=;Jon's POV;=

"Good show." I smiled at Spencer who kept fixing his hair and trying to ignore Brendon and his need of Britney Spears' music. Brendon's dancing and singing in front of Pete who looked quite uncomfortable. Huh. He usually enjoys our craziness… Oh well. And Brendon? He never changed much.

"With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride. Your toxic, I'm slipping under. With a taste of a poison paradise, I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic…" I think his head is filled with toxic.

"I need to get out of here…" Spencer scowled, turning to Pete. "L-let's go." Pete stammered, his hands shaking a little as he headed out first before Spencer. "Take care Jon. Later." Spencer rolled his eyes at Brendon who's getting his top off, finding a new shirt to put on. "It's getting late to give you up…" He winked at me. God, he is the gayest one in our band. But we all love him just like that. Umm… Yeah, he's rubbing off on us pretty good.

"Bye Bren. I'm over to Nikki's." He continued dancing and brushing his hair in front of the vanity. "Intoxicate me now, with your lovin' now. I think I'm ready now, I think I'm ready…" I chuckle as I made my way out.

I was supposed to walk down the hall, but Ryan and Rachelle kept blocking the small way. They're picking on each other. His hands are covering her hands that's on top of his eyes.

Ahh… There it is. The thousand watt smile that Ryan rarely used. I've seen that smile at least twice, I think… I turned around and almost bumped to Lena. "Sorry about that." I smile. She smiled back. "No problem. Hey, you think I should interrupt them?" She asked, following my gaze at the love sight. "Probably not. Maybe Hobo could get their attention. Ryan really missed Rach." She nodded and we waved off. "Oh hey! Tell Nikki I said happy birthday." I smiled softly and went the back way to the parking lot.

...

"Walker? You taking Brendon's van again?" Shane asked me as he was about to head the other way. "Yeah. Low profile dude." He nodded and went inside, his eyes never leaving the clipboard.

It's my girlfriend's twenty second birthday and I want to make sure it's a special one. I know that girls make a big deal in being sixteen or eighteen, but I want Nikki to feel that it's still special whenever she gets another year behind her. It's awesome that she's still with me. I mean, come on. I'm just a guy… who's in a band. And well, it's not supposed to be the reason why we're together, you know? I'll be there in an hour and a half.



As I started putting miles behind me, I gazed over the Yellow Bells, the tress and the sandy beaches of California. It's so summery, and it reminds me of Nikki. The way her hair illuminates when the sun beams, the way she always smiles when she and I walk on the beach. She makes me love things I'd never give a second look before. And yeah… Cats. It's strange the way we pick things that we could love together. She's one of a kind.



When I was already on the highway to New York, my phone buzzed. Well lookie here… If it isn't Britney himself. "Yeah sugar crack?" Ryan comes up with the best names. For a bookworm, he's the funniest one when it comes to stupid words. Brendon snorted on the other end. He's with a girl, I know it. Wait, bad feeling.

"Uhhmm… Lena… Walk… Should I? And… Dancing… My ass… Me. Stupid." So basically, Lena saw him dancing and singing his ass off, fell on the floor, scared shitless and he wants to be with her. "Tell her if you could walk Hobo with her or something." I heard him sigh in relief and I can see him smiling. "You're in the bathroom aren't you?" I chuckle, changing lanes to get to my destination faster.

"How'd you know?" Ha. A better question is how could I not know. "Maybe because I'm Jon." We both laugh and I smiled wider as I pick up speed. I'll be there in an hour or so. "Thanks. You're awesome man." Brendon's giggling now. "Tell me something I don't know Bear. And, yeah. Be sure to make an ass of yourself." Now I feel his brows creasing in confusion. "She likes us for who we are. So don't be all stiff and plastic when you're with her." He really needs to make this one work. I want him to be happy too. Let's just say that the four of us don't deal with heartbreak all that well. "Okay. Take care Jon. Make sure you give Nikki me, Ryan and Spencer's gift. And love you!"

I laugh. "I'll make sure. And save that for Ryan. I got me some Spencer already." We laughed more. "We are so gay and I love it." Brendon giggled on the other end. I roll my eyes with a grin. "Yeah, and you're the leader." I shook my head, still concentrating on the road. "You know it. 'Kay, gotta go." We hung up.

One hour to go…


*


=;Brendon's POV;=

I shakily stepped out of the bathroom, trying to smile. I think it looks creepy. "So… Wanna walk Hobo or something? You know, since Ryan's with Chelli. He'll probably be swamped for the rest of the day." She looked thoughtful for a moment, then she nodded with a smile. "Let's walk a few blocks."

