ok this one is as of yet untitled. I kinda wrote it when I was REALLY bored, so if its not the best quality just tell me. lol thar she blows::


She threw a punch at me. I gasped, dodged and kicked her in the shin. Served her right for trying to punch me. I don't even know why she had tried to punch me. She seemed to be more of the 'Claw your eyes out' type. I backed up from her as she limped at me with her claws out. I knew it. She came at me and tried to claw my eyes out, I grabbed her hair and shoved her back so she stumbled pretty far away from me. She turned and came at me again, her mouth open. I had a feeling she was going to bite me, so so I tackled her mid-section and sent her sprawling on the sidewalk. I backed away as fast as possible. She came at me again, trying once again to punch me. She grabbed my hair and landed a few blows on my stomach. I would not lower myself to biting her, so I just suffered through it and went limp. She loosed her grip on my hair and I whirled away from her. I'd hurt her more than she had hurt me, but I still was in denial that we were fighting. She kicked me in the back and I landed on my face. I tasted blood. I stood back up, tackled her legs, and sat on her belly.

"Why are you fighting me?" I said through my bloodied mouth. None of my teeth had fallen out. I think I bit my tongue as I fell, and that's where the blood was coming from. She shook her head and snapped her teeth at me. I grabbed her hands and put them above her head. She was still trying to bite me. Her eyes had a crazy look to them, all glassy and big.

"Bitch!" she screamed at me. I realized I didn't even know this girl. I had no clue who she was, why she was fighting me, or even where we were. I looked around and woke up.

I rubbed my stomach and checked my mouth. I don't care what people say, when you dream something, you feel it. I got out of bed and checked the clock. It was mid-night. I sighed and got some Red-Bull out of the fridge. Weird dreams call for weird mid-night snacks. I craved cupcakes. I hunted through the darkened kitchen for something cup-cake like. Nothing but some really old cake that I'd been meaning to get rid of for a month. I shook my head and closed the refrigerator.

My phone rang, I didn't check the ID, anyone calling me at mid-night would be either a dear friend or a bitter enemy. I liked talking to both.

"Bonjour!" I answered. I heard a giggle.

"Hey, Comment Ca'va! C'est Moi, Mariah!" I heard and I giggled.

"Brushing up on your French so you can keep up with me? What's up at the middle of the night for you?" I asked her with a smile that no one saw.

"Oh. I was just bored and I had a feeling you were awake. And let me guess, 'Dude I just had the weirdest dream!' Am I right?" she asked me. I rolled my eyes, but that was exactly what I had been about to say.

"Yeah, it was an awesome fight scene. I woke up before the end, so I don't know who won. It was me versus some lady that attacked me. She tried to punch me so I kicked her in the shins, et cetera. But I didn't get to drop kick her, so you know that it wasn't a very nice dream. And she made me bite my tongue," I said, recalling the dream. My tongue still felt sore.

"Ouch. I'm bored. Say something random and interesting so we can start a conversation. But no bacon, cuz I've been trying to keep up with kosher and have been craving pork products lately," she told me and I had a distinct feeling she was looking mournfully at her fridge.

"Hehehe. Okay, I've been craving cup-cakes again and all I have is that grody bit of birthday cake," I told her, making a face at the thought of the cake.

"Ew! Your birth day was like six months ago!!!" she said in shock. I knew she was making faces and imagining a piece of cake that's over half a year old.

"Yeah, but I haven't gotten rid of it. Maybe I should put it in a cage and pour some water over it and see if I can create life!" I imagined enthusiastically.

"Why can't you just go get a girl pregnant like everyone else who wants a baby!" she shouted at me, obviously imagining really old, wet cake and what kind of thing would live on it. I grinned at her, and knew she would sense it. We were practically phsycick with each other. We'd known each other sinse Jr. High and had been the best of friends ever sinse.

"Well, maybe cuz I'm a girl so it would be rather awkward trying to get another girl pregnant, and because I don't want a baby. I WANT A FREAKIN' CIVILIZATION!!! A SPECIES, A...um...I don't even know what else," I said, calming down as my neighbor knocked on the wall with a broom.

"You are such a freakin' nerd, Jamie!" she told me and I sensed an eyeroll. I rolled my eyes right back at her. I sat down on my couch, sipping Red-Bull.

"So...how was your day," I asked, using my line that meant I couldn't think of anything funny to say.

