I'm Different, and I Like It.

Sorry I haevn't been around.

Life is just very stressful.

I haven't exactly wanted to come back, I don't know why.

But not I am and I'l continue posting my story.

I've become completely obsessed with Mibba.com

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Sorry for being away I'll make it up to you =]

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~Minnie

            It was the next day of the video shoot, and Panic went straight to hair and makeup. After that they went to wardrobe and got everything on, then headed out to the set. Ryan still hadn't seen Jess everywhere, and was worried. The guy on the phone sounded very angry with her, he doubted it was a family emergency. Ryan thought that the guy on the phone was hitting her. He'd hate to see Jess hurt more. But he couldn't imagine letting someone do that to her.

            Ryan emerged from wardrobe and saw Jess, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened. Jess' bottom lip was swollen, she had a black eye which she tried to cover with makeup, and fresh bruises on her neck. Ryan walked over to her.

            "Jess, Jess what happened?" Ryan asked concerned.

            "Oh, I tripped down the stairs." She said with a chuckle.

            "That's not what it looks like from here."

            Jess' eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"

            "I mean, it looks more like someone hit you." He said softly.

            "Well, no one did. I tripped over my own feet and fell down the stairs." She said reassuringly. Ryan didn't believe a word of it, but he decided not to push the subject, afraid she would pull back completely. "Come on, I wanna start, go get the guys."

            For the rest of the day they ran through the video dozens of times, and by seven pm, everyone was tired. So they decided to pick things up the next day.

            Ryan was extremely worried about Jess, she was being abused, he was sure of it. When he mentioned that it looked different from where he was standing, her eyes iced over. Ryan himself was abused, so he recognized the signs. He needed to have a talk with Jess, though it wasn't his place, Jess needed help.

 

            It was the last day of shooting the video. After getting ready for the shoot Panic headed out to the set. Ryan saw Jess right away. She was wearing a black Kitsun hoodie that was a size to big for her, and had her sunglasses on. Jess yelled for the guys to do what they were supposed to do, so they all went to their places. It took them five more hours to finish the video, but soon enough they were done.

            "Alright! Good job everyone! We're done!" Jess yelled as the cast and crew clapped. 

            Then everyone started packing up. Panic got dressed back into their clothes. Ryan came back out and Jess was about to get into her car.

            "Jess!" He called after her. Jess looked over at Ryan and saw him running towards her.  "Jess, are you okay?"

            "I'm fine, Ryan." She said as she forced a smile on her face, though it hurt to because of  her swollen lip

            "Then why don't you tell me where you really got those bruises?"

            "What? Ryan, I told you I fell down my stairs."

            "And you expect me to believe that? Jess, I'm not stupid, who's hitting you?"

            Jess' mouth dropped. "What? Ryan, no one is hitting me!"

            "That's a lie! That black eye doesn't look like it came from falling down your stairs, neither do those bruises on your neck! Someone beat you!"

            "No! No one is hitting me! Just leave me alone, Ryan!" Jess tried to get in her car quickly, but a sharp pain ripped through her stomach and she yelped out.

            "Jess, Jess are you okay?"

            "I'm fine." She said as she grabbed her stomach. She felt another pain and almost fell to the floor, but Ryan caught her.

            "No, you're not. I'm taking you to the hospital."

            "I'm fine Ryan, it's just my stomach." She said, feeling weak.

            "Let me see your stomach."

            "What?"

            "Let me see it!"

            "No!"

            Ryan growled and lifted her top up, revealing  large bruises on her stomach, and something pointing out of her skin where her ribs were. Jess felt as if a cement truck was on top of her and her legs buckled and everything went black.

 

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OMG!!! She totally just passed out!

Okay guys, thank you for the comments.

And for the notes.

Sorry I haven't replied back, my cpu is banana bonkers!

1.What'd you think??

2.Omg she passed out!!

3.Isn't it cute how Ryan cares so much??

4.Let's aim for seven comments, I shall be holding the next chapter HOSTAGE!

~Minnie

            They had last seen Jess a week ago, but had kept contact with her. She told them that she already had everything she needed for the video. She found the location and it was already paid for three days of use, had gotten all of the wardrobe, the extras, and props. They were surprised that Jess had gotten so much done in a week, they could tell she really cared about making a great video. Panic had just arrived at the set, and were in awe. Everything was bright and colorful, and their were people everywhere.

            Ryan looked around for Jess and spotted her on a ladder hanging up some decorations. He saw she didn't wear her sunglasses, but the bruise wasn't as vivid, Ryan could see that her eyes were a pale blue. She wore faded jeans blue jeans that were ripped at the knees. She wore a white shirt and had her hair up in a ponytail. Jess stepped off the ladder and started walking towards the cameramen when she spotted Ryan. He was staring at her, and even though she was staring back at him he kept his eyes on hers and didn't divert them.

            Jess didn't deny that she found Ryan attractive, she felt a little awkward around him sometimes, but at the same time, she felt an ease. Though she didn't show any signs of nervousness, she was. She got butterflies in her stomach whenever they talked, and when she had seen him for the first time, her knees almost gave out. She was just glad that her nerves never got the best of her. Jess smiled at him and gave him a small wave, and he waved back. She went to the cameramen and told them what angles she wanted them to shoot from. Then she went over to the band.

            "Hey boys, so what do you think?" She asked them.

            "This looks awesome." Jon said.

            "Yeah, it really does." Spencer said agreeing.

            "Yeah, this video is gonna look awesome." Brendon said.

            "Man, we sure are glad you're the director." Ryan said.

            "Flattery will get you nowhere boys." She said smiling.

            "But as long as it makes you smile, it's good enough for me." Ryan said.

            That made Jess' smile even bigger and she could feel herself turn pink. "Um, how about I run through what I want you guys to do?"

            "Okie pokie." Brendon said.

            For the next hour Jess told them what they would be doing, and how they would be doing it. They'd basically be leading a parade and they'd be in, what Jess called it, body suits, they used the word long-john's. And they'd be wearing fake mustaches. It sounded a little off the wall, but that's what they all loved about it. After Jess finished telling them what was going to happen she sent them over to hair and makeup then to wardrobe. After the guys got finished with everything they headed out back to the set. Jess saw the boys and smiled, trying to stifle back laughter, they looked ridiculous. She walked over to them grinning.

            "You look great." She said as honestly as she could.

            "Yeah, sure we do." Spencer said sarcastically.

            "Do you have a grudge against us or something?" Brendon asked.           

            "Guys, come on, don't be such babies." She said.

            "Let's get this over with, I'm extremely uncomfortable being out here with this on." Ryan said.

            "Alright, guys grab your instruments, Brendon grab your blow horn. Just be up front and start singing into it. Just do your thing when the playback starts, just lead the parade."

            "Aye aye captain!" Jon said saluting her.

            Jess laughed. "Let's get this video started."

            For the next two hours Panic had gone through a rough run thru of the video. They doubted they had any footage that could be used for the video. The boys had just gotten out of their clothes for the video and headed back out to see Jess. Ryan was the first one out to see Jess. He spotted her fixing some decorations.

            "Hey you." Ryan said, catching Jess' attention.

            "Hey." She said smiling.

            "So, what do you think of the video so far?" Jess asked as she faced him.

