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Randa's RP Journal (justranda) wrote in patdolym_shadow,
@ 2008-11-01 23:03:00

Bonus Points: Team Spencer: Don't Judge a Book By Its Cover
A Story About (Cereal, Someone Else's Jeans) and Love

Jon picked up Brendon’s laptop from the table and let himself fall on one of the couches in the back lounge of the bus. He logged in to his e-mail account, threw every spam mail away and ended up with two unread e-mails. Spencer had told him he needed to check his e-mail, and seeing the first one had ‘interview questions’ as the subject, Spencer had probably wanted him to answer the questions as quickly as possible. It wouldn’t have been the first time he forgot to answer some mailed questions.

Jon,

Please send me the answers to these questions as quickly as possible.

He looked at the questions and sighed. Yeah, no time like the present. He hit the reply button and started typing his answers.

***

What was being in Panic like at first?

It was somewhat awkward. I didn’t really know the others, and they didn’t know me. Brendon talked a lot about nothing, Ryan didn’t say anything, really, and I was a bit scared to talk to Spencer, to be honest. Spencer always had a way of sounding like he didn’t ask something, but rather like he demanded an answer. I felt alone, the first couple of days on the bus. It wasn’t how I had thought it would be. Brendon was stupid, Ryan was moody and Spencer was a bitch.

It started to change after Brendon accidentally put glitter in the cereal.

~~~~~

”Morning.”

“Morning. I made coffee.”

“Thank you. Is there any particular reason the cereal is covered in purple and golden glitter?”

“I think Brendon did it. Don’t know for sure, though.”

“Ah. Yeah. He probably did.”

Spencer sat down at the table, opposite from me. He sipped his coffee in silence, and so did I. I was glad when Ryan entered the kitchen and got himself some coffee, because I still thought Spencer was a little scary.

“Morning.”

“Morning,” Spencer and I answered.

Ryan gave us a look, let himself fall on the bench next to Spencer and grabbed the cereal. He opened the box and frowned.

“Why is there glitter in the cereal?”

“Brendon, probably,” I answered.

Ryan hummed, most likely to let me know he agreed. I wasn’t really sure though, I didn’t always understand Ryan.

Again, we were silent while drinking our coffee. Not much later, Brendon entered the kitchen.

“Hmm.”

I knew by then that meant ‘good morning’. Brendon wasn’t a morning person, he only got normal when he had had some sort of sugar.

“Coffee?” I offered, forgetting that Brendon was the only one who didn’t like coffee.

Brendon just looked at me, got some water and fell down next to me.

“Sorry,” I said, but Brendon waved at me.

“Doesn’t matter.”

He let his head drop onto the table and grabbed for the cereal. After missing it three times, he got it, opened it and groaned when he looked inside.

“I know I shouldn’t have tried to make the box look a bit better.”

I looked at Ryan and Spencer, who just shrugged and sighed. They looked at each other for a while and got up.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Spencer told me, “Ryan’s going to ask if we can stop at the next gas station.”

I nodded, also standing up. I climbed over a nearly passed out Brendon and took the three coffee cups, putting them in the sink on the way to my bunk. While dressing, I heard some talking from the kitchen, and when I got back, Brendon was gone. I walked to the back lounge, and stopped just outside the door. Ryan was sitting on one of the couches, watching some sort of soap on the television. Brendon was sleeping again, with his head in Ryan’s lap.

“Why are you standing in the door opening?” I heard Spencer’s voice behind me.

I just pointed at Ryan and Brendon.

“Yeah, they always do that when Brendon ruins our cereal,” was Spencer’s answer, and he sat down on the other couch.

I raised my eyebrows, shrugged and turned around, walking back to my bunk. I needed my music.

***

When we stopped at the gas station, Spencer got out to get us some cereal. I followed him; I was out of chewing gum.

“You know, if you’d asked me, I would’ve gotten you some chewing gum,” Spencer said, when we were walking back to the bus.

“Hmm,” I nodded, ”But it’s my gum.”

Spencer raised his hand to show me the box of cereal.

“We told Brendon he had to pay for everything edible he ruined. So, this is Brendon’s cereal, really. I could have just bought you some gum too.”

“Hmm,” I nodded again.

We stepped into the bus again and Spencer handed the cereal to Ryan, who put some in a bowl for Brendon.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m his mother,” Ryan sighed, and put the bowl and a spoon in front of Brendon.

“Me too,” Spencer agreed.

“Then Jon can be my father,” Brendon said, already somewhat more awake.

“Isn’t that somewhat impossible?” I asked, “Having two mothers?”

“God knows he needs two,” Ryan said, “I don’t know how his mom did it alone.”

Spencer had been making three bowls of cereal, and gave me and Ryan one each.

“Look,” Brendon said to me, “Spencer is your mommy. Spencer is my grandma!”

I laughed, Ryan smiled and even Spencer couldn’t stop slightly lifting the corners of his mouth.