"Dude you're drinking Red-Bull right now, aren't you?" she asked me.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"You are such a Brendon Urie wannabe!" she shouted at me. I gasped theatrically.

"Nuh-uh!! Just he liked Red-Bull so much that I decided I should try it. And it's good. Kinda grapey..." I said, trying to describe the flavor of Red-Bull.

"Yeah, what about your hoody?" she asked.

"I like that color and all I had was ginormous jackets and one itty bitty shawl to keep me warm, so I needed a hoody!" I told her. And I looked good in that hoody anyway.

"Riiiiight. And you don't think he's sexier than Satan, and you never considered dyeing your hair blue, and you don't stare at pictures of him for hours," she said, her voice postively dripping with sarcasm.

"Ok, I did want to dye my hair blue, but green was way cooler and now its natural again. He is sexier than Satan, or he is Satan. And I do not stare at ANYTHING for hours. Well, unless reading counts as staring... And anyway, you are crushing on Ryan Ross," I accused her.

"Yeah, but that's just uz he's freakin' adorable!" she said in her own defense.

"So is Brendon Urie! And Ryan's too perfect. You can't find anything really quirky, or anything on him," I said.

"What about all the make-up he wears at performances? And Brendon's kinda weird," she said.

"That's why I love him! He's addicted to Red-Bull, he makes funny faces while he's singing, he has those eyes, and he's just....freakin' adorable. Like those Mad Libs!" I said, rampaging just a tiny bit.

"Yeah, why did Ryan say nuns??" she asked, remembering. We recalled the funny things we'd seen our favourite band doing and she, of course, had to bring up mimes, so I went on my tirade about mimes and listed all my weird questions. We ended up giggling and talking until the sun came up. I told her that she was running up my phone bill and that if she wanted to talk to me she'd have to come to my house and hung up.

I took a quick shower and got dressed in some jean shorts and a T-shirt that I didn't really like. I waited until the sun was getting bright and warma and took my book outside to read in the sun. I had put on a bathing suit top on underneath the dumb shirt, so took off the shirt and lied down in the slightly damp grass.

By noon I had finished my book and I heard someone knocking on my front door. I put on my dumb shirt and went to answer it. I had put on my glasses at some point so I looked like a total nerd, but I could see. When I (finally) got to the door I suspected who it was.

"Nobodies home but the freindly moose!" I shouted, looking through the eye-hole at someone I didn't recognise (surprisingly). The person looked familiar, but I could see them clearly, so it could've been Johnny Depp for all I knew. I was used to seeing people without my glasses on, so when I put them on, it was like a different kind of blind.

"Is that so? Well then he'll just have to answer the door won't he?" I heard a mocking voice say. I couldn't decide whether I liked this person. He was quick witted, but he had a mocking tone of voice, so she wondered if he were really all that nice. I laughed quietly.

"He doesn't have hands. And he has this bad habit of not exactly existing...." I said, trailing off and smiling.

"Well, then who am I talking to? Harry the horse? Or is it Chester the Chimp?" he asked, smiling. He had a really nice smile.

"Oh pooh! Fine then, I'm home, what do you want?" I said and opened the door. I was able to see him more clearly. His hair was almost, but not quite, in his eyes. He had a really charming and infectious smile. I decided immediatly that he was more recognisable then I had first thought. But I couldn't pin a name to the almost familiar face.

"Haha, do you know who I am?" he asked with another smile.

"Yeah, you're the guy who beleives in the friendly moose!" I said, teasing him slightly. I teased everybody constantly.

"No, not quite. My name is Brendon," he introduced himself.

"Sweet name. I'm Jamie. Now is there any particular reason that you were knocking on my door?" I asked him. What I meant was why did his presense make me think he was Mariah?

"No. Not really, I was walking around at midnight and I heard someone screaming about making a cake civilization from the general direction of this house, so I needed to check it out..." he explained. He did the thing that I always do, he looked aside and did a little head-bob thing that meant he knew he was being silly. I grinned at him and let him in.

"So...I'm thirsty. Got any Red-Bull?" he asked as he stepped into my living-room which was currently covered in Red-Bull cans and random sweaters. He cleared a space on the sofa and sat down. I fetched two Red-Bulls and sat down next to him, ignoring the sweater. I didn't even know who's it was. It could've been Mariah's, any of her sisters', my uncle's, or pretty much anyone that had been in my house in the past month.