            "I like it, I can't wait until it's done, it's gonna look great." 

            "I sure hope so, but if it doesn't don't hate me." She said with a light chuckle.

            "I could never." Ryan said smiling.

            "Ryan!" Ryan turned around towards the voice and saw Brendon jogging up to him.

            "Come on, we wanna go out for dinner."

            "Okay, just give me a sec." He said motioning to Jess with his eyes.

            "Why don't you come along Jess? I know we'd all like to know a little more about our director." Brendon said with a smile.

            "Oh, I don't know guys, I don't wanna intrude."

            "Oh come on Jess, it'll be fun, please?" Ryan said smiling.

            How could she resist that boyish smile of his? "Um, okay."

 

            The boys decided that they wanted pizza, so they went to a local place and ordered two pies of cheese pizza.

            "So Jess, why did you want to be a director?" Spencer asked.

            "I actually never wanted to be a director."

            "Really? Why not?" Jon asked.

            "I had always liked working in front of the camera."

            "That's awesome. Were you a model?" Brendon asked.

            "No, an actress. Just a few commercials and a small part in a movie."

            "That's pretty cool, but then why did you become a director?" Ryan asked.

            "Well, I was working behind the scenes one day with the director, and he let me take over for a little bit; and surprisingly I had more fun directing then acting." She said as she took a bite of her pizza.

            "That's pretty awesome." Said Spencer. "So how old are you?"

            "Twenty-three."

            "Where you from?" Jon asked.

            "Springfield, Tennessee. I'm from a small town, unlike you guys."

            "Hey, we grew up in the suburbs." Brendon said.

            "Still a big city." Jess said smiling.

            For the rest of the night they talked getting to know each other. Especially Ryan and Jess. They kept talking to each other non stop. When Ryan glanced down towards her neck he noticed she had bruises on them. No, they weren't hickies, Ryan could tell the difference.

            "Jess, why do you have bruises on your neck?" He asked softly.

            Jess's smile froze on her face, then she frowned slightly. "Oh um, nothing. It was just an accident." She said.

            "It looks like hands were wrapped around your throat."

            "Well, you see-" Jess was interrupted by her cell phone ringing. "Hold on." She said to Ryan. "Hello?" She said into her phone. Ryan could hear a man yelling from the other line.

            "Oh no, I'm so sorry, I, I didn't realize how late it was." The man was still yelling, and Ryan could hear him ask where she was.

            "I'm at the shoot, we're going over some details." She gave Ryan and the guys, who were now listening in, a worried look. "Okay, I'm sorry, I'm on my way." She said as she hung up.

            "Uh, sorry, but I have to get going. Family emergency." She said as she stood up. "Thanks for a great night guys, I really appreciate it." She said sincerely.

            "Anytime." Brendon said

            "Bye." She said, then ran out the door.

 

 

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Hey guys! Sorry it took so long o get this out, juss been busy lately. School is almost out thank god. I'll be a senior! WOOT!

1.What'd you think?

2. Who do you think was on the phone with Jess?

3. Until I get at least five comments on this post, I won't post the next chapter. That's right, this story has juss been taken hostage.

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Liz! UPDATE!!

            "Guys, we seriously need to find a director." Brendon said as he flopped down on the couch of their cabin.

            "Yeah, I know. But if someone hadn't turned down every other director who offered, we wouldn't be in this mess." Jon said as he looked over at Ryan.

            "Hey, it just didn't feel right." Ryan said in his defense.

            "Yeah but still, they had some great ideas, especially Shane." Spencer said.

            "I know but, I just wanna do something different, something new. The directors all had the same simplistic idea in mind, I want something fresh." Ryan said as he sat down next to Brendon on the couch.

            "Well, their is this new director out there, I think his name is Jess Samuels. He's never directed a video before and from what I heard he needs something to direct." Jon said.

            "We should give him a call." Brendon said.

            "Uh, guys, we don't have his number." Spencer said.

            "Oh yeah." Jon said. "Wait, I can get it from Pete, that guy has everyone's number."

            "Sweet, let's check this guy out and if we like his concept we'll run with it." Brendon said.

 

            Pete had called the boys of Panic and told them that Jess would like to meet them and discuss everything. They decided on Panic's cabin, they didn't really wanna be seen in the public, obviously. So on Wednesday afternoon they waited for Jess to show. At three thirty their was a knock at the door. Ryan got up from his spot on the couch and went over to the door and opened it.

            In front of him stood a girl, well, a woman. She was of average height, had black hair with blue streaks and her side bangs were also blue. She was slender, and wore black skater shoes with black jeans, a green tank top and black jacket. She had sunglasses on shielding her eyes. Ryan stood there in the doorway, annoyed.

            "Look, we're not gonna sign anything and we'd really appreciate it if you left and told no one where we're living." Ryan was about to close the door on her until she placed her foot in between the door and the frame.

            "You're mistaken, I'm not a fan. I'm Jess Samuels, the director." Jess said smiling.

            Ryan mentally slapped himself. "Oh! Oh jeez, I'm sorry. I just, well we thought that Jess Samuels was a guy." Ryan said as he opened the door to let her in.

            "It's okay, it actually happens a lot." She said chuckling lightly as Ryan closed the door.

            "Ryan, is Jess here?" Ryan heard Brendon yell from up his room.

            "Yeah!" He yelled back. The rest of Panic headed towards the living room and saw that Jess was a girl, but none of them said anything.

            "Hi, I'm Brendon."

            "I'm Spencer."

            "I'm Jon."

            "And I'm Ryan." He said smiling.

            "And obviously I'm Jess." She said smiling.

            "So uh, should we get down to business?" Asked Spencer.

            "Right away." Jess said.

            They all got comfortable and Jess stated what she had in mind for the video. Ryan had to admit, he was impressed. Her idea for the video was pretty good and original, which he liked a lot. An hour later they all finished discussing the video. They had chosen her to direct it, and they were all happy with that decision.

            "Thank you guys so much. I'll keep in touch and get everything set up." Jess said smiling. Ryan noticed that she still had her sunglasses on.

            "Jess, why didn't you take off your shades?" Ryan asked.

            "Oh, its just that I have a bruise, an I don't really want you guys to see it; it wouldn't really make a good impression."

            "Well, we don't mind; how'd you get it?" Brendon asked.

            "Oh, well, it was the middle of the night and I had to use the bathroom, and as I was walking I ran into a wall." She said chuckling lightly.

            "Ouch." Jon said.

            "Yeah, hurt like hell."

            "It must've." Spencer said.

            Ryan took a good look at her, though he'd only known her for an hour, she struck him as the type who always kept her eyes opened.

            "Well, it was nice meeting you all, but I should get going."

            "I'll walk you out." Ryan said.

            Jess smiled. "Thanks." Ryan and Jess both walked to the door and Ryan opened it. "Bye Ryan." She said smiling.

            "Bye." He said.

 

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Sorrry for the wait guys! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter of this beautific tale. Lol. I know the first chapter wasn't all that great but hey, this is gonna take some time and everything needs to build up.

1. What'd you think?

2. Any predictions?

3. I missed you guys!

Comment and buzz or you shall feel the wrath of a fuzzy slipper!