~~~~~

And that was the moment I realized that maybe I had been wrong about them. Brendon wasn’t stupid. Ryan wasn’t moody. And Spencer wasn’t a bitch. Maybe they’d been just as nervous about being in a band with someone they didn’t really know as I had been.

Did things turn really different when you’d been with Panic for a while?

Yeah, after that incident with the glitter in the cereal, I felt more like I was part of the band. Ryan would sometimes sit with me on the couch while I was listening to music or something, quiet, most of the times, but it were comfortable silences. Brendon would bug me about playing games with him till I gave in. And I think Spencer was glad someone wanted to go grocery shopping with him, because he asked me if I wanted to come with almost every time.

~~~~~

“Jon!”

“I’m coming! Just wait a second,” I yelled back, while I was trying to find a pair of jeans Brendon hadn’t hidden.

Finally finding one of Spencer’s, I shrugged and put them on. They didn’t really fit, but it was only for going to the grocery store.

“I thought those were mine?” Spencer said.

“Brendon’s successfully hidden all our jeans, yours were the only ones I could find,” I told him.

“Ryan! Tell Brendon to stop hiding our jeans!” Spencer shouted to the back of the bus, where Ryan should be.

A giggle followed, and I heard Brendon hide in his bunk. Grabbing Spencer’s wrist, I pulled him from the bus and released him when we were standing on the pavement.

***

I was trying to convince Spencer we really needed cheese when I heard the giggling for the first time. I didn’t really pay any attention to it, because we were in a public place. When we arrived in the candy aisle, I heard it for the fifth time, this time accompanied by whispering.

“Oh my god, those are so Spencer’s jeans.”

“I know right. Do you think they’re together?”

“Oh, totally, I mean, with Ryan and Brendon dating and all, they were bound to become closer.”

“It’s so cute they’re together.”

I looked at Spencer and we tried not to laugh. Sometimes there was nothing more amusing than listening to some fangirls. Spencer grinned mischievously and placed his hand on my lower back, high enough to be innocent, but low enough to make the girls behind us squeal. I leaned in to his ear.

“Don’t you think it’s scary they know which jeans are yours?” I whispered.

Spencer chuckled, “There’s nothing I can do about it, is there? Sure, it’s scary, but there are a lot of fans even scarier.”

He removed his hand from my back and continued on a normal volume.

“Did Brendon want dark or milk?” he questioned, holding up two bars of chocolate.

“I think he wanted milk,” I answered, grabbing his wrist again when he went to put the dark chocolate back again and looking him in the eye, “but I want this one.”

“I think I’m gonna faint,” I heard one of the girls say, and I had to look away from Spencer, otherwise I would start laughing.

I drove the cart around the corner of the shelve and started laughing.

“Some people…” Spencer said, also laughing.

***

“What took you so long?” Brendon asked when we got back.

“We couldn’t remember if you wanted dark chocolate or milk. In the end, we decided to bring both,” I said.

“But I didn’t ask for chocolate,” Brendon said, looking confused when Spencer and I started laughing again.

Ryan just shook his head.

~~~~~

Yeah, things changed.

What did you think about Ryan and Brendon’s relationship?

