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

17- Life Begins Where The Story Ends

(A.N.: last chapter. Dear god. It feels so weird to end this, considering I've been working on Aventures and this for... Almost a year. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed all this. Author's note at the end.)

And there we were. The last moments of this year were about to be spent in a foreign country, far from my mom, my sisters, and everything that was dear to me, expept for my band and family. And I was quite pleased by that.

Spain was a rather beautiful country. Or at least the few streets I had been lucky enough to see were rather beautiful. It was very different from America, and people were so much nicer. I had been in Spain a few times before, all for tour. I wondered if people would remember me. People from the venue, fans, whatever. I was kind of hoping they wouldn't. The man I was the last time I had been here wasn't the man I was today. I had changed in so many ways, my past burried behind me, and my futur shining bright before my eyes. I was truly determined to stop fucking everything up.

A new year was knocking at our door, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to let it come just yet. There were so many things that needed to be cleared, so many things that needed to be done and forgotten with this year, so many things that were left unfinished. But, despite everything that couldn't be acheived in a night, many things had been done this past year. Things that  I was proud of, things that I wasn't so proud of, things that seemed almost impossible when I first looked at them, but I made it anyway. I was glad to say that, in the end, I had made it alive. I was breathing, I had an amazing husband, a kick-ass band, idiotic bastards for friends, and a growing family of fans. I was probably the luckiest man alive, and wasn't ashamed to show it.

It was raining in Spain, and it's apparently always like that in January. I wondered if I should call my mom to wish her happy new years, but decided not to. Things were good as they were now. I was happy. Leave the past where it belongs.

Brendon was dancing with Spencer and Jon, in this exclusive Spanish club, and I was looking at him, smiling. I had made it. We had made it. Another year behind me, a brand new one waiting for me. It felt good, knowing that, even though it was the end of something pretty great, it was the beggining of something even greater. Our life didn't stop here. This was just the beggining.

I made eye contact with Brendon as he was dancing, and smiled. It had been a while since I had smiled so genuinely. I think Brendon knew that, and he smiled right back. He was standing completely still in the middle of the dancefloor, sweaty men and women jumping and dancing around him. He smiled, with that smile that gets right to your heart, and waved happily.

I waived back, slowlier and calmlier, and nodded at the door, inviting Brendon outside. Even though he was feet away from me, he easily got my invitation and, after excusing himself to Jon and Spencer, walked behind me to the front door.

I leaned against the brick wall, taking a cigarette ouf of my pocket before lighting it. It was cold in Spain. Not cold enough for snow, but colder than Vegas, for sure. Cold enough to make my fingers a little numb. It felt different, but I could get used to it. Yeah, I totally could do that.

A few seconds later, Brendon came out, shoving his hands in his pockets. He looked around, probably looking for me, before finally noticing my presence a few feet beside him. He smirked and walked to where I was standing. He leaned againt the wall beside me, and took the cigarette from my hand, before taking a drag. Smoke slowly escaped his lips a few seconds later, his figers moving on the stick to pass it back to me. "Hey."

"Hey." My voice was hoarse, due to the lack of use and the cold outside. The rain was falling pretty heavily at that point, but it was rather peaceful. As a kid, I would find peace in rainy days, old Rock and Roll records and acoustic guitars. I never considered myself as normal, but ever since I had gotten with Brendon, he had made me feel the closest to normal I had evert felt in my entire life. I don't think I could ever tell him how grateful I was that he did.