Music One-Shots

Okay, I accidentally deleted the last one. You can request but I don't really mind. If you have a special musician you want me to write I can do that. Expect to see One Direction & Panic At The Disco and so many more~!

Chapter 9

Brendon Urie ~ Panic! At The Disco

~Aw yeah~! Some B-den love!~

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Brendon's P.O.V

All I can remember is happy times;

I was 18 and in love, yeah, cheesy beginning but hey I'm working on it. Okay, let's start with where I was. I was practicing with my band in our rented space, I smiled as we finished one of the last songs, I heard a laugh and her voice said "That was great you guys!" I turned just as Riley walked in. I ran up and hugged her "Hey! I thought you were working."
"Eh got off early, they didn't need that many waitresses at the casino today." I smiled and kissed her softly on the lips. I heard Spencer gag behind us, I pulled away and said "Your just jealous cause I got a hot girlfriend and you don't." He laughed and said "Oh yeah, totally."
"See I knew it." I smiled. Riley looked at us and said "I know you'll make it! Just have to find the right producer!"
"Miss. Smart you are a genius!" Ryan called.

I kissed my girlfriend and said "I love you so much."
"I love you too, I'm so glad your signed. With Pete Wentz no less!"
"Like you always told me, shoot for your dreams and never give up." She smiled and said "I have one thing, I got a call from a clothing line. They want me to model for them!" A grin painted my face and I cheered lifting her entirely off the ground. "Eepp." She squeaked as I twirled her. I put her down and said "I say we get a soda~!" She grinned and said "I like that idea!" We walked out of her house and down the streets.

Riley Smart's P.O.V

All I could remember was the fight that split us;

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I leaned on the light post the sun beating down on me, I looked around finally sigh. I pulled out my phone and called Bren "Hello?"
"Yeah what did you want to talk about?"
"I want you to come on tour with us!"
"Brendon, I've gotta go to New York!"
"Why can you just I don't know...put it off?"
"No."
"Why the ck not!?" He cried angry. "Because! You got your dream, I'm going to work on mine!" He didn't say anything for a while, his silence was unnerving. I finally said "Look, Brendon. If this is how things work, I don't think that we should see each other anymore. I'm sorry, I wished things would have turned out different but they didn't. I don't want to hold you back. Goodbye." With that final word I clicked the end button and walked back home to finish packing.

Brendon's P.O.V

I rested my head on the widow of the car as we drove from our hotel to Pete's bar. Dallon was sitting next to me listening to the radio. I did miss Ryan and Jon but they wanted to do something different, who was I to stop them? My head thumped against the window as I sat there, bored to death. "Are we there yet?" I asked like a child. "We just left not even 3 minutes ago, plus there's club traffic." Spencer said. "Chill out man." Ian butted it. I groaned and said "Are were there now?"
"Yes, thank god! I don't think I could handle much more of that." Spencer said jumping from the drivers seat. I grinned and got out of the car, I flashed my ID to the bouncer and he let us though. Inside music was going crazy, I spotted Pete next to some really hot girl. Hot girl, my mind flashed back to that over-the-phone breakup. Riley. I quickly ordered a peach and lime daiquiri, and washed all thought from my mind. A hand rested on my shoulder and I turned to see Pete, he grinned like a kid and said "Hey Bren!"
"Oh! Hey." I said noticing the girl was gone. He looked at me and said "You okay? You can't already be drunk."
"No, just thinking about an old flame."
"Ooh, painful." I nodded and slumped on the bar top, tonight was suppose to be fun, why was I down. Dallon made his way over and said "I know what'll cheer you right up!"
"Humor me."
"I'm going to be your wing man and get you a girl!"
"Good luck."

I looked around trying to pick a girl, as a request of Dallon. I saw one girl, she stuck out the most, I pointed her out and said "Have fun."
"How much lace can one chick wear, hm. If there's lots of lace outside I bet there's some inside too." I blushed slightly. He walked over to her and they started talking, he pointed me out and her eyes turned on me. Looking me point blank in the face she turned around and started to dance with Pete. "What the hell?" I asked as my friend walked back to me, defeated. "I dunno, she looked at you, muttered something under her breath, then walked off." Now he was the sad one. "I'm going to figure this out." I mumbled quietly. "Have fun." I walked to her and then she said "No! Pete, I'm not going to talk to Brendon."
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Because why?" I asked. She turned to me, those lips, I'd kissed them so many times before. Those eyes I would look in them and tell the owner that I loved her. Her hair...hadn't changed a bit. "Riley." I gasped.

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"You know each other?" Pete asked with a raised eyebrow. "I don't want to associate with my ex. He made it clear that his job is more important than a girl." His eyes widened and he asked "That's why you won't date?" Her foot came down on his toe. "OWW! Damn it woman, these are new shoes." She giggled and the looked at me again. "I don't want to see you." She turned and walked away. "You messed up dude, big time. Owie, my big toe." He whined. I rolled my eyes and went back to the bar. I took another drink, glancing at Riley I saw about three shot glasses around her and she was downing a fourth.

Riley's P.O.V

I woke up the next morning with a killer hangover, stupid Brendon. I was a model now and nothing was going to get in my way, I think am actually one of the most full figured models' anymore. I felt an arm draped around me, I figured it was just Pete. This has happened before, it was anything nasty. When drunk Pete is quiet the cuddler, I opened my eyes and saw the shades drawn. This wasn't Pete's apartment. Where am I? I though frantically. I looked at the arms around me, the left arm draped around my waist had piano keys on it. That wasn't Pete's tattoo. I took a deep breath to try and calm my nerves and I smelt something I hadn't smelled in a long time. Redbull and Axe. Some things never change. I though with a small frown, I started moving and Brendon muttered "Stop, I'm sleeping." I punched his shoulder and he jerked awake and yelled in pain. "Why am I here!? WHY AM I WITH YOU!? What did you do to me!?"
"Shut up, you'll wake the whole hotel." He hissed. "And I didn't do anything, your still dressed and I'm still dressed."

I felt him pull me on top of him "Whatever happened to us?"
"Your job." I muttered bitterly. He sigh and said "Listen, I never got over you. And by the way Pete talks, you never got over it either. I love you desperately and I need you with me." I stared at him and said "I don't know Brendon, I want to work on my carrier." He smiled and said "You can, as I've gotten older I realized just how stupid I was." I smiled slightly and said "You always had a way with words Mr. Urie."
"I always will, Miss. Smart."

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