What a Catch! (Panic! At The Disco fanfiction )

Chapter 12- Some People Never Change. Or They Change Too God Damn Much

A/N

This may just be the chapter with the longest title, haha. Literally, it's like a Fall Out Boy Song (Though to be quite honest, the first half is a Young Veins song) I'm honestly overjoyed with all the praise and reads this thing is getting. If you do read a chapter, please comment! I love all of you guys that have been with this story since the beginning and I'm about half way through it now. I might go back and add a prolougue and epilogue once it has finished and of course I'll post the secret chapters.... I'm struggling tor write this chapter to be honest. I keep getting distracted by the Acoustic Panic! Set....

Sarah's POV

1 o clock

2 o clock

3 o clock

4 o clock

God dammit Brendon, where are you?

I'd been waiting up for him ever since I'd gotten home. Not a single phone call, not a single message from any of the boys and I was beginning to worry. It was almost by coincidence that I heard a knock at the door just I stepped up to go to my bedroom. It was drunken knock, muffled noises and slurred words. blurred by the lack of sleep in my mind. Why the hell did I marry this guy? He devoted his life to his vines and the alcohol that came free with the promise of fame. He was deteriorating, and everybody around him could see it. And we all knew that we couldn't stop it.

"Dallon! I told yooo, I'm not dat drunken! I promise you... Hey,you have nice eyes, Dallllllll..." I heard Brendon's voice as I unlocked the door. THUD. His body crashed into mine, lifeless in a drunken state. I raised an amused eyebrow at Dallon and he gave an apologetic shake of the head.

"Sarah, I'm sorry, He was just upset because of Ry- I mean, I guess he just wanted to celebrate.." he shrugged, heavy with the aroma of guilt. I quickly thanked him, dragging Brendon into the house. He has enough to sense to place one foot in front of the other and make his way upstairs (But not without my help of course).

I lay him on the bed, kissing his neck carefully as he shut his eyes. With love and affection, I remove his shirt and jeans and replaced them with a pair of loose bottoms. I decided to lead him shirtless as it was a warm night. I didn't notice he was still awake until his sobs crack the peaceful silence of the entire neighbourhood. I rushed to his side without a second thought,

"Hey! Hey! Brendon! Don't cry! What's wrong?" I said with deep concern. His eyes spill rivers of tear and he sat up in a hunched position. Drunken emotion, of course, but it's never nice to sit and cry alone. He was shaking violently as I run my fingers down his spine. I noticed that he'd lost a lot of weight recently too.

"Sarah, I can't do this.." He sounded shockingly sober, "I love him. It's not you, it's me.. Well it's him... I love him. I should have trusted my instinct and I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry..." He drifted off. He was drunk. That's what it had to be. Yes. Brendon loved me. He married me. Not him. Whoever he was.....

Ryan's POV

Screw it. Screw it all.

Screw everything and everyone

Ever

Just Screw it.

I should have known from the start that this life was some sort of torture.

The fame

The love

The fans

The drugs

All of it.

Torture.

And now I sat alone. In the gutter of some side alley. I stunk of drugs and a caberet bar I don't even remember entering. And now I'm off my head. I couldn't think, talk, see or stand straight. I was past the point of no hangover the next day. I wasn't going to be doing anything. Except, maybe taking a picture of Knots or something. Hockey match maybe?

Who cares?

Who even gives a damn?

Apart from those stupid stay at home fangirls that spend their time writing fanfiction and obssessing over my latest tweet. Who cares but them?

And they mean nothing.

Not really.

Nobody matters.

Maybe I should write some music.

Something about how much life sucks

And how it isn't worth it

And never will be

Ever.

I shut my eyes and I lay on the ground. Staring at the stars as my eyes open

Oh god

I'm drunk

High

Whatever

Lying in the gutter was rather quite comfortable.

If I lay here...

If I just lay here

That'd be a good song

Oh

Wait

It is

It is a good song

But it's not my song

Do I have a song about stars?

I should do...

Hmm...

Pretty Odd

She Had The World

She spun the stars on her fingernails

He had the world

He had me.