan.”
Brendon nodded his face more serious than she had seen all day. “Yeah.”
“I had heard rumors about it through Tiffany. You know, because of the shows you guys put on.”
Once again Brendon nodded. “I think that’s what makes him the maddest. That I’ll let everyone see me touch him up there, where it doesn’t mean anything but won’t -” Brendon stopped himself. “He wants to come clean. Tell people, but I don’t know.”
Alice knew she had to be careful with what she said. She didn’t really know either boy, was merely a bystander who happened to get caught up in it all. “Is it just-” She didn’t know how to say it without seeming crass or insensitive. “Is it just sex?”
She had always heard the expression that people’s eyes could hold a lot of emotion in them, but in all her 25 years Alice had never once seen them portray such strong emotions as Brendon’s dark brown eyes were now spilling out. “No. It’s not just sex.”
Alice nodded and Brendon continued. “It’s love.”
“Does he know it?”
Brendon ran his hands through his hair, trying to straighten it from when Ryan undoubtedly mused it from it’s place. “Of course he does, I tell him all the time.”
“But do you ever show him?” Brendon looked at Alice with a confused stare. “It’s just that sometimes you need to do something special, make a gesture, to show how much you care.”
“Like flowers?” Brendon bit his full lower lip. “Ryan likes roses.”
“That could work. But I’m thinking that it has to be bigger than roses. I think that you know what Ryan needs. He needs you to be honest. He needs to be honest.”
Brendon stared at Alice for what seemed like an eternity. “You are like the Dalai Lama, or the president. Just someone who is - I don’t even know what you are but you’re amazing.”
He leaned forward and enveloped her in a hug. “I think I know just the thing to do, but you’re going to have to help me out.”
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After a long night of working and watching the loaded glances between Ryan and Brendon, the day of the Runway show had finally arrived. Alice’s fingers were still raw from all of the extra embroidery that Brendon had demanded.
With each throb of her fingers Alice tried to remind herself that she was helping out true love. She hoped that it worked.
“Welcome designers to your final runway show. Three of you will go on to Fashion Week and one of you will be out.” Alice dazed off as Heidi introduced the judges and went over the details for Fashion Week. After ten weeks, it got a little old.
“We will judge your designs as they come down the runway.” Heidi took her seat at the opposite side of the stage with the other judges as the lights dimmed.
Alice crossed her fingers, hoping for the best. She had managed to pull everything off. In her opinion Brendon looked amazing.
From behind the white drop, Spencer emerged in black leather pants accented with red fabric and an innovative green and gray top. He walked confidently, if not slouching a little, and tried to keep the smile off his face.
Jon came out next, wearing slightly distressed pants that had a faded cobra print to them. While normally Alice wasn’t too fond of animal prints, Jon certainly knew how to work it. Matched with a patterned shirt, Jon walked the runway as if he owned it.
Ryan was next. Alice had to admit, the boy was beautiful, even in Tiffany’s generic outfit that Alice was pretty sure Ryan wore to the last VMA’s, the boy’s beauty was almost ethereal. She could see why Brendon had fallen so hard so fast.
Alice’s heart jumped as Ryan walked off the stage and Brendon’s outline formed behind the white backdrop. Her outfit looked good on the runway. Damn good. As did Brendon, of course. The pants fit him perfectly and the jacket accentuated his outfit. As he reached the end of the runway, Brendon removed his jacket, exposing the shirt underneath.
There on the plain brown tee, embroidered in hot pink, bright enough so the cameras could capture it were the words that Alice had painstakingly worked on last night. The words fell right over his heart and Brendon wore them proudly, a large smile gracing his face.
Property of Ryan Ross.
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A/N: So the amazing redorchids made a manipulation here and to thank her I added a little tidbit to this story. Check it out!
Author: ivesia19
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryden
POV: 3rd Person
Summary: Project Runway fun featuring amazing clothes, sexual tension, and fluff.