I think we knew even before they did. It was kind of obvious, really. I mean, even the fans suspected. Brendon would walk up to Ryan in between songs, during songs, just almost all the time. And now I’m only talking about his onstage antics. There also were the things he did when we were offstage, on the bus for example.

Sometimes we would watch a movie, and Brendon always insisted on sitting next to Ryan. Ryan would protest, but Brendon always ended up on the floor, back against the couch, with Ryan on his side, which left Spencer and me sitting next to each other on the couch. During the movie, Brendon would cuddle a little closer to Ryan every ten minutes, so that, in the end, he was practically in Ryan’s lap. Instead of complaining again, Ryan would wrap his arms around Brendon, rest his chin upon Brendon’s head and continue watching.

It wasn’t that much of a surprise to me and Spencer when they got together. It didn’t really change anything. Ryan was a little happier and Brendon was a little quieter. And me and Spencer got closer, but that’s all.

~~~~~

“Jon?”

Looking up, I saw it was Brendon. I took one of my earphones out.

“What?”

“Spencer scared me,” he pouted.

Taking out the other earphone and turning off my iPod, I patted the couch.

“What did he do this time?”

The last time Brendon told me Spencer had scared him, he told me Spencer had threatened to kill him. When I had asked Spencer about it later, he told me Brendon wouldn’t stop singing his stupid Disney songs, and that Spencer had wanted to talk to his mother on the phone, so he had told Brendon he would throw away his Red Bull if he wasn’t quiet. Brendon was known to exaggerate. A lot.

“He said he wanted to talk to me in private. And if that wasn’t scary enough, he started telling me he would hurt me.” Brendon widened his eyes.

“Why would Spencer want to hurt you?” I asked, not in the least surprised.

“I don’t know. When he said he would hurt me I ran away.”

“Which didn’t do any good, because I found you, and I’m going to continue to tell you what I wanted to tell, while Jon’s keeping you from escaping again,” I heard Spencer voice coming from the door opening.

Brendon tried to take off at once, but I was faster and grabbed his wrist, pulling him down to sit on the couch again. Brendon pouted.

“You’re conspiring against me. You’re even going to try to steal Ryan away from me.”

“That’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about,” Spencer told him, “I won’t allow you to hurt Ryan in any way. If you cheat on him, break up with him, try to do something he doesn’t want to do or if you hurt him in any other way, I’ll hurt you. I’ll –“

“Spence,” I cut him off, “That’s enough. You’re scaring Brendon again.”

Brendon was trying to slide from the couch onto the ground, so he could hide. Underneath the couch, most likely. He couldn’t really go anywhere, because I was still holding his wrist. When he realized that, he almost jumped me, held on to my arm and buried his head between my shoulder and the back of the couch.

“Bren, stop it. Spencer is not going to hurt you. He’s just a little protective. Come here, baby.”

Brendon removed his head from behind my shoulder at once when he heard Ryan. He grinned and waved at his boyfriend before standing up from the couch, tugging his arm away from my hand and walking up at Ryan.

“Hi.”

Still grinning, he kissed Ryan’s nose and nuzzled his cheek. Ryan smiled, wrapped an arm around Brendon’s waist and took him to the back of the bus.

I turned to Spencer.

“You really should stop scaring Brendon,” I told him, “He’s afraid to be alone with you, you know.”

“It’s not my fault he scares easily,” Spencer shrugged, sounding a little chagrined.

“No, it’s not, but you could try to remember the next time you want to threaten him.”

“I know,” Spencer sighed, “I just want Ryan to be happy, you know. He’s been hurt enough. He deserves someone who makes him happy.”

“Brendon makes him happy, Spence. You saw them together and you know Ryan’s the only one who always laughs when Brendon does something stupid. They’re in love.”

“Yeah…”

Spencer was looking through the window, watching the trees we drove by. I allowed my thoughts to wander. What kind of boyfriend would Spencer be? He wasn’t the kind of person to want to cuddle the whole day. He would most likely want to be the one that controlled the relationship, but not in a bossy way. Spencer wasn’t a bossy person, like everyone seemed to think he was. He would want to be in control over what happened in the bedroom. And outside of it, if I had my way.

I shook my head. This wasn’t the way my thoughts were supposed to be headed. These were supposed to be objective thoughts on Spencer being a boyfriend. I snorted at myself.

“Are you alright?”

I looked at Spencer, questioningly, “What do you mean?”

“You were shaking your head and snorting.”

“I was thinking of something funny,” I answered.

“You didn’t look amused,” he stated.

“I was.”

“You don’t want to talk about it.” It wasn’t even a question, so I didn’t answer.

Spencer returned to staring out the window, and I continued thinking.

