I'm Not Complaining That It's Raining (sequel to Aventures)

7- Party Poison

(A.N.: I'm not even sorry about the tittle. Oops. And no, this chapter has nothing to do with MCR, sorry.

Just party poopers.)

I buttoned up my shirt and sighed.

Tonight. Tonight would be awful.

I checked my watch real quick; 6:50. Brendon would be here soon.

I went downstairs and headed to the door, grabbing my shoes. I quickly put them on and waited by the door for Brendon to get here.

A few minutes later, when I heard his footsteps on the porch, my heart skipped a beat.

Even on the darkest times, I still was madly in love with my husband.

Or maybe was I only scared. Or maybe both. The thing was, my heart always kinda melted when I was around him. It's just always been that way. And, trust me, I truly believed this would never change. Even if, for some reason, Brendon and I ended up splitting, I would still always love him. Some feelings just never fade away.

But at the same time, I was terrified. I knew we'd end up arguing again, about the studio thing. And I knew it'd be bad. I hated when arguments lasted more than a day. Normally, we'd fight for, I don't know, a few hours. One day, at the most. Then we'd end up talking things out and having fabulous make up sex and, in the morning, it would all be over.

But this time was different. It had been over a day now, and Brendon hadn't even bothered coming back home to talk. He crashed on the couch hours after I went to bed and was gone way before I even woke up. So yeah, I was nervous as could be.

Brendon softly knocked on the door and I laughed at the irony.

The man had to knock on his own damn door.

I opened the door and greeted him with a weak, fake smile.

"Oh, please. Don't act like you're happy to see me, Ryan."

My smiled instantly faded and, looking at my hands, debated wether I should kiss him or not.

He made it easy on me, politly kissing my cheek. A formal, short kiss.

Polite, not loving.

I smiled weakly and left the house, shutting the door behind me. We walked to his car and, since we had nothing to say, or maybe just because we were scared anything we'd say would end up in a fight, none of us spoke until we reached Pete's house.

"We're here." He mumbled.

As I was about to leave the car, Brendon put a hand on my arm, stopping my movement. I looked up at him expecting, or at least hoping, to see him smile, telling me he understands. Telling me he's sorry. Telling me he shouldn't have.

Needless to say I was wrong.

"Ryan. I wanna have a damn good time tonight. So please, it'd be nice if you didn't look like you wanted to kill me in my sleep. And I know how much you do. Or at least how much you did, yesterday. You don't have to talk to me tonight. But don't make people suspicious." And with that, he left.

Alright then.

I sighed and opened the door, stepping out of the car. Brendon walked in front of me but, as we reached Pete's door, he politely put his hand on the small of my back, knocking on the door.

'Don't make people suspicious', my ass.

Pete happily opened the door and greeted us, first looking at Brendon and I weird, but then just shrugging it off,letting us in. Brendon was smiling, shaking hands, offering beers, hugging people, and I was just there. I faked smiles, I shook a few hands but declined any drinks that were offered to me. I know, what a killjoy.

I should have stayed home, tonight.