This is my second fanfic. It's not a sequel, but if you want to read my first one: Backstage
And ahead of time, I know Spencer doesn't have a twin, but for the sake of the story...pretend.


Throw An Old Line Out To Sea, To See If I Can Catch A Dream.

Prologue


"Give me the remote! Let go! I was watching T.V. first, Spencer!!!"
"So?"
"I was here first!"
"I'm older."
"Yea, by like 5 minutes. Let go of it!"
"This is my house."
"Hey, hey, hey. How old are you two?"
"Ryan, stay out of this."
"Stop punching me, you leech."
"No. Give me the fucking remote, you asshole! Or else..."
"Or else what?"
"Ow! Alright give me the damn remote!"
"Ryan, I'm so sorry. That shoe was for my douche brother."
That's me, Stephanie Smith, twin sister of the well-known Spencer James Smith, drummer of Panic At The Disco, the apple of my eye. We're twenty years old and we still act like we are five. Four minutes and fifty-five seconds apart; and those few minutes are the downfall of my life, succumbed to the whims of my famous "older" brother.
And the other kid, that's Ryan Ross. He, in a weird way, is like our father, even though he's only a year older than us and my most recent ex. As you can see, he splits up our childish arguments, before we gnaw each other's heads off.
Don't get me wrong, I love my brother. Up to this point you're probably wondering why I live with him. Well, not getting along with your parents, like your "prodigy" twin brother would put you in a similar situation. Just like Forrest Gump says, "We're like peas and carrots." Although, lately, it's been tough.
He's been busy with his music career and I guess, I'm the dead beat, slaving away at a mediocre job, pulling in minimum wage. He has a beautiful girlfriend; I'm destined to be single my whole life. But let's think positive, things could change.



Continue???

This message has been edited. Last edited by: Skippy Does the Time Warp with Brendon,

o...k...
I guess, that's a "no."

Unless I get at least four comments I won't continue.
And I'll pull a "Panic" and scrap it.

I like it :] Continue please!

i like your avatar.
xD

I'm having trouble pulling out the first chapter, so it might take me awhile to post if i do.
this was a bad start for this story.
but i think in a weird twisted way i can make it work.

i like it!

WOOT 3rd COMMENTER!! =D

Hai. It's be awsome.

I felt the need to post this in here... even though it has nothing to do with my story.



That's the first spring flower. No other plants or flower surround it in the flower bed in my front yard.

And I'm writing chapter one.
Hallelujah! It's Friday!

yay for friday, updates, and flowers!!

Yea... I should update.

It's 10 atm and tomorrow i have school.
i
ll try to update tomorrow.
i have to do my report still and the rough draft is due wednesday, so i might not get to update.
i'll try.

Chapter 1

Stephanie's POV

I pulled on my skinny jeans and Led Zeppelin T-shirt that Ryan gave me, and slipped on my ballet flat. Tonight was going to be a special night; night out with the boys. First night in a long time. They are like busy little bees; press interviews and photo shoots and they just released their sophomore CD. I'm in awe with it.
We are going to Port Of Subs and to a cinematic adventure, probably some horrible "horror" flick or 21, again. I saw that movie with Ryan's girlfriend, Keltie, 3 times; it never gets old.
"Steph, are you coming?" Spencer yelled from the landing of the steps, as I did some finishing touches on my make-up and ran to the top of the stairs.
"That's a bit of a personal question," I giggled, receiving laughs in return for quoting at the perfect time one of th most hilarious movies, Superbad and getting a look of disgust from Spence.
"I did not need to visualize that," he groaned, as we walked out of the house.
"I did," Jon smirked, getting a hard punch on the arm from Spencer in return.
"Dude, that's my sister. Even worse my twin sister,"
"So? What's your point? Just because she is very closely related to you, doesn't mean she's not hot," Jon pulled Ryan in front of him to shield himself from another, even harder punch.
"Thank you, Jonny," I pecked his cheek, "But you have a girlfriend."
"I may not be single, but Brendon, over there is," he winked, nudging me.
I glared at Ryan, figuring he opened his big mouth. Yes, I have a slight crush on Brendon. He's a really great guy. He knows how to make me laugh, he's got an amazing body, so much talent. His plump lips could make any girl swoon. His deep chocolate suck you in at the snap of the fingers. O.k, I have a major crush on him, but it's not like he would ever have the same feelings for me, let alone date me.
After we stuffed our faces, we decided to see Run, Fatboy, Run. We got situated and picked out our seats. Last minute, I felt like some of that once amazing movie theater popcorn, saturated in butter. Hey, you only live once.
I stood up, "Spencer, come with me?"
"Go by yourself. You're a big girl, aren't you?"
"Ryan?"
"No," he whined, "I just got comfortable."
"Jon, pleaseeee, will you come with me?"
"You're gorgeous, but nothing is getting my ass out of this chair, even if there was a fire, I wouldn't get up."
I let out an exasperated sigh, "I hate you men."
"I'll go with you," Brendon whispered, standing up and nudging me forward, while the other boys made whiplashing sounds.
We stood in silence for three minutes, as we waited in line, until Brendon broke the silence, "So..."
"So..."
"How are you?"
"I'm fine," I nodded, "You?"
"Same. It's finally nice to rest some."
"Yea, but you guys are leaving in a couple weeks, aren't you?"
"Mhm, for the summer."
I frowned, when they aren't around, I have no life.
"You should come out for a couple shows," he stated.
"Well, I am going to five, already," I grinned.
After that, back to silence. I was never so tense and uncomfortable. You;d think I'd be used to being with him by now, but nope.

I have chapter 2 written, I'll post that once I'm done with my research paper.

For new readers: I'm in honors classes and constantly swamped with homework, that i wait til last minute to do, so that's why it takes me so long to update.
JSYK.

very nice (borat voice)

niceupdates

I like it. It's different :]

Updates tomorrow... I promise.
I hate my English teacher.