"Wow, this is the second time this week that some random guy knocked on my door and begged for Red-Bull. You guys are lucky I'm loaded, cuz otherwise you'd be SOL!" I said and laughed like an idiot.

"Okay then....lets see about making that cake-life!" he said, jumping up and looking enthusiastic.

"Yeah!" I said and started jumping up and down. I took the really old but surprisingly not moldy peice of cake and put it in a hamster cage from who knows where. I got a bowl of warm water for Brendon to carry. I took a salt shaker, and we went down to my basement. I set the caged cake on the floor and turned on the light. I poured half the bowl of water on it, spinkled a generous portion of salt on it, then poured the rest of the water on it. I turned on a UV lamp and set it so that it would 'illuminate' half of the cake.

"Now we wait for a week, put some cold water on it with fishy food, and switch the lamp to the other side!" he said, grinning evilly. I mimicked the grin and he burst out laughing. He threw his head back, then doubled up, then his head went back again. I said burst out, but most of his laughing was actually silent. His mouth opned REALLY wide as he laughed his ass off. I started laughing at him for laughing so hard and I, not really noticing waht I was doing cuz I never do, mimicked his laughing style. Or was he mimicking me? Whatever. At one point, we both doubled up at the same time, and bonked heads. That just made us laugh harder. He almost fell on top of the cake-life-in-progress so I caught his shirt and dragged him away from it. Then I sat down on the floor, water pouring out of my eyes because I was laughing so hard.

He calmed down (slightly anyway) first and helped me up. I was still giggling. He threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I started drumming on his back and trying to kick him in the chest, but it was rather difficult because I was laughing so damn hard. He tossed me on the sofa and sat down near me.

"You're gonna pay for that Brenny Boy!" I shouted and sat on his lap.

"Ow! You have a bony butt, get off!" he whined. I laughed and shifted my weaight to my butt.

"This is what you get!!" I screamed joyously. I was acting like I'd known this guy my whole life for some reason. Must've been cuz of the weird vibe I was getting, like I had known him my whole life.

"Awww no fair! I'll sit on your lap next...or..." he said trailing off and grinning wickedly.

"Or what??? I hate suspense!!!" I screamed, bouncing up and down on his lap, making him wince dramatically.

"Or I could kiss you! That would get you back!" He squealed and kissed me on the lips. I was shocked, so I didn't react. When I finally did, I started tickling him. He started laughing and screaming at the same time. He stood up, flopping me on to the couch and started tickling me back. I flailed my legs and amrs while trying to tickle him back. It didn't work very well, as you could imagine.

"Can't....breath....." I said between laughs. He just laughed and tickled me harder.

"I'm gonna piss my pants!!! I don't care what you say, girls can aim too!!" I said, I didn't really have to go to the bathroom, but I was hoping it would get him to stop.

"Yeah, right! I'm gonna tickle you until you kick me!" he shouted and went for my armpits. He was right in range, so I kicked him in the stomach. I didn't try to kick him hard, but I was flailing!

"Ow!!!" he said and pushed out his lower lip. He stopped tickling me though. I took a few deep breaths and apologized for kicking him in his belly. He smiled and picked me up again.

"Hey, do you want bony butt in you lap?!" I shouted. This time he was carrying me princess style. He placed me on the couch, more gently this time, and sat on top of me. He, surprisingly, wasn't all that heavy. But I was used to my friends sitting on me. I started laughing like an idiot. I was definatly drunk on laughter by that time. Maybe he was too, I don't really know.

"I told you I'd sit on you!" he said quietly. I was still laughing my ass off and he was staring at me.

"What do I have something in my teeth?" I said and laughed even harder. My front door opened and Mariah came in, seeing Brendon sitting on my lap and me laughing my ass off.

"Omigod!! Jamie!!!" she said, her jaw dropping. I raised my eyebrows. Was it really all that surprising that Crazy Jamie had a random guy sitting on her lap? She seemed to recover a bit and said, "Uhh....sorry. I didn't really expect....company..." she said, staring at Brendon. He looked at her and shifted his weight.

"Yeow! You're butt's bony too!" I screamed and laughed.

"Uhh....Can we talk?" Mariah said, her eyes still wide. Brendon got off of me and I walked over to her. She dragged me into my bedroom and looked at me for awhile.

"What did I do? Is he your boyfriend or something?" I asked with a goofy smile. She shook her head.