~Minnie

Its been months, and I'm so sorry.
I've been really busy and lots of happened, but let's not get into it.
I will be posting this week.
And it will be my Ryan Ross story.
I hope you enjoy and read it.
Once again, I'm sorry for flaking.
~Minnie

HEY!

It's been forever!

Goodness, sorry for the long wait.

Been super busy since I've gotten back.

Okay so anyways!

Who shoulod my next fanfic be about?

I have a Ryan Ross ready, a Pete Wentz, and an almost finished Brendon Urie, and an alsomost finished Alex Gaskarth.

I don't know who to choose!

Put who you would like in your comment.

And I'm sorry if I don't get to everyone's fic and messages and whatnot.

I'm just pressed for time.

Musical practice is a killer.

But I will try and make time for posts.

COMMENT!

                It’s been a year. It was exactly one year ago Liz had been kidnapped. It was exactly one year ago when Liz died in the hospital. They said that she’d lost too much blood from the wound. Ron had cut into one of her major arteries and she also had internal bleeding, they couldn’t save her, no matter how hard they tried.

            Brendon had never been the same again. He’d lost the love of his life. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t go on like nothing had happened. Every time he’d try to do something he’d get these pains in his stomach, because he knew Liz would never be able to live her life.

            It was his fault. He should’ve been more watchful of her. He should’ve been with her! He would never be able to get over her. How could he? She was the best person he’d ever met.

            Brendon hadn’t done anything with the band for awhile. They had stopped touring and were taking a long break. Brendon didn’t even want to be in the band anymore, what was the point? Their wasn’t one.

            Brendon had just gotten back from visiting Liz’s grave. Brendon went to his bedroom and sat down on his bed. He looked over at his nightstand and looked at the sleeping pills the doctor had given him. He took the bottle in his hand and held it. He got up and went to his kitchen. He took out a cup and put some water in it. He took out the pills and poured them out in his hand. One by one he swallowed each of them.

            A few minutes later he felt the effects and fell to the floor of his kitchen. His eyes were getting heavier by the second. I’ll see you soon Liz.

           

Las Vegas Inquirer

            Today is a very sad day indeed. Yesterday at approximately eleven in the morning, the body of front man, Brendon Urie of Panic At The Disco, was found dead in his Las Vegas home. Ryan Ross, the bands guitarist, came to visit Urie at his home, where he found his body on the kitchen floor. Upon seeing this Ross called the police. Within four minutes the police and paramedics were on the scene. Urie was pronounced dead at the scene at approximately eleven in the morning. Urie was said to of been on sleeping pills  ever since the murder of his girlfriend, Liz Palmer, last year; from which she’d been stabbed by one of Panic’s roadies after he’d kidnapped her.

            “We are lead to believe that Mr. Urie killed himself by overdosing on sleeping pills,” Says officer Watkins. “His girlfriend was killed last year this very day, I guess it was all too much for him to handle.”

            This is an unfortunate event that has rocked the community back on its heels. We give our condolences to the friends and family of Brendon Urie. This is a day of mourning for all who cared about the rock singer, things will never be the same without this young man’s face walking down our very streets.

                                                            ~Minnuet Morales

 

 

 

 

 ******Okay guys that it! Thats the end! I hope you guys liked it and I really hope you stick around for the next fic. It might be Ryan Ross or Pete Wentz, I haven't decided yet.

1.What'd you think of this chaoter?

2. Did it make you cry? Coz I almost did when I was writing it.

3.Will you rea my next fic?

4. Comments and uzzes are nice.

Peace signs and love parades!!

~Minnie                                          

 

                Everyone on the tour was fully aware of the situation now. Brendon had called the police and they had come. They had to postpone the show due to this. The police said that they could be able to track Ron down by his cell phone. Every cell phone has a GPS track on it, and as long as the phone is on, it can be traced to a specific location.

            “We’ll need backup, this guy is dangerous, and we don’t know what he’s done to her so we have to be careful.” Said one of the detectives.

            “I’m coming.” Brendon said.

            “No, we can’t have anymore civilians at risk.”   

            “I don’t care what happens to me. When Liz gets out of there the first person she’s gonna wanna see is me.”

            The detective gave him a stern look. “Fine, just stay out of the way.”

 

            Liz was still laying down on the bed, her wrists still bound. Ron was sitting in the chair with a knife in his hand.

            “Ron, why are you doing this?” She asked him softly.

            Ron was silent a moment before he answered. “Ever since I saw you at the club I had to have you. I followed you everywhere. Then when I found out you were going to get back together with Brendon I was furious. I knew I had to get you back. And now I finally have you.”

            He got up and sat next to her on the bed. He ran a hand down her cheek. Liz fought the urge to shudder.

            “You’re so beautiful.” He murmured, more to himself then to her. He put his hand under her shirt and started to touch her stomach.

            “No.” She whispered.

            Ron looked back up at her. “It won’t hurt, I’ll be careful.” He slowly moved his hand up and started feeling her chest. Liz shut her eyes, trying to stop the tears from coming down. Liz felt him go down to the button of her jeans.

            “Please don’t do this, please.” Liz said as the tears started to come down.

            “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.” Ron said smirking.

            “Stop.” Liz couldn’t get her voice over a whisper.

            It was then she heard people break through the door. Ron immediately took hold of his knife and held it to Liz’s neck. The cops came in with their guns pointing at Ron. Then Brendon came in. Liz looked over at him helplessly.

            “Let her go Ron.” Said one of the cops.

            “I don’t think so, we’re having a lot of fun, you should join in on the fun. How bout you Brendon, wanna have some fun?” He said smirking.   

            “Let her go Ron, let’s talk.” Brendon said.

            “No, I’m tired of talking. You don’t deserve Liz Brendon, you can have any girl in the world, Liz belongs to me, and me only. If I can’t have her, no one will.”

            It all happened so quickly. Ron raised his hand with the knife in it, and plunged it into Liz. The cops fired their guns at him too late, by the time he’d been shot Liz was already bleeding on the bed. Brendon ran over to Liz.

            “Liz, Liz you’re gonna be okay, you’re gonna be fine.” Brendon said as tears streamed down his face.

            Liz’s eyes were barely open and her breathing was shallow. “I love you Brendon.”

            “Don’t talk like that! You’re gonna be fine.” Brendon said urgently, with tears threatening to come down.

            The paramedics had finally gotten Liz’s wrists out of the ropes and were putting her on the stretcher. Brendon followed them into the ambulance and got in. Liz’s eyes had closed and they were putting needles into her.

            “We’re losing her!” The started to try and bring her back. A few moments later she was back, and they arrived at the hospital. They all got out, including Brendon and went inside the hospital.

            “Sir, you have to stay back.” Said a doctor.

            “That’s my girlfriend! I’m not leaving her!”

            “Sir, if you want her to stay alive you have to let the doctors do their job.”

            “Fuck!” Brendon turned away from her and punched the wall. She was gonna be okay, she had to be.

 

 

*I;m posting everything right now. I leave in like an hour but I wanted to get this up before I left.

1. Omg!!!! What do you think is going to happen??!!

2. Are you scared for her?

3.Comment and buzz please.

