Rocked to Sleep -Rydon (Panic! At The Disco)

Avoidance and Annoyance

-Brendon's POV-

With that comment I got up and left. It was right before I closed the door to the music room that I realised we weren't alone. Everyone in class had been watching our 'little war'.

Embarrassing much?

Anyway, I heard laughter as I walked away. I wonder what that was? I'm pretty sure I'll be questioned about Ryan and my little... Spat.

Well. FUCK.

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-Ryan's POV-

When Brendon left I realised everyone was staring at us.

"And that, ladies and gentleman, is how we shall begin our careers as professionally HORRIBLE actors." I took a bow and everyone laughed. Then I raced away.

~~~

God this homework was frustrating the FUCK outta me. Steve was busy off eating the face off some girl and I was stuck doing homework. I was never that smart. I'm only in college for the music.

Anyway, back to the present. I'm stuck doing some random report on whatever interests me. So of course, being me, I decided to write a song.

"It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street.

Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing

Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.

The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde,

And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.

Along with the people inside

What a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin

Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie

She's getting a job at the firm come Monday.

The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney

moonlighting aside, she really needs his money.

Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy.

Yeah (Yeah)

And not to mention, the constable, and his proposition, for that "virgin"

Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business"

as he said to the Mrs. Well, only hours before,

after he had left, she was fixing her face in a compact.

There was a terrible crash (There was a terrible crash)

Between her and the badge

She spilled her purse and her bag, and held a "purse" of a different kind.

Along with the people inside

What a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses.

It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses

At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains

And a few more of your least favorite things.

Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses

It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses

At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains

And a few more of your least favorite things.

Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses

It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses

At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains

And a few more of your least favorite things.

Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses

And sleeping with the roaches and they taking best guesses

At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains

And a few more of your least favorite things."

God the teachers will love this. I chuckled silently and Steve's head popped up from behind the door.

"What's goin' on?"

"Just making the teachers suffer."

He held his thumbs up and the next sounds I hear are moans and groans coming from the bedroom.

Great. Just. Great.

-Brendon's POV-

Before I knocked on the door to Ryan's room, I couldn't help but put my ear to the door.

"Along with the people inside

What a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

There are no-" The door opened inwards and I fell inside landing face first into the cheep carpet the lined the floor. Looking up, I saw Ryan's girly tear-stained face, lined with hatred.

"What are you doing here?" He growled at me.

"I wanted to see you."

"And why would YOU want to see ME? YOU with your famous friends. ME with no friends but Steve. YOU with your fancy music. ME with my failure songs. YOU with a loving family. ME with my abusing dad."

WoW.

-Ryan's POV-

I couldn't stop myself. Brendon just made me feel so... Argh! But that was a mistake, mentioning my father. He stood up and looked at me in the eye.

"Ryan," he said, solemnly, "show me your arms." Fuck. Fuck. Fuckety Fuck Fuck FUCK.

So I rolled back my sleeves and he ran off.