"What did he tell you his name was?" she asked me. I knew I was in for interrogation.

"Brendon," I said and sat down on my bed.

"Who else is named Brendon?" she asked like she was trying to tell something to a four year old.

"Lots a people. Its a pretty common name," I told her.

"You're wearing your glasses..." she said and groaned. She knew my sight got kinda scewed when I wore my glasses.

"Yeah, so?"

"Oh, nothing. Just Brendon Urie was sitting on your fucking lap!!" she screamed quietly.

"Okay, one, my lap isn't a fucking lap, just a normal one. Two, there's no way that is Brendon Urie. We're in California! Doesn't he live in Vegas?" I asked her.

"I know Brendon Urie when I see him. And he was sitting on your lap and staing at you like a kid looking at free chocolate! No, like a skater looking at a new skateboard with flames painted on it! No, he was looking at you like a horny 13 yr old looking at that Burger King commercial with Paris Hilton practically naked in it!" she was shouting now. I laughed at the idea of Brendon Urie looking at me like a....well all those things she said.

"You ladies okay?" we heard from outside my door. He probably had heard her screaming.

"Yeah Bren! Just a couple minutes!" I told him.

"Take off your glasses. They screw up your vision anyway. Then maybe you'll see who was sitting on you lap! Actually, tell me the whole story," she told me.

"Well, I answered the door, we talked some. He came in, we started to make cake-life and we cracked up over something. THen he picked me up and threw me on the couch. So I sat on him with my bony butt and he...uhhh...started tickling me. Then I kicked him in the belly, and he sat on my lap. You saw the rest," I told her, decideing to skip the kissing part. She sighed and let me out of my room. I took off my glasses and put them near my door.

"Hey babe," Brendon said to me. I made a face.

"Huh, what? Sinse when am I a babe?" I asked him. He smiled at me. Mariah was staring at him. I looked at him without my glasses on and realized that she was right. And to add to that, the infamous Brendon Urie had called me babe. I pretended I didn't think this was all a really intricate dream and sat back down on the couch, clearing a spot for my guests and patting it, signifieing they should sit with me. Brendon sat next to me on the right and Mariah sat next to me on my left.

"So....Mariah says you were staring at me like a horny teenager. Is this so Mister...uhh....Brendon," I asked in a silly voice.

"A horny teenager. Surprisingly not the first time I've gotten that. Usually its 'Total Spaz' or 'Pot Head' thought I don't smoke pot," he said rubbing his chin in thought.

"Hey!" I said snapping my fingers in front of his face, "Pay attention Buddio!" I said and laughed. He laughed too and Mariah just kept staring.

"Okay....I guess I might've been. But what do you expect, you're hot!" he said and I laughed, knowing it was far from the truth. At least in my opinion. I had short platinum blonde hair that people always thought was dirty blonde because it was mostly always dirty. I was short and pretty skinny because I always forgot to eat during the day. My eyes were blue-to-gray depending on the weather and I was in lack of an upper lip. I had a ton of freckles, and my face was pretty much constantly sun-burned. I was never really tan, just sun-burned actually.

"So. Where's this cake-life you were telling me about at mid-night?" Mariah asked me, finally seeming to snap out of her "Omigod a freaking hot famous person was just sitting in my best friend's lap" trance.

"In the basement! Come and see!" I said, grabbing her hand. Then Brendon grabbed my other hand and I dragged them both to my basement. She looked at the gross cake monster and made gagging noises. She dragged me up out of the basement and I grabed Brendon's hand so he came along too. Mariah was obviously feeling evil because she suggested we play Truth-or-Dare. I rolled my eyes, but Brendon was all for it. We sat down on my bedroom floor (that's the cleanest room in the house) in a sort of triangle.

"Okay, Jamie, truth or dare?" Mariah asked me with bedevilment in her eye. I had a feeling what she was going to make me do. It was going to be me doing something dirty to Brendon, I could just feel it. Or if I picked truth, she'd make me tell how much I was obsessed with Brendon Urie.

"Dare," I said after some thought of which I'd rather do.

"Oooh, spicy!" she said (spicy is what she walways said instead of interesting or 'ew'), "I dare you to...MAKE OUT WITH BRENDON!!!" she screamed at the top of her substantial lungs. She was jumping up and down as best she could in her indian-style sitting position. I rolled my eyes and thanked whatever gods there were that she didn't tell me to give him a lap dance or some shit like that.