~~~~~

They’re cute together. And because Spencer and I began spending more time together, I started to realize that maybe I was in love with Spencer.

How did you and Spencer get together?

That happened about a year after I joined Panic. Brendon and Ryan had started whispering and pointing whenever Spencer and I were in the room. Every time I asked them about it, they made up some excuse to escape. I was a little scared they’d found out that I loved Spencer and they weren’t okay with it. On the other hand, them not being okay with it would’ve been a little hypocritical, but you never know, right? Then one day, Brendon came up to me.

~~~~~

“Jon?”

“In the kitchen!” Spencer shouted at Brendon.

“No, he’s not,” Brendon shouted back.

I shook my head, opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom.

“Oh, there you are,” I heard Brendon’s voice behind my back, “Hi.”

“Hello,” I smiled.

“I have to talk to you,” Brendon said, looking at Ryan.

“Are you finally going to tell me what you’ve been whispering about the past three weeks?” I asked him, while walking to the kitchen.

“Yeah, Ryan asked me to talk to you, so he could talk to Spencer.”

“Hmm, what does Spencer have to do with it?”

“Well, you’re in love with Spencer,” Brendon said.

“I know,” I answered. There wasn’t really any point in denying it.

“And the best part is, Spencer is in love with you too.”

I looked at him.

“Brendon, that’s impossible.”

“Nah-ah, that’s exactly what Pete said to me when I told him about Patrick,” Brendon told me, “Spencer loves you. At least, that’s what he told Ryan.”

“Wait. Pete and Patrick?”

“Yeah, me and Ryan did that. But that’s not the point; you have to tell Spencer you love him.”

“I won’t,” I said, crossing my arms.

“You will. Or else we will tell him.”

With an un-Brendon-like dark look, he bounced to the back of the bus.

“Oh, Spencer,” he sing-songed, “Jon wants to tell you something. He’s in the kitchen.”

***

“So,” I said, not looking at Spencer, but staring at the floor

“So,” Spencer answered, “What did you want to tell me?”

“I didn’t want to tell you anything. Brendon forced me.”

“Could it be anything like that thing Ryan was telling me about?”

I raised my head.

“If the thing Ryan was telling you about is like the thing Brendon told me about, then yes.”

“Right,” Spencer blushed a little, “I do love you, you know.”

My eyes widened, “You do?”

Spencer nodded and looked at his feet. I shook my head to get rid of the surprise, and put my hand on his cheek. When he looked up, I leaned in.

“Love you too,” I whispered, and pressed a kiss on his lips.

~~~~~

Just like when Brendon and Ryan got together, nothing really changed. Brendon did tell everyone who would hear he got us together, though. Until Ryan dragged him off and didn’t let him out of his bunk for three hours. Spencer and I spent a long time grocery shopping that day.

What’s your relationship like now?

***

Jon sighed and decided he would continue answering the questions later. He saved the unfinished e-mail and clicked back to his inbox. Looking at the other message, he realized that Spencer hadn’t told him to check his e-mail because of the questions. Spencer himself had sent him a mail. Smiling, Jon opened the message.

I love you. Spencer.

Jon laughed and stood up, putting Brendon’s laptop back on the table. He walked to the kitchen, and found Spencer there, making coffee. He wrapped his arms around Spencer’s waist from behind and leaned his chin on Spencer’s shoulder.

“I got your mail,” he said.

“Oh?”

“I love you too.”

Spencer turned around and smiled. And while Jon leaned in to kiss his boyfriend, he couldn’t help but thinking he’d really been wrong about Spencer.

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