~Minnie

 

            He’d tied her wrists to the bedposts. He had driven up to a log cabin in the middle of the woods, and forced her inside. That was when he pushed her into the bedroom. He had told her to go on the bed. Then he told her to lay down and he tied her to the bedposts. It’d been almost two hours since she’d been forced to leave with Ron, and she knew that everyone must’ve been going crazy and looking for her.

           

            Once Brendon had saw Liz wasn’t in her bunk he immediately went looking for her. He’d looked around the venue and asked random people if they’d seen her, but they hadn’t. He had called her a dozen times, but she never picked up. Something was wrong, he knew that her stalker must’ve gotten to her.

            Brendon went up to some of the roadies and asked them if they’d seen Liz.

            “Yeah, she was here about an hour ago, she asked if she could help out and I sent her over to the vans to help. Then I saw her and Ron bring in an amp and that was the last time I saw her. And, well,”

            “What is it?” Brendon asked.

            “I haven’t seen Ron either.”

            Brendon put it all together. If she was seen with Ron last, and Ron was missing to; was Ron the one who’d taken her?

            “Do you have his number?”

            “Yeah.” He gave Brendon Ron’s number. Brendon went outside of the venue and called Ron.

 

            Ron was heading towards Liz when his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and smirked.

            “Hey Liz, it’s your boyfriend.” Ron said chuckling. Ron picked up the phone. “Hey Brendon.”

            “Ron, do you know where Liz is?”

            “I might.” He said smirking.

            “Tell me where she is.” Brendon said angrily.

            “Come on Brendon, let’s be civilized. Don’t be so angry, she’s perfectly fine. Talk to her.” Ron held the phone to Liz’s ear.

            “Brendon?” She said softly.

            “Liz, Liz has he hurt you?”

            “No, I’m fine.” She said on the verge of tears.

            Ron took the phone back. “See she’s fine,” Ron ran a hand through Liz’s hair. “But that can all change real soon.” He said as he wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled it back. Liz screamed out in pain.

            “Don’t you dare touch her!”

            “Why not? It’s been hard enough keeping my hands off of her this long.” Ron ran his hand along Liz’s side. Liz started to whimper. “She’s already tied up to the bedposts, I could do whatever I wanted to her.” He said as he started to kiss her neck.

            “Stay the fuck away from her!”

            “I don’t think I will, bye Brendon.”

 

***OMG!!!! DRAMATIC AND SHIT!!!! lol. Okay, so I know this was short, but this double post should make up for it. I have two chapters lefty and I wil try and post tomorrow night. ecause in p.r. i dnt think i can get to a cpu.

1.whatd you think?

2. know any good fics?

3.comment and buzz?

~Minnie

            Liz had convinced Brendon not to get her a bodyguard, she wouldn't let this guy win. This "stalker" wanted to make her afraid, to fear for her life, and she wouldn't show any fear, not to him. He was not going to control her life, she made her own decisions and chose her own path. She wouldn't let this guy change anything for her.

            Brendon was another story. He was extremely worried about her. He didn't anything to happen to her, she had just came back into her life, he didn't want to lose her. He tried convincing Liz to have a bodyguard, but she wouldn't have any of it. Brendon just wanted her to be safe, he didn't care what the costs were of that. He just didn't want anything, or anyone to harm her.

            Liz had been making sure that she was always with a group of people and that she was never alone. In a sense, the crowds were her bodyguards, she knew that this guy wouldn't try anything in a crowd of people. It'd been two days since that incident, and she was glad nothing had really happened since then, but she still got those feelings. Just because she didn't see him in plain view, didn't mean he wasn't around. She knew he was, she always got that vibe, and it sent a shudder down her spine.

            Today she woke up before everyone else. She got up and got changed into jeans and a blue t-shirt. She put on her sneakers and headed towards the front of the bus. She looked through the blinds and saw some roadies outside. She decided to go out and help them out. She left the tour bus and headed towards them.

            "Hey guys, need some help?" Liz asked them politely.

            "Yeah, just go over to the van, some of the guys are over there taking some things out." Said one of them.

            "Okay." Liz walked over to the vans and saw everyone getting out speakers and amps and whatnot. Liz headed to the last van where she saw Ron, a roadie, opening the back of the van. "Hey Ron, want some help?"

            "Yeah sure." He said smiling. Ron was an attractive guy. He had blonde hair and was almost six feet tall. He had hazel eyes and had some muscle on him. He was a nice guy and was always helping other people. "Hey, I heard that you've got some stalker dude after you." Ron said as they took out an amp.

            "Sort of, I don't know what that creeps deal is."

            "Is Brendon getting you a bodyguard?"

            "I told him I didn't one. I won't change my life for the guy."

            They picked up the amp together and carried it inside the venue. Once they put it over there they walked back to the van talking.

            "Well, that's good, you can't let him ruin your life."

            "My thoughts exactly."

            "So, have you ever caught a glimpse of the guy?"

            "No, he always attacked me when I was looking away from him."

            "Are you afraid?" He asked softly.

            "Yes and no. Just knowing this guy is watching me freaks me out, but I'm not entirely afraid of him." Liz noticed that they had walked away from everyone, including the busses and vans.

            "You should be completely afraid of him." Ron said.

            Liz looked back at him confused. "Why?"

            "This guy knows what you're doing every second of everyday. He knows what you're doing at this moment exactly."

            Liz took a defensive step backwards. "Ron, wh-what are you saying?"

            Ron stepped forward and put his hands firmly on her shoulders, his nails digging into her skin. "You know exactly what I mean Liz." He said.

            Liz's eyes widened. She tired to free herself from his grip but he was too strong. "Ron let me go."

            "I don't think so, now listen and listen good. Me and you are gonna take a drive, and you won't make a sound. Don't you dare even try to scream or call for help. Now come on." He tried to move her but she didn't budge.

            "I'm not going anywhere with you." She said firmly.

            "I'll take you kicking and screaming, you're going with me. Unless, you want your boyfriend to get hurt." Liz's eyes widened in fear, and in anger.

            "Don't you dare lay a hand on him, he has nothing to do with this."    

            "Oh Liz, that's where you're wrong, he has everything to do with this."

 

******Omg!!!! I feel like its been forever! Okay, I osted, be happy! Lol.So now we all know whothe stalker is. And I know you all thought it wouldbe the manager of the club, but you gysdidnt even know who the hell ron was. lol.

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            Brendon didn’t want Liz to stay by herself in her apartment, so they got some of her stuff and went to Brendon’s house. Brendon was very concerned about Liz. He was completely worried, how could he not be? She had a stalker! Some man was watching her every move and following her where she went. How was he supposed to take that? Worse, how was Liz supposed to her life normally like the police said to, while their was a guy out there watching her every move? She couldn’t.

            Liz and Brendon got to his place by six in the morning. They didn’t bother unloading her stuff, they just went inside and went straight to the bedroom to go to sleep. When Liz woke up it was noon and Brendon was no longer laying by her side. Liz caught the smell of bacon from the kitchen. Liz got up from the bed and headed downstairs towards the kitchen.

            She saw Brendon shirtless with his boxers on in front of the stove putting bacon and scrambled eggs on a plate. Liz coughed to get his attention. Brendon turned around and smiled at the sight of Liz.