Brendon was grinning like a freaking jack-o-lantern. He scooted closer to me and leaned towards me. I leaned towards him and our lips met softly.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK


Someone was at the door, inturrupting everything....or nothing. I got up and went to answer the door. It was the worst person that it could possibly be at that moment. My homicidal, suicidal, drug addict of a mother. She came right on in babbling about my, or used to be mine, cat BB. She sat down on top of my couch and sipped Brendon's Red-Bull. She evidently didn't know that I had just been playing Truth-or-Dare with one of the hottest guys in the world, no universe.


yeah i know its really long, but thats cuz i was really bored. i hope y'all liked it!! =)

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awesome! no one likes it....ah well i'll keep writing in a place where it won't bother y'all

OOH!!!!!
I LIKEDED IT!!

Will Ryro be in it??
if so may I steal(have) him???
(:

sowweee....i already have a plan for him. My friend had a realcrush on him (not that she'll ever read this cuz she'd rip my eyes out with a spoon) so she'll end up dating him.

i have no clue what to do with pretty much anyone else, though...lol

CAN I HAVE JON?!?!?!?

k =)

THANKEES!

shall i update now? I have like a ton written already...

DOODE LOVE UR 7th STORY! (i think)

lol i'm gonna write more cuz I have nothing else to do today. Or really any day until September....oh well!


"Uh. Hi Mom," I said, my eyes wide. I told her I'd be right back and I ran to my room. I told them the deal and I told them they had to help me. They both nodded, but didn't tell me whatever plans that were forming seperately in their heads. I gulped and went back to my living room. My mom had turned on my TV. I tried to smile at her, it ended up as more of a grimace.

"Hey honey. So, what's up? I found you in the phonebook. YOU'RE IN THE FUCKIN' PHONE BOOK!!" she squealed exitedly at me. I winced at the fact that she had calld me 'honey' when I really didn't think of her as 'Mom' anymore.

"Babe, who's there?" I heard brendon say from the other room. I widened my eyes and realized his plan. He would masquerade as my boyfriend and my mom already knew Mariah. My mom was always awkward around my boyfriends, so it might make her go away. Or tease me horribly. Either way was possible.

"Just me madre! Come on in Brenny Bear!" I said, making up a pet name from my ass. He came in, looking freaking goregous. My mom gaped.

"Omigod, Jamie! I've seen him on TV!! He's uhh...Brian! No Ryan? Argh! What the hell is his name!!" she shouted. She was always shouting. I shook my head.

"Ma'am? I'm Brendon Urie. Nice to meet you. I'm Jamie's boyfriend..." he said, as if shy. I could tell that he was innerly laughing his ass off at my mom.

"Hey c'mere Bren!" I said and drew him into a deep kiss. I was mainly acting, but he seemed actually into it. I could here Mariah gagging from the hallway. My mom looked away. When I finally pulled away for a breather, he had a dippy grin on his face and I had decided that somehow I had magically gotten drunk on one thing or another.

I realized I'd been staring at him for like five minutes straight, so I blushed and looked down. Then I looked around, my mom was no where in sight. Mariah was in the backyard (like I said, I'm pretty phsycick when it comes to Mariah), so we were essentially alone. My face was still red, and Brendon was staring at me with a weird look on his face. He was hugging me now. His chin could've rested on the top of my head he was so tall compared to me. He kissed the top of my head gently. I heard a catcall from the direction of my back door. I growled and threw a Red-Bull can at her. Lucky for her it was one of the empty ones. She laughed.

"When I told you guys to make out I didn't mean nessisarily mean in front of your mom, but thats cool," she told us. We all laughed and Brendon said we'd beter finish up that game of Truth-or-Dare.

We walking into my room and sat back down on the floor. It was Mariah's turn to dare (or truth) Brendon.

"Truth or Dare?"

"DARE!!!" he screamed and laughed.

"Spicy! Ok....I dare you to....umm....Could you pick truth?" she asked him after awhile.

"Fine, truth," he said, pushing his lower lip out.

"OK!!! How do you really feel about Jamie?" she asked, her eyes looking bright and evil. I rolled my eyes at her. She was far to interested in Brendon and me.

"Umm...wow. Lets see...I think she's really pretty, smart, anf funny. Ummm....I think she just the right amount of crazy, and she shares my addiction to Red-Bull..." he said, rather hesitantly.