Disclaimer: I don’t own “Project Runway” and this story is as fake as Cartman’s compassion. (Alice/other contestants are made up)
Author Notes: I know, I know. Another crossover fic. I can’t help it! They just jump out and yell “write me! Write me!” I can’t tell the little jumping ideas no. Plus, Project Runway starts tomorrow! I promise that my next fic will be only P!ATD. I think.
Alice could barely believe that she had made it to the final challenge of “Project Runway”. After weeks of barely any sleep, bitchy girls and boys all running around trying to screw each other over, and stick thin models that made her feel like a boat house, the end was finally in sight. One more challenge and she was off to Fashion Week.
Alice and the remaining contestants were all sitting together at the edge of the runway, waiting for Heidi to come and announce the week’s challenge. Next to her, Alice could see Tiffany freaking out. Oh, how she hated that girl. It seemed to be Tiffany’s goal to see just how little fabric one person could wear without being censored by the FCC. Alice couldn’t help but smile as she remembered the talk that Tim Gunn had with Tiffany last week when she tried to pull off Christina Aguilera shorts. Not camera friendly, that’s for sure.
“Oh my God, can you believe that she actually wore a tube top?” Michael, by far Alice’s favorite still left on the show, whispered loudly into her ear. “There is no way that her silicone tits will stay under that cheap polyester.” Michael tilted his head slightly, obviously checking Tiffany out. “Not that I mind too much.”
Alice laughed and hit Michael good-naturedly on his forearm. “Now that’s just disgusting.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Alice could see Collin, the last remaining contestant, nod in agreement. Alice smiled brightly at him before he could turn away. Collin wasn’t much for interaction.
“I wonder what Heidi’s going to have us do today,” Alice said to Michael, still watching Collin not watch her.
“Hopefully me.” Michael laughed at the shocked look that flashed over Alice’s features. “What? I haven’t gotten any in over a month! What I won’t do to - ” Michael stopped himself short as Heidi made her way down the runway. “Tell you later.”
“Looking forward to it, I’m sure,” Alice joked out of the corner of her mouth, making sure that Heidi didn’t see her.
After the cameramen gave her the okay, Heidi smiled brightly down at the designers. “Congratulations designers. This is the last challenge before Fashion Week, you should all be very proud of yourselves for getting this far.”
Alice tried to smile genuinely but not seem annoying, she knew that right now cameras were panning carefully across her face, broadcasting her to millions of people across America.
“This week we have a very special challenge, unlike any that you have faced in the competition. For the past several weeks you have been designing women’s clothing, but this week we want to see how you handle menswear.”
Alice couldn’t help but let her carefully placed smile slip off her face. Menswear. How uninspiring.
Around her, Alice could see that the rest of the designers held similar expressions of disappointment.
Heidi smiled, “But there’s a twist.” Of course there was a twist, it was Reality TV, there’s always a twist. “You are designing stage clothes for the popular band Panic! at the Disco.”
Even though Alice was two seats over from Tiffany she could practically hear her mental fangirling. Late at night, after an exhausting day of working their asses off, nothing gave Tiffany more pleasure than to talk about why Brendon Urie was the hottest thing on the planet and sing along to “I Write Sins, Not Tragedies”.
Alice knew enough about the band to know who they were and that their stage clothes were insane. Maybe the challenge wouldn’t be so dull after all. Her mind started spinning with bright colors and tight pants when Heidi’s German-accented voice pierced through her thoughts.
“Because we don’t have any male models, the boys are going to model for you.” This time, Tiffany actually let out a little yelp before she tightly shut her mouth. Next to her, Michael snickered. “Please welcome Brendon Urie, Ryan Ross, Spencer Smith, and Jon Walker.”
As she said their names, the boys popped out from behind the big white sign and came down the runway. From their order down the runway, Alice figured out their names. Of course she knew Brendon’s. She had seen his picture enough after several weeks of Tiffany’s obsession.
Brendon was leading the group, walking down the runway with a faint jump in his step. Alice could see that he was, in fact, gorgeous, but then again, after closer inspection, she saw that all the boys were pretty damn sexy.
