EMO BAND IMAGINES || mqddieeee

After 4 years...? || R.Ross

(sorry i just love ryro.)

"I'll think about it, Brendon," Is the last part I hear my boyfriend say to our fellow band mate. The conversation I heard makes me want to die inside.

"What the fuck Ryan!" I burst through the door. "You wanna leave Panic!?"

"(Y/n)! How much did you hear?"

"All of it. You should really check to see if someone's sleeping before you talk about leaving a fucking band. The band that saved me. How we learned to love each other! And you wanna flat out fucking leave?" I spat. I can see that sadness in his eyes from me raising my voice and to be honest, it kinda hurt to see him like that.

"Maybe Jon and I don't wanna make Fever type of music anymore!"

"Jon's leaving too?!" I begin to feel the wetness from tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Look," Ryan takes my hands, "What if you come with me and we can have that life you've always dreamed of?"

"Are you fucking kidding? Why would I leave this band. I was planning on taking this to the next level. The next record, Brendon and I were gonna have solos instead of duets! 4 years an you're done?"

"(Y/n)..."

"Ryan if you're leaving, then I guess we can't be together anymore..." I quickly cover my mouth.

"What? After 4 years (Y/n)?! And you wanna end it all because I want to leave a band? What about all the times I've comforted you when you were sad? How many times have I gotten you McDonalds when you were on your period? How many times have we kissed on stage and the crowd 'Aww'd'. (Y/n), are you for real!? I fucking love you with everything I have!"

I get close to his face, "Apparently you don't love me enough to stay in the band."

"I said I was gonna dance on the idea," he remarks.

"Chose wisely," I warn. "If you really do love me, you'll fucking stay." I walk out of the room and out the front door. No idea where I'm going. All I have is my phone and $200.

(short but eh. how'd you like it? i can make a part two if you want lol)
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