            “Hey you.” He said as he walked over to her and planted a kiss on her lips. “Made you’re all time favorite breakfast.” He said smiling and showing her the plate.

            “Yes, the oh-so-simplistic eggs and bacon. I’m so honored.” Liz said taking the plate smiling.

            “You should, I worked very hard on this fantastic meal.”

            “I’m sure you did Brendon.” Liz took a seat at the table and started to eat. Brendon served himself eggs and poured him and Liz a glass of orange juice.

            “So, what are you doing with bacon in your house, you’re a vegetarian.”

            “True, but I know you like bacon, so I went out to the store and got some for you.”

            “Aw, how sweet, now I really am honored.” Liz said with a smile.

            “Good.”

            For the rest of the day Brendon and her hung out with the guys from Panic At The Disco. They all loved Liz very much and loved having her around, also that her and Brendon were back together. They noticed something different about Brendon, even though that guy was always hyper and upbeat, was it even possible that he could have more? Brendon was a sight to see when around Liz, if you thought he was crazy without her, you should see him when he was with her. That night Liz and Brendon when back to his house, and talked over dinner.

            “So Liz, can I ask you something?”

            “Yeah sure.”

            “Okay well, I was wondering, if you wanted to go on tour with us.”

            “Yeah of course! Why wouldn’t I want to go?”

            “I don’t know, I just needed to be sure that you wanted to go.”

            “Well definitely man, when do we leave?”

            “Tomorrow night.”

            “Alright, let’s get packing.”

 

            It was the first day of the tour and they were already having a great time. Liz and Brendon were so happy they were together. And thankfully Liz hadn’t had anymore encounters with the guy who said that he was supposedly watching her. The guys had just finished their first show since their new record came out and they were in the UK. Liz was making herself useful and helping the roadies and selling merchandise. She had just put down the tent when she felt someone grab her waist and put a hand over her mouth. Liz was afraid of this happening again, and it looks like the guy really was watching her.

            “You thought you could get away from me, but you were wrong Liz. Dead wrong.” Liz felt herself shudder as he whispered into her ear.

            “Now listen, don’t think you can hide from me. It was easy to find you, I knew you would be coming with your boyfriend on this tour, so just watch out. I’ll be watching you Liz.” With that he pushed her down onto the floor and ran off.

 

            Brendon was looking for Liz. He had last seen her by the merch tent so he went over there. Once he got there he noticed her getting up off of the floor. Concerned, Brendon ran over to her and helped her up to her feet.

            “Liz, baby what happened?” He asked worriedly.

            “The same guy who had attacked me just got me again.”

            “Oh my God, are you okay?”

            “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

            Brendon gathered her into his arms. “Baby I’m so sorry that I wasn’t here. I should’ve came earlier, then I would've been able to stop him.”

            “Brendon its okay, it’s not your fault. I’ll be okay.” She said trying to reassure him that it was okay.

            “I’m going to get you a bodyguard, that way this guy won’t be able to hurt you again.”

            “Brendon you don’t have to.”

            Brendon took a hold of her shoulders and looked at her. “Yes, I do. The last thing I want is to see you hurt, I don’t want this guy around you ever again, I want you to have a bodyguard Liz.”

            “Brendon, that’s what this guy wants, to make me afraid. I won’t change the things in my life because of him. I won’t let him get what he wants; next time, I’ll be prepared, I’ll be sure of it.”

 

 

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            The time came when Liz had to quit her job, you would think that she would be upset about it because she liked what she was doing, but she was more than happy. It was all worth it, if she needed to quit her job to be with Brendon then she was willing to do it.

            Liz had just finished up and it was going to be three in the morning. All the girls who worked there said that they were going to miss her and that they all loved her. And she felt the same with them. Even though it was only for a short time, she felt close with all of the girls who worked there, and she would miss them so much.

            Liz headed outside to the parking lot where she had parked her car. For some reason she was feeling paranoid. For the past week and a half she had this odd feeling of being watched. But whenever she looked around, no one was ever there. And that alone was the scary part. Liz took out her car keys from her purse and started to unlock her car when someone grabbed her waist from behind and put their hand over her mouth. Immediately Liz struggled against who was holding her and thrashed from side to side.

            “Be a good little girl and stop moving, or else I’ll have to hurt you.” Liz could feel the man’s razor sharp blade against her back, and immediately stopped struggling. “Good, now listen to me Liz, I like you, a lot. And don’t think that just because you’re quitting you're job to be with your new boyfriend that I’ll stop. Wherever you go I’ll be right around the corner. You’ll go on tour with his band, and I’ll be there. Be careful Liz, and don’t piss me off.”

            And with that he bashed her head onto the driver's window and nicked her cheek with the blade. As she slumped to the floor she heard him run and start his car and drive off.

            Liz was still on the floor when she called the police. The next person she called was Brendon. Within five minutes both the police and Brendon were there. Liz was talking to a police officer when Brendon jumped out of his car and ran over to Liz.

            “Liz!” Liz heard Brendon call her name. She looked over at him and he ran into his arms. “Liz, Liz sweetheart are you okay? Let me see you.” Brendon looked at her face and noticed a big red mark on her forehead and a cut on her right cheek. “Oh God, what happened?”

            “I was going to my car when some guy ran up behind me and held me knife point saying that no matter what he’d still be around and wherever I was he would be there. Even if I went on tour with you guys he said he would be there.” Liz said as she buried her face in his chest.

            “And what else did he do?” Brendon asked.

            This time the officer spoke. “He banged her head against the driver's side window and nicked her cheek with his knife. Trust me, we’re going to do everything we can to catch this guy. The last thing we need in this town is another guy like this. Miss Palmer, we want you to go to the hospital to get checked out.”

            “I’m fine,” Liz said as she picked her head up. “I don’t need to go the hospital I’m fine.”

            “Liz, maybe it’ll be a good idea to just make sure you’re alright.” Brendon said.

            “No, I’m fine. I just want to get some sleep.” Liz said angrily.

            “Alright, Miss Palmer we’ll need you to go our station first thing in the morning to get your statement.” Said the officer.

            “No I’ll do that now, the sooner I get it done the sooner it’ll be over.”

 

***Hey guys! It’s been awhile. I’m so sorry I haven’t posted. I’ve been really busy with the play and school. I don’t know when the next time I’ll be able to post though, but I'll try and do a double post since I have a delay today.

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     So it was official, Brendon and Liz would be back together once Liz stopped working as an exotic dancer. Liz and Brendon were now very happy that they were once again involved in each others lives again. Especially Brendon, he’d been waiting to be with her again since he’d left. The only thing that he was really upset about was that she was still working at Forgotten Fantasies; but at least she was quitting.

     Brendon had just gotten back from Liz‘s place and entered the cabin where he was staying with the rest of the guys. Brendon saw the guys on the couch watching TV.

“Hey Brendon, where were you off to so early?” Ryan asked, who had just gotten back from his trip almost a week ago.

“Um, just went to a friend’s house.” Brendon replied as he set down his keys on the counter.

“Did this friend happen to be a girl?” Jon asked smiling.

Brendon smiled back. “Maybe.”

“That’s a yes.” Spencer said grinning.

“So what?” Brendon asked smiling.

“So who is she?” Ryan asked.

“An old friend.” Brendon said as he sat on the couch with the rest of the guys.