They lined up, side by side, along the runway. Alice couldn’t help but notice that Brendon and the extremely skinny boy with a bright splash of color swept across his eyes were standing so close together one would think that the expansive runway was no bigger than a phone booth.
“Alice, since you won last week’s challenge you can choose your model first.” Alice appraised the boys standing in front of her. All of them were thin and could be considered good models, but really all Alice wanted to do was piss off Tiffany.
“I’ll take Brendon.” A wide grin flashed across the boy’s face and he waved at Alice. Alice waved back, his enthusiasm infectious. It didn’t hurt that Tiffany was now visibly glaring.
After all the boys had been paired off, Tiffany swooping Ryan off with an “Oh my God, you’re just too perfect for words”, Michael choosing Jon due to his “cool flip-flops”, and Collin taking Spencer, the designers went back to the design room to talk with their models.
As soon as the door to the design room opened and the boys walked in, Alice’s breath was knocked away by a very tight hug courtesy of Brendon Urie. “I’m so excited for this. And I’m glad that I got you, you seemed to be the only one who wasn’t trying to undress me with your eyes.” Brendon nervously glanced over at Tiffany who was leering at him.
“No, I was,” Alice said smiling, “I’m just damn clever about it.”
Brendon laughed. “Seriously though, look at poor Ryan.”
Alice glanced over, looking where Brendon’s outstretched finger pointed to. The taller boy with the bright makeup was unluckily paired with Tiffany. His face was completely void of any emotion as he listened to Tiffany run her mouth off and lick her lips obscenely. When she looked away from him to find her sketch pad, Alice saw him mouth a desperate “Help me!” to Brendon.
For his part, Brendon just smiled, stuck his tongue out, and pulled Alice close to him. “Trying to show me off?” Alice joked.
“Trying to make Ryan jealous.”
Alice crinkled her forehead in confusion. “Jealous? Wait, are you guys dating?”
Brendon’s eyes widened, and for a second he looked scared. “What? No. I meant jealous that I had you, a non-stalkery designer. That’s all.”
Alice smiled, trying to ease Brendon’s now overwhelming nervousness, “I am pretty awesome,” she said. Even though Brendon smiled back, she could tell that his guard was still up. She couldn’t help but wonder why.
“Okay, well we better talk about what kind of outfit we’re going to do for you.” Now Brendon’s smile seemed genuine.
“Yes please. Let’s make it crazy. And fabulous and tight.” Brendon’s eyes widened again, not with dread, but excitement. “Can there be a lot of colors? And designs. Oh, and I need a jacket. I love jackets.”
Alice held her hand up. “Calm down, calm down. Man, you’re really hyper.”
Brendon smiled coyly, “I may have had a Red Bull before we came.” Alice raised her eyebrow up at him. “Or four.”
“Let’s start with the pants.” Alice reached over and grabbed her sketch pad and pencil. “I’m thinking about doing a brown paisley.” Brendon opened his mouth but Alice interrupted. “Tight, I know. Got it.”
Appeased, Brendon let her continue. “With a fitted brown shirt and a cream colored scribble-like dress waist jacket with silver buttons.” Alice let her hands fly across the page, transposing her thoughts into sketches.
“Wow, that’s perfect. I would totally wear that.”
“I thought it seemed like your style.” Brendon looked at her questioningly. “My roommate is pretty much obsessed with you so I’ve seen a couple of pictures.” Alice pointed over at Tiffany who was now measuring Ryan’s inseam, her hands wandering dangerously. “She thinks you guys are pretty amazing.”
Brendon frowned. “Apparently.” He watched as Tiffany’s hand crept higher and higher along the inside of Ryan’s thigh, his face growing more and more distressed. Finally, right when Alice was sure Brendon was going to say something, Ryan forcefully pushed her hand away. “Oh thank goodness,” Brendon let out a sigh of relief.
