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

12- Twelve Strings

(A.N.: why, hello my friends. How are you all? I missed you. I wanted to apologize for the delay, like really. I am now done with school (finally) and now that it's summer, I'm going to have a lot more time to write and read all your fab stories! As I said before, I have two other fics coming, but I think I'll finish this one before. Also, I'm Not Complaining That It's Raining won't be nearly as long as Aventures was. Just because I don't have as much material as I did for Aventures. And no, there won't be any other sequel to this. I plan on writing about seven or eight more chapters before the end. Maximum. So yeah, that's pretty much it. Again, thank you for being so patient with me and my lack of regular updates. Enjoy this xxxxx)

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The album was turning pretty great. We were all working our ass off to get it done well and in time, and we were all really happy with what we had so far.

I had spent a lot more time with Brendon. I mean, when we were in the studio, which was pretty much 90% of the time, we were together, obviously, but also outside the studio. We got alot closer within the weeks after our fight, and I was glad. The tour would be announced any time today or tomorrow, and I was just really happy that Bren and I weren't pissed off at each other anymore.

Because going on tour with a guy you don't talk to really fucking sucks.

Brendon and I were sitting on the couch, me reading a book and him drinking a beer. His feet were resting on my lap, and my hand was lazily laying on his knee, rubbing his skin softly.

My breath was steady and calm, as his hand was resting on mine. At that very moment, I was kind of really happy. I think Brendon was happy too. Or at least he looked happy. And peaceful, too. He slowly drank his beer, tracing invisible designs on my hand, smiling at me here and there.

Until the phone rang. That, kind of runed it.

I sighed and grabbed my phone, answering with a small, "hello?"

"Tour announced. Computer. Now."

And he hung up.

Wow, Jonathan Walker always knew how to have a conversation on the phone. Bravo to him.

"Who was it?" Brendon asked.

"Jon. Apparently, the tour's announced. Let's go."

He smiled and jumped off the couch, hurrying to the computer. He sat in front and I stood behind him, impatient to see what was going to happen. Dates. Cities. Everything was important.

Brendon read out loud, "Panic! At The Disco announced their newest tour, The Twelve Strings Tour, this morning. Europe, brace yourself! Tour dates and info below."

I then read the cities we'd be visiting. Paris, Rome, Venise, London, Compenhagen, Madrid, and tons of others. (A.N.: excuse my lack of knowledge in europeen cities.)

Twenty-five shows. Twelve countries. One and a half month. This tour was going to be huge.

"Fuck, Ry, look at the dates."

"Wha- god damnit. Who set those?"

"Managers. Fuck them."

I sighed. In July, they told us the tour would be ten months from then, which brought us to April. On the website, the first date of the tour, in Madrid, was on January 2nd. Everyone hated touring in winter. It's cold, Brendon gets sick, the fans have to wait outside in the cold for hours, it just plain sucks.

My phone rang again, but this time I didn't even bother with the formalities. "Walker, what the fuck is this?"

"I don't know! The managers called me saying the tour had been announced, so I thought 'far out!', and went to check the dates and I saw it started in January?"

"January second."

"Exactly. And I think it was supposed to start in April, yeah?"

"Precisely."

"Well, yeah. So I called our manager and he said the fans would be happier and would buy more tickets if the tour were earlier. So here we are."

I sighed. "He can suck my dick."

Brendon laughed and I punched him on the shoulder.

"But Jon, that means we'll have to leave-"

"-right after Christmas, yeah."

"Fuck."

I rubbed my eyes, trying to figure out any possible way we could change the dates. Didn't work.

"I guess we'll just deal with it. It's not like there was any other option."

"I know. Still sucks."

"I know," he said. "Tell Brendon. You two take some time together. In a few months we'll be the four of us stuck in a tiny bus. Enjoy today my friend."

"Of course. Thanks, Jon. For, you know, letting me know."

"Anytime. See you, man."

"Bye."

I hung up and looked at Brendon.

"This is bad."