“Does this friend have a name?” Jon asked.

“It's uh,” Brendon hesitated. “It’s Liz.”

“Liz? Wait a second, your ex Liz?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah, that one.” Brendon said.

“Whoa, when did you see her?” Spencer asked.

“Um, well, guys, do you remember the girl at that club we went to a few days ago?”

“Yeah, why? Wait, she works there?” Jon asked surprised.

“Yeah, she was our server.” Brendon said.

“Whoa, what’s she doing working there?” Spencer asked.

“It was the only job she could find.”

“You guys went to a strip club?” Ryan asked.

“It’s not a strip club.” Jon said. “Just where girls dance around you half naked.” Jon said smirking.

“Yeah, that really sets it apart.” Ryan said sarcastically.

“Dude, so what’s been going on with her?” Spencer asked.

     Brendon gave them the details about Liz and her life at the moment. He also told them that they would start dating once she quit her job at Forgotten Fantasies.

“Well, at least she’s quitting, she shouldn’t be working in such an awful, dirty place like that.” Ryan said.

“My thoughts exactly.” Brendon said.

“So, when do we get to see her?” Jon asked.

“I don’t know, when do you guys wanna see her?” Brendon asked.

“Whenever she’s available, we’ve all missed Liz Brendon, she really was the nicest girlfriend you had.” Spencer said.

“Yeah, I know.” Brendon said quietly.

“So, talk to her and we’ll set up a time when we can all hang out.” Ryan said.

“Okay.”

     That night Liz went to work with the intention of telling her boss that she would be leaving in two weeks. Liz really did like working at Forgotten Fantasies, but she wanted to be with Brendon, and quitting was the only way they would be together. It’s the right thing to do, Liz thought to herself.

     Liz went into work through the back entrance and went straight to John’s office. When she got there, the door was shut so lightly she knocked.

“Come in.” She heard John say. She opened the door and saw John sitting behind his desk on his computer. John looked up and saw Liz and smiled. “Hey Liz, come on in.” He said as he motioned for her to come in further. Liz smiled and sat down in the chair in front of the desk. “What can I do for you, Liz?” He asked with a smile.

“I uh, I came to give you two weeks notice.” Liz said uneasily.

John’s smile faltered. “And why is that?”

“I just don't feel like this is the place for me to be.”

“Liz, you just started working here, you need to give it some time to sink in.”

“I know but, I just don’t feel like I should be here.”

“Liz, is their another reason why you want to quit?” John asked.

“Well, I guess.” John gave her look telling her to keep talking. “Well, someone came back into my life, and doesn’t like me working here; and I want to oblige their wishes of me quitting.”

“Is it a guy?”

“Yes.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Not exactly.”

“Liz, you know I like you, and that I think that you’re one of my best dancers; and I can’t afford to lose you.”

“How about I look for another dancer to take my spot? Would that help?”

“Possibly, but I don’t want another dancer, I want you.”

“Look, I know that you don’t want me to leave, but it’s the right thing to do.”

“The right thing for who Liz? You or this guy? Remember, you’re the one who came to me looking for a job, you couldn’t find another job. Do you expect to find another one?”

“I already did, I found a job as a waitress, they already said they would hire me once I’ve finished with this job.”

John’s face showed no emotion. “Okay, you can leave in two weeks, if it’s what you really want.”

“It’s what I want.”

“All right, then you got it.”

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     Bailey couldn’t believe Natalie. How could she go kiss the guy she liked? Bailey hated her, and she really didn’t want to be her friend anymore. Bailey looked over at her desk and found All Time Low staring back at her, the toys. Bailey went over to her desk and stared down at them.

     “I wish you were real.” When she headed to her bed she heard a whisper.

     “Hey.”

     Bailey turned around slowly and looked around.

     “Who said that?”

     “Look down.” She looked down and found that the figures were waving at her and smiling. Bailey let out a squeal in shock.

     “Jeez Bailey, it’s not like we were dead or something.” Said Jack.

     “Oh God! This is so awesome!” She exclaimed laughing. “How did this happen?”

     “You wished it, so it came true.” Zack said matter-of-factly.

     “I didn’t think it would.”

     “We did this because we know you’re in trouble.” Rian said.

     “I wouldn't call it trouble.” She said crawling over to them; getting leveled with them.

     “Call it what you want,” Alex stated. “We know you and Natalie are fighting.”

     “Yeah.”

     “We’re here to help.” Zack said as he grinned.

     “How are you gonna do that?” She asked skeptically.

     “We’re gonna tell you the truth. Natalie didn’t kiss him, he kissed her. She went to talk to him for you and he kissed her coz he likes her.” Jack said.

     “You know that how?”

     “Our eyes are everywhere.” Rian said.

     “You need to go to her now so you guys can talk. You’re friendship is too strong to let it end over some dude.” Alex said.

     Bailey got up and then went to the door. But before she opened it she looked back at them to say thanks, but they’d already gone back to their world.

     It’s been a week since she last saw Brendon at the club. He hasn’t been there since they met. And she was glad, somewhat. Even though she was mad at him, she couldn’t help but be glad that she had seen him. She didn’t know it, but she needed that. She had missed him so much, and now he’s back in town. She hadn’t run into him anywhere yet, not that she wasn’t glad, but deep down, she wanted to see him again. She had so much to tell him, so much had happened over the last two and a half years that she needed to tell him.

     Brendon missed Liz to, he needed to see her, but he couldn’t talk to her at the club. That place disgusted him, he still couldn’t believe that she lowered herself into doing something so degrading to women. Out of the period of time that Brendon had known Liz, he never would’ve thought in a million years that she would work as an exotic dancer. And why wasn’t she in college? She should be doing something worthwhile instead of dancing on poles for men.

     Liz was on her way home, she just got done grocery shopping and had a bag of fruits and vegetables and bottles of water in her hand. She got out her car and got out her food and started to walk to her building. That’s when she saw him. He was walking down the street toward her. His hands were in the pockets of his purple hoodie and he had on tight black jeans an converse and once again sunglasses shielded his brown eyes.

     He looked up and saw her staring at him. He was just as shocked as she was. They continued to stare at each other’s eyes. Brendon saw the flash of joy, the surprise, and the anger in her eyes before she started to run to the building.

“Liz!” Brendon called after her as he started running towards her.

     Liz opened her door and ran inside just as Brendon got to the top of the steps. Before it closed shut he stopped it with his hand. Liz was almost at the top of the stairs when Brendon got to the bottom of them. He started after her, and she got to her apartment door and opened it. She dropped her bag and started to shut the door, but Brendon’s foot got in the way of him and the doorframe.

“Damn it Brendon, go away!” She yelled as she tried to close the door, adding more pressure to his foot, but he didn’t pull it out of the way.

“No! Liz, let’s talk.” He said.

“I don't want to talk.”

“Please, just let me in. Give me five minutes and I’ll leave, I promise.”

     Liz contemplated over it, and decided that she could give him at least five minutes. With a heavy sigh she opened the door fully and he stepped inside. One inside Liz shut the door and looked at Brendon.

     Brendon was looking around her apartment. Her walls were filled with color. When he chose muted color and kept most of his walls bare, her walls were painted a light shade of blue and she had pictures of scenery on parts of her walls and photographs hanging.