I grinned, put away my Sidekick in the pocket of my tight jeans and got my wallet from the stereo top. You never know when I might get a klutz attack again or ADD, or something… "Probably should tell Ryan. Wait for me here?" I chewed the inside of my cheek, trying to make sure I say the right things. "Okay." Then she continued scanning our dressing room, sitting on the red sofa with Hobo resting on her lap.

When I closed the door gently, I heard something that definitely made me motivated. "I hope I don't screw up…"

...

I silently made my way over the bus, praying to whichever power is up there that this day won't be like any other day. The bus is oddly quiet. I would've thought Spencer and Pete would head this way to play or something. Or maybe that's just me. They're probably buying some shaving cream anyway.

I quickly open the door, trying to save time. "Ryan!!! I was wonder-ohhh…" A smile instantly made its way on my face, and I couldn't help my brows from moving. So this is why… I think I'm blushing a little. But just a little! This isn't the first time I walked in on someone. Wait. Ryan's on top? That's new. Er… Not that I know much. I guess I'd never thought of him to be the dominant one. Or maybe because well, he's Ryan. Chelli's probably tired and -

"The fuck?! Bren? Get out!" Ryan quickly laid beside Chelli, tugging the blankets over them. Like I'd ever watch Ryan do porn. I just like to piss him off. "What? No way…" I smiled cheekily and he got more angry. I laughed. "God… You just had to ruin the mood didn't you?" I cracked up. This is just priceless. You should see the look he has right now - all confuzzled and stuff. Getting laid is so important to that stick. No, not that one. Ryan's the twig remember? "I just came here to ask if Lena and I could take Hobo for a walk, seeing your busy and all." Well, he is!

"Sure, sure. Take care, and all that crap." I heard Chelli snort and giggle. What a cute sound. Ryan must think so too cause he smiled that smile again. Will I ever smile like that too? "Ryan?" I looked at anywhere but them, feeling out of place. I settled on my shoes. I want that so badly… Yes, I am a happy person but, there's something missing. "Yeah Bear?" But I know there's hope for me. With that said, I looked back at them again with a genuine Brendon Urie smile. "Thank you." Ryan smiled back, feeling what I'm feeling. "Welcome." I closed the door behind me, thinking of what might happen today. Wait! "Use protection!" I shout back with a smug look on my face. Now I can leave.


*


=;Jon's POV;=

I finally reached New York. It's already one o'clock but I'm sure my munchkin won't mind a little late lunch. When I came on the right floor of her building, I tried my best to balance all the packages I brought along. Why'd they have to give her such huge gifts?

"Jon!"  I peeked through the hole between the packages and the flowers. It's Kim, her assistant and the one who keeps letting my girl change her schedule to fit mine. We owe her a lot. I smiled widely as I inched closer. "Hey. Is she in?" I hope she is. This is a surprise, so… "Yeah, she is. Want me to tell her?"

I frantically shook my head. That would ruin things. "No thanks. But a little help with these would be enough." She giggled and took two packages from me. She should've taken the flowers, it's lighter. "You're supposed to give those to her." Oh. She laughed at my obvious idiotic moment. "I understand. When it comes to Nicole, your Jon-ness fades." This time, I giggle. "I suppose it does."

When we reached her office, I gave Kim a look. She nodded and knocked on the door. "Nicole, someone's here to see you." I hear papers being written, put away and being crumpled. Busy day. "My hands are kinda full here. Can you tell them to make an appointment next time?" I tried my best not to laugh. She's so busy planning out what the band should wear for the tour and for the booklet of our album.

I stepped in the office, holding out the bouquet of Yellow Bells I got her. "I guess I'll leave now." She continued working on her draft on Ryan's clothes, but a smile replaced her stress. I think she knows my voice well enough. "Ryan really wants something special? Just fill it up with roses and he'll be fine."

I hear her chuckle. I can live with that for the rest of my life. "He told me he gave up all his love for roses for someone else. Their first time remember?" Oh yeah… That's why he bought all those roses. "He still loves flowers, why give up that one?" Nikki looked up at me, making my knees a little weak. "Cause he said he found the one rose who's worth all the thorns." He's always been poetic. But sometimes it doesn't make any sense. "More reason to love roses. I don't get that guy." She giggled again, filing away the sketches on her Panic folder. "No one does. But it's his way." I walked over to her office chair, giving her the flowers and kissing her lips. She held my cheek, smiling.

"Happy birthday, munckin."

...

We're at a french restaurant, eating our desserts. Awesome mud cake, and the '22' candle is edible. Brendon would freak if he ever got his hands on them. Nikki's face lit up as she unwrapped my friends' gifts. "That's from Bear, Ryro and Spin."