Just then, when Alice was about to ask Brendon about his obvious interest in who got to touch Ryan where, Tim Gunn entered the room. “Good morning, designers. Boys. I’m just going to pop around and see what we have formulating.” Tim came over to where Alice and Brendon were seated.
Glancing over the sketch, Tim made a hmmm in his throat. “Very interesting. I love love love this jacket.”
“It was Brendon’s idea.” Brendon blushed as Tim gave him an interested eye flicker.
“It’s just fabulous. And the pants are beautiful.”
Alice smiled. “Thank you.” She stood up and motioned for Brendon to do the same. “We’re thinking of doing a tight pant, but soften the look with the jacket.” Alice pantomimed the fabric lying over Brendon’s slight curves.
“Fabulous. You’ll want to accentuate his ass. Definitely his best feature.” Both Brendon and Alice stared blankly at Tim. “Carry on!”
Tim moved off to see what Tiffany had come up with. She talked excitedly, waving around her hands and touching Ryan every so often.
Alice watched as Ryan looked up, finding Brendon’s eyes with his own and minutely pointed his chin towards the door. Ryan then mumbled something to Tiffany, who after a couple of seconds of high pitched objections, let Ryan past her and her groping hands.
As Ryan passed by Brendon, Alice could distinctly see that his hand brushed over Brendon’s upper thigh, causing the boy’s breath to catch in his throat. A couple of moments after Ryan had disappeared from sight Brendon turned to Alice.
“Um, I have to go to the bathroom.” Alice watched as Brendon all but ran out of the design room. That kid was certainly odd.
Alice occupied herself by completing Brendon’s sketch in full detail, but when she had finished neither he nor Ryan was back. Looking around the room, Alice saw that Collin and Spencer were talking quietly in the corner. She couldn’t help but smile as Collin’s mouth moved with actual words coming out.
Jon and Michael were playing some sort of weird game, bursts of hysterical laughter ringing out at odd intervals.
Tiffany was reapplying her makeup, fixing her hair, adjusting her cleavage - basically putting it all out there. Just as Alice was about to call Tiffany a big whore, her cell phone vibrated in her pocket.
Since cell phones weren’t really allowed in the design room, Alice hurriedly rushed off into the hall before answering. “Hello?”
The person on the other line came in fuzzy and Alice couldn’t really understand. The reception in the hall was terrible. For some reason, the model’s dressing room always had the best reception in the building. It must have been fixed into their contracts or something.
“Hang on, I’m moving to a location with better signal.” Alice ran down the hall and threw the door to the dressing room open. She dropped her phone.
The loud clamor of the hard plastic hitting the floor pulled the two boys away from each other. Alice embarrassingly looked away, but not before getting quite the eyeful of Brendon Urie’s ass.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” Alice stuttered. “It’s just… phone service.” She weakly pointed to her phone lying open on the floor.
“Shit,” Alice heard Ryan say. “Fuck.”
Alice watched as Ryan paced the room, struggling to get the zipper on his pants to close, his hair a mess and his makeup smudged.
“Um,” Brendon was clearly embarrassed, his normally flawless pale skin was flushed a deep red color, “so, this is awkward.”
“Uh huh.”
A couple of minutes of silence passed. Brendon hastily pulled his pants up and tried to straighten his shirt. His lips were slightly swollen and a faint mark was visible on his neck.
“The thing is,” Brendon said, “this is kind of a secret.” Brendon looked nervous. “You can’t say anything.”
“I won’t, I promise.” Alice could still feel herself blushing.
Ryan, who had remained silent since his initial string of expletives spoke up, “This is so fucking stupid Brendon, if you would just grow up then we wouldn’t have to sneak around and we wouldn’t be caught having sex in a dressing room.”
Brendon smiled wryly at Ryan, trying to make light of the situation. “Oh, wouldn’t we? What about Denver? It’s not like this is the first time.”
Brendon’s humorous tone did little to amuse Ryan and he stormed out of the dressing room with a sharp “Whatever”. Brendon’s smile crashed as he left.