“You can sit on the couch if you’d like.” Liz said.

“No it’s okay, I’ll stand.” Brendon said as she walked to the center of the room and removed his sunglasses from his face. She turned back to Brendon and he was staring at her.

     She had changed, he noted. Her once plain long brown hair was now cut into layers and black, and she looked thinner. What he noticed was the same were her eyes. Her eyes were still the same beautiful brown that spoke of innocence.

“Brendon, your time is precious.” Liz said once she noticed he was checking her out. Brendon snapped out of it.

“Right, um, how do I say this? Um Liz, I’m really sorry. I, I never meant to hurt you.”

“Who said you hurt me?” Liz said with an attitude.

“I can tell when I look you,” He said as he walked over to her. “I see the pain in your eyes, saying that you’ve been hurt and don’t want to be hurt again. It makes me guilty just looking at you, knowing that I was the cause of that pain.” Liz looked back at him.

“I got over it.” She said softly.

“Liar.” Brendon said bluntly.

“I’m not lying Brendon, I toughened up and got over it. I erased you from my life; I wanted nothing to do with you.”

“And now?” He asked her.

Liz shook her head. “Now I don’t know what I want.”

“Let’s get something settled first.”

“What’s that?”

“This.”

     Brendon grabbed her shoulders and leaned in and kissed her. Liz convinced herself that if the time came that she saw Brendon and he kissed her she would push him away and walk away from him. But now that it was happening, she couldn’t do anything. It was as if their was a camera and they were the only ones in focus, and everything else was blurred out. It was them, and only them. Nothing else mattered except the two of them being locked in an embrace. Liz came to her senses and pulled away from the kiss, breathless. Brendon rested his forehead on hers and they both closed their eyes.

“You can not stand there and deny that you didn’t want that, that you didn’t need that as much as I did.” Brendon said.

He was right, but she couldn’t admit it to him, so instead she looked away from him. Brendon understood her answer.

“I should go, but I’ll be back. I want you to know that I’m not going anywhere until this is settled.” He said looking into her eyes.

     Brendon ran a hand down the length of her hair and let himself out the door. Liz stayed standing in the center of the room, mulling over what had just happened.

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She hadn’t expected that, and she didn’t expect to kiss him back either, but she did. She was sure that if he tried to do anything she would push him away, but instead she placed her hands on his shoulders and kissed back.

He didn’t know why he leaned in and kissed her, it could’ve been just because she was about to take off his sunglasses; but he knew it was more than that. He felt like he needed to do it, for reasons unknown. After getting a hold of himself he pulled away from the kiss. Her eyes remained closed, her lips still slightly parted as she let out shaky breaths. As she opened her eyes she looked up at him, and started taking of his sunglasses, he didn’t object, he was in too deep now. As she took off the sunglasses, her jaw dropped and her eyes widened.

“Brendon?” She asked, not knowing if it was really him.

“Yeah?” He asked softly.

“What? How?” She looked worried, he noticed, so instead of asking if she was okay, he removed her mask. With her face in plain view, his jaw also dropped and his eyes widen.

“Liz?” He asked in astonishment. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Liz got off of him and touched her fingers to her lips. “Me? What about you? What the hell are you doing here?”

“I thought you looked familiar, turned out I was right! I can’t believe you’re in a place like this Liz!”

“Me? What about you? You’re the one who paid for the lap dance!”

“Jeez Liz!” Brendon ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

“You know what? I got to go.” Liz said. She threw his money back at him and left the seduction room, leaving Brendon bewildered.

Liz was back in her dressing room, she was done for the night. She can’t believe she saw Brendon tonight. After almost three years, she’s finally seen him. He never called, never e-mailed, not even a simple IM saying hey. He just left, right after he got signed.

You see, Liz was a sophomore when Brendon’s band got signed by Pete Wentz. Her and Brendon were pretty good friends, well, maybe they were more than that. They had their thing for awhile, and then he told her that they got signed; and he left her; and that was the last time she heard from him. She missed him so much, he left her heartbroken. She was sure that he would try and contact her, but he never did. From that point on she decided to erase Brendon Boyd Urie from her life, she didn’t want anything to do with him.

But now, here he is, in Vegas; at the club where she works. How could she forget this now that he’s back? Now that he knows where she works? She would just have to refrain from bumping into him anywhere she went, she would have to be more careful now.

Brendon walked back into the cabin and into his room unnoticed. He got undressed and laid down on his bed. He couldn’t believe he saw Liz, especially at a place like that. That was the last place he expected her to be. He didn’t think of her as the type of girl to work at a place like that, but then again, it’s been almost three years since he talked to her. People change all the time. Brendon knew he hurt her, he’d be hurt to if she got signed to a label and never contacted her. But things were so hectic that he hardly got any sleep.

I should’ve tried harder, maybe things would’ve been different. Brendon always thought about Liz, once away from her, he realized that he was in love with her, but he couldn’t do anything about it. She was only fifteen, and he was eighteen. They were both too young, but now she’s eighteen and he’s twenty one. They’re both adults and more in control of their emotions, looks like it’s time to pay Liz a surprise visit.

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****Okay I know these chapters are short, so I’m sorry. But I make up for it coz my chapters are so awesome! Lol. Well now you finally know how they know each other! I love how excited you guys are for these chapters! It makes me feel so loved!!

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The night was over for Liz, it was a little past two in the morning and she was exhausted. She’d given eight lap dances and bussed over twenty tables. Tonight alone, she’d bring home a little over four hundred dollars. That was enough to pay rent for her apartment.

Liz was backstage removing her make up and getting dressed in her street clothes when Hailey came up to her.

“Hey you, you stole the show tonight.” She said smiling.

“Did not, I just blended in.” Liz replied smiling and pulling up her jeans.

“Don’t deny it, Liz. I noticed all the guys in the club eyeing you tonight, they didn’t want to bother with the rest of us.”

“That’s a lie and you know it.” Liz said chuckling.

“It’s the truth, and I also noticed one guy in particular who didn’t dare look away from you. You might remember him, young, with the dark sunglasses and hoodie.”

“Yeah, I remember him, he seemed distracted.”

“Yeah, by you.” She said chuckling.

“Was not.”

“Was to.”

“Was not.”

“He was, and don’t argue with me about it either.” She said as Liz opened her mouth to protest. Liz just smiled. Liz saw the dressing rooms door open and John, their manager came in and walked over to Liz.

“Impressive show tonight, Liz. You did pretty good since this is your first night here.” He said.

“I’m just doing my job.” She said smiling.

“Well, keep it up. You stole the show tonight.”

“That’s what I keep telling her, but she doesn’t believe me.” Hailey said.

John laughed. “Well, Liz, Hailey’s right, you did one hell of a job tonight. I’d like to keep you around longer, business might be better if you stick around. From what I’ve seen tonight, I’d have to say you’re one of the best girls I have here, you and Hailey.”

“Wow, you came up with all this just by watching me one night?” Liz asked.

“Yeah, I can tell a lot by a girl by the way she conducts herself on and off the stage, and sweetie, you’ve got it all. Keep doing your job right and you’ll be making a lot of money.”

“Wow, um, thank you.”