She nodded with a smile, hugging the stuffed angel they got made for her. "Spencer drew that, Ryan picked the colors and Brendon thought of the idea, and, well… named it Jon." I smiled sheepishly, blushing. She still does that to me. "It's wonderful. And the perfect name." She held my hand across the table, and I love the way she smiles right now. It's what I look forward to whenever I feel homesick. Even though she lives in the big city, and I'm from Illinois. "Thank you boo." I kiss her hand and she giggled.

"Who's this from?" She took out the biggest and heaviest gift from the three. "Fall Out Boy." She clutched the box tightly with an excited look on her face. "Chelli's really one of them now eh?" I nodded with a smile. "It'd be stupid if Rachelle wasn't. She's done so much in such a short time." Nikki nodded a little as she opened the silver wrapped package. When her eyes fell on the contents, she gasped, covering her mouth with both of her hands. "I totally love it!" I laugh a little. She really gets excited when it comes to clothes… and shoes. "That red hoodie's designed and made by Rach and Pete. You can see the Clandestine and XO logos stitched at the ends, but here's the thing. See that symbol in the back and in the middle that's covering the body of the cloth? That's the logo when they merge - the black and white broken heart that's stitched with x's." Her eyes grew more wide. "Y-you mean…"

I chuckled. "They're planning on merging some time in the future. So that's their first product, but I think that's only for you. Oh, and the tags aren't itchy." She hugged the hoodie while giggling then instantly saw the chucks that are lying underneath it. "That one's from Andy, Joe and Patrick." It's a black, almost knee-length chucks, filled with white swirls on the right places. "I think Joe's the one who dyed the shoelaces pink." She squeaked a little. She's the biggest fan girl I know, and I love it. At least she's not throwing underwear at me on stage. I'm not all that comfortable with those things from the fans yet.

After that, she put them down beside our table and eyed the last gift. Shit. I think after that last one, my gift looks pathetic. I think my face paled. "Jon? What's wrong?" She shook my hand, a worried look on her face. "N-nothing. Uhm… Open my gift later?" I blinked a few times, trying to calm myself. "What? That's silly." She grabbed my gift, already unwrapping it. My breaths keep coming up short. When she opened it, my heart races more. She has a blank look on her face, still staring down at the casing. When my breath hitched, she looked at me, her eyes shining from the tears that's a second away from spilling. Holy fuck. Now I made her cry?! "S-sorry. W-Why are y-you crying? I-I…"

Her tears slipped slowly and she clutched the charm bracelet I got her, closing her eyes. "I love it." Again, I blinked a few times. "R-really?" I'm starting to tear up myself. "I do." I grabbed her hand, all emotions rushing to me. "I thought you hated it. You scared me there." We both laugh a little. "I'm sorry. I won't cry so much next time." Nikki smiled and handed me the bracelet. I put it on her, my fingers lingering on all thirteen charms. We both believe it's not an unlucky number. Cause that's the day we met. "This flower means that you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met. The ribbon means how talented you are with your work, and how I'm looking forward to seeing your wonderful creations. The sun means that I feel surreal whenever I'm with you, and I still do. The little bunny shows how you never fail to make me smile, even if I want to just hide in a hole. The note means you keep inspiring me, though I feel like giving up. The wings shows how much you kept me sane through the bad times in my life, which I owe you. This hourglass means that when I'm apart from you, it's worth it because we know we'll stand through the tests of time. That tear drop means that I'll always try and fix any mistakes that I may make. The C, well, we both know what it means. The kite means that I will always hold you, but I won't hold you back. And the last three - I heart U, because I do, and because you'll always carry my heart with you." At this, I wiped my eyes for a second, and stood up, going beside her. "I love you Jon."

I kissed her wonderful lips and smiled, wiping her baby blue eyes from her gentle tears. "I love you too. And you better know it." I think she does.


*


=;Brendon's POV;=

So Lena and I are here at the pet shop. I'm fucking scared out of my mind. She said I'll meet some of her friends, but it feels like I'm gonna meet her parents. But then she held my hand, sending tingly feelings all over me. This is like the time I got shocked by the toaster cause I got angry when it refused to make me normal toast, only better.

I looked around the room. It's a nice yellow, but it's in need of more colors. That wall should have blue and that wall should have some red and that one… My eyes are glued at the sight, my mouth twitching up into a smile. "Duckies!" I skipped over the pond-like cages of the store, pulling Lena with me. I hear her laugh, and it's like music. Sorry. You know that Ryan's better with big fancy words than me. "I'll introduce you to them." We stopped, then she took one yellow duckling and held it. "You can pet Justine if you like." Ooh!!! She names them! I do that too! With Ryan's hair… I have nothing to do back then. But anyway! I gently stroke the feathers of Justine, smiling. Duckies… Then she handed it to me. J the duckie kept wobbling in my palm, trying to get closer to my face as I stared at it. It's so small! "He likes you." She giggled. I blushed. Why do guys like me? She laughed more. "Don't worry Bren. Justine has a girlfriend." She pointed to the less yellow duck, which is staring at me, quacking. My eyes widened. I didn't think a duck could be a bitch. "Don't worry Stephanie, Brendon's with me." And like that, Stephanie quacked happily, joining the other ducks swim in the small pond. I gently put Justine back along with Steph in the pond and was met with three people. "There you are Lena. We need to take our break now. You think you could do some of the sprucing up?"