"I meant do you lurrrrrve her?" she said, batting her eyelashes. I made gagging noises at her. Brendon laughed.

"You guys are like four year olds!" he said and laughed even harder.

"Oh but I'm a pretty smart and funny four year old!" I said and laughed. He laughed too and kissed me. I blinked and made a noise pretty much equal to 'Huh?' Mariah was trying not to laugh. I couldn't get over the fact that THE Brendon Urie had just kissed me. Now Mariah could easily say I was obsessed wih him, but it wasn't nessisarily true. Though he was sexier then Satan, he was pretty much a stranger.

Mariah was waving her hand in front of my eyes.

"Snap out of it!" she was calling. I blinked and grabbed her hand. She squealed and yanked away. I growled like a bear and got up as if to chase her. I chased her around my room and tripped over my chair. I fell down and pretended to cry like a little girl.

"I got a booboo..." I said, pushing my lower lip as far out as it would go and making puppy eyes at Brendon.

"Awww, I kiss it make it better! Where it hurt?" he siad, using baby talk. I pointed to my lips. He kissed me and Mariah whistled. I decided to ignore her. Hey, in my defense, its not every day that you meet a hot famous guy who apparently likes you.

"Okay, break it up kids. We're going to the park!" she told us.

"I need to take a shower," I told her and headed to the bathroom.

"Why?" she asked.

"I smell funny, and I have to wash my mom's awful aura off of me!" I told her and continued walking.

"Um, don't you care that there's a guest?" she asked, her eyes wide. I turned around.

"Brendon, do you want me to continue smelling funny?" I asked him.

"No...But you do like to save water right?" he asked. I had no clue what he was saying.

"Uhh yeah I guess..." I said, wondering what he was getting at.

"Well, I smell funny too, so why don't we save water and--" he grinned and started to walk to the bathroom.

"Okay, buster! I've known you for less than an hour and you're trying to take a shower with me?" I asked and laughed. Mariah joined in.

"What?" he asked not-so-innocently.

'Horny bastard!" I screamed playfully and ran to my bathroom. I told Mariah to keep him out until the water stopped running. I took a quick shower and got out. As I was getting out Brendon walked in.

"OH SHIT!" he said and covered his eyes.

"Uhh...could you pass a towel?" I asked, bright red. He passed me a towel with his eyes still closed.

"So sorry! I had to go to the bathroom and I forgot you were in here and oh shit I'm sorry!" he wailed. I told him it was okay and he could open his eyes if he wanted to. He peeked slightly and saw me with the towel wrapped around me.

"Dude, Jamie! I'm sorry!" he was still apologizing to me. I told him to shut up and I went into my room to get dressed. So far this had been an interesting day: I started a scinece project, met Brendon Urie who then kissed me, offered to take a shower with me, then saw me naked. I shook my head and pulled on a shirt with a picture of Eeyore on it. I was finally dressed and I saw Mariah staring at my TV.

"What did I say about letting him into the bathroom?" I asked her.

"Hey, the water had turned off..." she said and grinned at me, "How did he react?"

"Whatever do you mean?" I asked her, glaring.

"Well, he went in right after the water stopped running, so I assume that you were out of the shower and not yet in a towel..." she said, doing her best to look innocent.

"He freaked and covered his eyes," I told her and we laughed. He walked into the room, his face bright red. We were chilling on the couch laughing at what had just happened and when he came in, we laughed harder.

We grinned at him and we walked to the park. He put on large sun glasses that looked ridiculous and sexy at the same time. But, then again, he could proabably look sexy in a bright pink Barbie dress and Dark green camo socks. When we got to the park, Brendon, Mariah, and I ran to the swings.

"I just LURVE the swings!!" I screamed as my legs pumped me high up into the air.

"I know who else you lurve!!" Mariah said tauntingly. I stuck my tongue out at her. Brendon seemed interested, but I pretended to ignore that. I went as high as I could and started laughing.

"Back to the street where we began, feeling as good as lovers can, you knoooow!" I started to sing. Soon Mariah and Brendon sang along. Inside I was gasping at the fact that BRENDON URIE was singing with me, but outsied I was just laughing. He really did rock at singing. Well of course he did, but I hadn't heard him singing without a microphone before.

"Hey you guys should sooooo meet Ryan!" He said and jumped off his swing.

"Catch me!" I said and launched myself off the swing. He did try, but apparently one of us had really bad aim, because I landed about three feet in front of him to the left, on my butt.