He walked a couple of paces and fell down on the coach. Alice stood there for a second, awkward, before she crossed the room and joined him.
“So,” Alice ventured. “You and Ryan.”
Brendon nodded his face more serious than she had seen all day. “Yeah.”
“I had heard rumors about it through Tiffany. You know, because of the shows you guys put on.”
Once again Brendon nodded. “I think that’s what makes him the maddest. That I’ll let everyone see me touch him up there, where it doesn’t mean anything but won’t -” Brendon stopped himself. “He wants to come clean. Tell people, but I don’t know.”
Alice knew she had to be careful with what she said. She didn’t really know either boy, was merely a bystander who happened to get caught up in it all. “Is it just-” She didn’t know how to say it without seeming crass or insensitive. “Is it just sex?”
She had always heard the expression that people’s eyes could hold a lot of emotion in them, but in all her 25 years Alice had never once seen them portray such strong emotions as Brendon’s dark brown eyes were now spilling out. “No. It’s not just sex.”
Alice nodded and Brendon continued. “It’s love.”
“Does he know it?”
Brendon ran his hands through his hair, trying to straighten it from when Ryan undoubtedly mused it from it’s place. “Of course he does, I tell him all the time.”
“But do you ever show him?” Brendon looked at Alice with a confused stare. “It’s just that sometimes you need to do something special, make a gesture, to show how much you care.”
“Like flowers?” Brendon bit his full lower lip. “Ryan likes roses.”
“That could work. But I’m thinking that it has to be bigger than roses. I think that you know what Ryan needs. He needs you to be honest. He needs to be honest.”
Brendon stared at Alice for what seemed like an eternity. “You are like the Dalai Lama, or the president. Just someone who is - I don’t even know what you are but you’re amazing.”
He leaned forward and enveloped her in a hug. “I think I know just the thing to do, but you’re going to have to help me out.”
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After a long night of working and watching the loaded glances between Ryan and Brendon, the day of the Runway show had finally arrived. Alice’s fingers were still raw from all of the extra embroidery that Brendon had demanded.
With each throb of her fingers Alice tried to remind herself that she was helping out true love. She hoped that it worked.
“Welcome designers to your final runway show. Three of you will go on to Fashion Week and one of you will be out.” Alice dazed off as Heidi introduced the judges and went over the details for Fashion Week. After ten weeks, it got a little old.
“We will judge your designs as they come down the runway.” Heidi took her seat at the opposite side of the stage with the other judges as the lights dimmed.
Alice crossed her fingers, hoping for the best. She had managed to pull everything off. In her opinion Brendon looked amazing.
From behind the white drop, Spencer emerged in black leather pants accented with red fabric and an innovative green and gray top. He walked confidently, if not slouching a little, and tried to keep the smile off his face.
Jon came out next, wearing slightly distressed pants that had a faded cobra print to them. While normally Alice wasn’t too fond of animal prints, Jon certainly knew how to work it. Matched with a patterned shirt, Jon walked the runway as if he owned it.
Ryan was next. Alice had to admit, the boy was beautiful, even in Tiffany’s generic outfit that Alice was pretty sure Ryan wore to the last VMA’s, the boy’s beauty was almost ethereal. She could see why Brendon had fallen so hard so fast.
Alice’s heart jumped as Ryan walked off the stage and Brendon’s outline formed behind the white backdrop. Her outfit looked good on the runway. Damn good. As did Brendon, of course. The pants fit him perfectly and the jacket accentuated his outfit. As he reached the end of the runway, Brendon removed his jacket, exposing the shirt underneath.
There on the plain brown tee, embroidered in hot pink, bright enough so the cameras could capture it were the words that Alice had painstakingly worked on last night. The words fell right over his heart and Brendon wore them proudly, a large smile gracing his face.
Property of Ryan Ross.
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A/N: So the amazing redorchids made a manipulation here and to thank her I added a little tidbit to this story. Check it out!