She nodded with a smile. "Guys, this is Brendon. Brendon, this is Oliver, Timothy and Ella." Ella looks like a nice girl, and Oliver looks nice too. But Timothy… Damn. "H-hello." They shook my hand. I felt something when Timothy shook my hand, strong grip. She's working with this guy all day? "Dude? I'm married." They all laughed, and I felt heat rise up on my cheeks. "Sorry. I just had to say it cause you've been pouting and looking uncomfortable when you saw me." He shook his head, and then he looked at Lena.

She's looking at me. "I'd choose you every time." I smiled brightly and the others teased us.

...

We were working for half an hour now and the room's looking great. I continued painting the wall with blue dots. They look like big measles, that are blue. When Hobo barked, I spilled some on myself. My indigo hoodie has blue on it. Crap. I put down the paint brush then tried to wipe it away. Dammit. It's huge!

That's what she said.

I need to lay off the cockiness. Ehehe… I can't help it. I rubbed my cheek out of anger and cause I keep getting sidetracked, and fuck shit. I heard a soft giggle.  "You're so cute, you know that?" Lena stopped working on her wall, her eyes closed, laughing. "I do?" I pout, turning around. I may have wiggled a little. "Yes you are. And hot too, even if you're covered with blue."

You look so good in blue, you look so good in blue… Wait. Aren't I supposed to think of my band's songs? If only Ryan wrote something like that. On second thought, he's gonna kick my beautiful ass if I ever said that to him. "I do what I can." And I did do what I can. She likes paint on me? Then who am I to waste that little info?

After a few more minutes, Hobo kept snuggling my leg. I tried to gently get her off, trying not to put paint on her. I started backing up slowly. I suddenly turned around, the brush whipping out of my hand. The brush splat on Lena's shoulder. Oops… She turned around, a brow raised, and a hand on her hips. "Sorry?" I grinned. She shook her head, eyes closed. "An eye for an eye…" What? Why's she talking about body parts? Do I have something on my eye? Uhh… "A leg for a leg?" It's the first thing to pop in my head since I sing about them. "Close enough." She threw her red paint brush at me, hitting my head. Gooey. I slowly took it off me, the paint still dripping on my hair. "So that's what it means." Round one is now official.

My head is spinning from all the flying colors, but all I know is that I'm laughing.


*


The sun began to go down as we're waiting for the paint to dry. "We're so messed up." I giggle. "And we look horrible too." She pointed. We laughed. "But look at the result." She smiles again, her laughter calming down. We looked around, and I am amazed at what we did. "You and I made something so cool. And for free too."

I like the sound of that - you and I. "Free? I happen to have a high talent fee my dear." She giggled more, poking my nose. "I'll pay you back some day." She pulled back her hand, with a small smile on her face, and her violet eyes resembling the night sky so vividly. Now I know why Ryan loves eyes. I smiled back warmly.

...

"So… Here we are." She waved one hand around the place, Hobo running around us. It's convenient. She just works downstairs. I noticed her apartment hall looks like the one up at the band's cabin. "It's nice here."

She nodded in agreement and looked around. Oh. Oh. Right. "So…" I bit my lip. Where the hell is my confidence? I think it's up on my ass, or hiding somewhere bigger. She looked back at me. I can tell she's nervous too. "I'm glad you stopped over at the venue." I tried.

We both smiled. "Me too." Her smile grew, making mine wider. Slowly, I stepped closer and started to lean in. When my face was a breath away from hers, I looked at her lips, then up at her amazing eyes. I'm starting to love violet… She inched closer and I took that as a yes to continue. Any second now Brendon! I closed my eyes, feeling her lips on mine. For once in my life, I felt like I've never been broken.


*


I was staring at the tv. Yes, me, staring, not watching the wonderful cartoons like I used too. I'm somewhere else. Cloud seven is it? Oh wait, I think it's nine? Or wait, wait, clouds and Nine In The Afternoon? What? "Hey Bear." Jon sat beside me on the sofa, and we both smiled. He looks high. "She cried didn't she?" I laughed. He chuckled and patted my back. "And you kissed her." He grinned. I giggled. Jon's still awesome like the first time I met him. We left it at that. He knows anyway. "Cause I'm awesome like that." See?


We'll dream of endless blues and violet skies…