"Omigod, are you okay?" he said rushing over to me. My butt did, hurt, but that was beside the point. I giggled and tried to stand up. I was kinda wobbly from falling, so I toppled into Brendon.

"Whoopsie!" I said and giggled again.

"Get a room you two!" Mariah said, making a noise in the back of her throat that clearly meant 'I'm bored with trying to set you up so be private already!' We giggled and Brendon called his friend Ryan (Who I was betting my life was the famous Ryan Ross that Mariah would fall in love with immeditaly) to invite him to the park. He came sauntering up to the playground area wearing huge glasses like Brendon.

"Hey Bren, whats with the hotties?" he said grinning at me and Mariah. She blushed and I just shook my head.

"I made friends!" he said and pranced over to where I was leaning against a tree. He put his arm around my shoulders and made a big kissy noise right by my ear.

"Yucky!" I said and giggled. Then I ran around and he chased me, then I turned and started chasing him. It was like an absurd game of tag where we didn't ever actually say "You're it!" or even touch eachother. We would just start chasing eachother.

"So, you finally nailed a girl who's almost as immature as you..." Ryan said with an evil grin. I stopped in my tracks.

"One, he didn't technically nail me. Two, I'm WAAAAY more immature!" I said and made a silly face at him. Then I went to Mariah and whispered in her ear, "You should so make a move on him!"

"WHAT?!" she sputtered at me. Loudly, too. I shushed her and grinned at the boys who were looking at us with interest.

"Ssssshhhh...You like him right? Go ahead! Or shall we play Truth-or-Dare again?" I asked her quietly with an evil grin. Her eyes widened and she shook her head. I decided that meant that we had to play Truth-or-Dare.

"HEY GUYS!!! MARIAH WANTS TO PLAY TRUTH-OR-DARE!!!" I shouted. She paled and shook her head. But the two boys wanted to play. We sat on top of a picnic table and started to play.

"Mariah, Truth or dare?" I asked her evily. She gulped.

"Uhh...dare," she said, not wanting to spew her obsession for Ryan Ross.

"I dare you to make out with Ryan!" I said without hesitating. I told her to do as she made me do to Brendon. She gulped again.

"Are you thirsty or something?" Ryan asked, he was smiling at her.

"No," she said in a small voice.

"Less talky more kissy!" Brendon told them and clapped his hands. I giggled. Ryan and Mariah moved closer together and their lips touched. I looked around and there was no one to inturrupt them rudely. They kissed and once the 5 seconds was up (which is the dare make-out standard) they kept on kissing. I looked at Brendon and tried really hard not to laugh. We glanced back at them and they were still kissing. I shrugged and got off of the table. I started walking towards the swing set and Brendon joined me.

"I'm bored," I said. I glanced at the two love birds, they were staring at eachother. I shrugged and started to walk home. When I got there I jumped on my couch and turned on my TV. Nothing on.

I turned on my radio but then chenged my mind and put in a CD. I picked one at random, it happened to by a Panic at the Disco CD. I squealed when one of my favourite songs came on. I started dancing around and singing. I have to admit, I had totally forgotten about the possibility of Brendon or Ryan coming in. I finally calmed down and hopped on my lap-top (I don't mean jumped on it, I mean started using it. I had a feeling that you'd believe either...).

I went on the PATD fan site and updated a few fanfics and lurked the boards for awhile. Then I got bored and went to get a Red-Bull. I heard the door open and close and assumed it was Mariah. I walked back into the living-room where my laptop was still on and the PATD fan site page was still up. Brendon was sitting at it looking with interest at the fan site.


this is part 2!! there aren't really chapters so....yeah...once I get some comments i'll update again (I've still got alot more story left!!)

YAZ! loved it!!!! update crazeh!!!!

lol need to get one more from a different person!!! muahahaaaa alos thi sis giving me time to plan it out insatead of pulling the story out of my ass as i write which is what i've been doing with the other stories...

thats what i usually do too its when im most genious in writing crap that has come out of my ass haha that made no sense but was quite funneh


ALFRED=GRR

yeah same with me. one time I wrote pretty much 17 pages worth of story and when I looked at it, I realized that I didn't remember a single thing I had written. Comes from letting my fingers take over. NOW DOOM!!! its so fun to say DOOM!!!!

DOOM!

DOOM BOOM GLOOM SOOM FOOM GOOM PLOOM WOON!