John nodded his head, said goodbye to the rest of the dancers and left the dressing room.

“See! I told you, you were great!” Hailey exclaimed.

“I guess you were right.” Liz said.

“Of course I’m right.” She said chuckling. “Now get home and get some rest, you’ll need it.”

“You got it.” Liz said smiling. Liz got her stuff together and left.

It was the next day and it was just after midnight. Brendon had decided to go back to the club to see the girl he had seen yesterday. He didn’t know why, but for some reason unknown, she captivated him. Their was something about her he recognized, he felt like he knew her from somewhere, but he couldn’t pinpoint the time or place.

Brendon didn’t dare tell the guys where he was going, they would ask too many questions, so while they were asleep in their beds he crept out of their cabin and took the car and drove to Forgotten Fantasies.

Liz had just gotten finished getting ready in the dressing room, she still felt a little nervous about going on stage half naked. But it was something she had to do, sure it was somewhat fun and exciting, but also disturbing. A bunch of middle aged men gaping at her isn’t her type of fun. But then, it’s exhilarating. No one knows who she is or where she’s come from, so she kind of likes the mystery about it.

It was 12:30, and time for her to go on stage. Tonight she would work by herself on a side stage dancing and matching her movements with another dancer on the side stage that was opposite of her. Liz emerged from behind the curtain just as the main dancers came out, and she started dancing.

As she did all of her twists and turns on the pole, she noticed the same young guy from last night staring at her. She hadn’t thought much about him, all she knew about him was that he was a good looking guy who liked watching girls dance half naked, not her type. But, she also noticed that he was only looking at her, and none of the other dancers. Odd, she thought, why would he be looking at just her?

After ten minutes of dancing she hopped off the side stage while another dancer took her place and started to take orders. At first, she just walked past him a few times, feeling his eyes on her every time she went past, then after awhile she thought she’d ask him if he wanted anything...to drink of course. She walked over to him with a tray.

“Would you like anything to drink?” Liz asked smiling.

He smiled back at her. “Just a peach fuzzy navel.”

“Coming right up.” She said.

She went and got his drink and placed in front of him. “Would you like anything else?” She asked with the same sweet smile.

“How about your name?” He asked smiling.

“Sorry, I don’t give out my name to customers.” She said, never forgetting to keep the smile on her face.

“Okay, fair enough.” He then placed a hundred dollar bill on the table. “How about a dance?” He asked as he took a sip of his drink.

Though Liz didn’t want to, she led him to the seduction room. The seduction room consisted of red curtains on the bare black walls and a chair set in the center. He sat down on it and she started giving him his money’s worth. As she danced she didn't really know how he was feeling, he had dark glasses concealing his eyes, you can tell a lot by the eyes. So as she pushed herself forward on him she leaned into him and put her hands on the side of his glasses, but before she could slide them off, he kissed her.

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OMG! He kissed her! Bet you didn't see that coming, now did you? Lol. Thank you for all of those wonderful comments! Okay, now I know I was short, but the next chapter is sooo good!! You'll finally find out how they know each other...and how well. Lol. Just kidding.

1.What'd you think?

2. What's your favorite dish? Lol. Mine's is chicken and broccoli penne.

3. After this fic, who do you want me to write about?

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~Minnie

    It was Thursday night, Liz’s first day of work. She didn’t start until eight o’clock that night, but she came in at seven to check out the crowd and work on her routine there. Once inside she noticed everything became different when a crowd was there. Their were flashing colored lights everywhere, including the stages, and their were dancers everywhere.

     Liz went to the dressing room and stepped inside. The dressing room was filled with half naked girls sitting on stools, or running around, putting on makeup. Liz went to her mirror and picked up her outfit and put it on. Next she started doing her makeup, she didn’t have to do much, all she did was put on black eyeliner with sparkling pink eye shadow, and some pink lip stick. She didn’t do much else because the mask would cover her. It was black and rimmed with red and had sparkles on it, it only covered her eyes, nothing else.

“Hey newbie.” At recognizing Hailey’s voice she turned around.

     She looked at Hailey and saw that she looked completely different than she had seen her before. She was wearing the same outfit as her, but she looked better than she ever would.

“Hey.” Liz said smiling as she stood up.

“So, you checked out the crowd yet?”

“Yeah, theirs so many people.” Liz said.

“Yeah, for some reason we have more than usual tonight. Not getting cold feet are you?” Hailey asked smiling.

“Never.” Liz replied smiling.

“Then let’s get out there.”

“Come on Brendon, just one night, one night's not gonna hurt you.” Urged Jon.

“Come on, I don’t wanna go to some strip joint on the strip.” Brendon said annoyed.

“It’s not a strip joint,” Spencer said. “It’s where girls dance half naked.” He said chuckling.

“Same thing, look, I am not gonna go.”

“Just one night Brendon, one night, one night won’t change your life.” Jon said.

“Why isn’t Ryan going?” Brendon asked.

“Coz he’s in Chicago working with The Academy Is....” Spencer said.

“Oh yeah.”

“Come on man, just an hour, an hour is all that we ask of you, just one.” Jon said.

Brendon sighed, these guys can be such a pain in the ass, he thought to himself. “Okay, okay I’ll go.” Brendon said.

“Yes!” They both said.

The guys are right, Brendon thought to himself, it’s not like one night is gonna change his life.

     Once on stage everything seemed different to Liz. She wasn’t just Liz anymore, but an exotic dancer for Forgotten Fantasies. Using the mask as her guise, she no longer felt as shy, but confident and assured. She matched her dance steps with her surrounding coworkers. Together, they moved as one on the main stage. Liz felt that all eyes were on her for some reason. She didn’t know why, but she just had that feeling that everyone was gaping at her.

     Liz looked at the audience and only saw middle aged men digging into their pockets for spare cash to give to the ladies who would soon give them lap dances in the seduction rooms. Liz saw three more men walk in through the door. But they weren’t middle aged, they were young, barely over twenty one. Each wore dark sunglasses covering their faces with pull over hoodies. They each sat down at the middle table and watched the girls dance.

     Suddenly, one of those men looked over at her, and kept his eyes on her. From what she could tell, he had black hair and side bangs that fell into his eyes, and was lean, like a light weight boxer. He continued to stare at her and she looked back at him when she could. For some reason unknown, she felt like she knew him, and that he knew her.

     As the girls finished their last dance step more girls got up on stage, it was their turn to entertain. The girls who were just dancing stepped off the main stage and got started working the middle aged men out of their cash. Some, got ready to place orders for them, asking what kind of drink they wanted...and if they wanted anything else. Liz would take orders and serve drinks, she went over to a table and asked if he wanted anything, surprisingly all he wanted was a sex on the beach....the drink. After she served him his drink she went over to the younger guys.

“Hey, can I get you guys anything to drink?” Liz asked politely.

“I’ll just have a peach daiquiri.” Said the guy with brown hair and chubby cheeks.

“Just whiskey.” Said the guy with brown hair and stubble on his chin.

The guy she had seen staring at her earlier just continued to stare at her with his mouth slightly open.

“Can I get you anything?” Liz asked once again, keeping her eyes locked on his.

“Dude,” The guys with the beard slapped his back. “Snap out of it.” He said.

The guy shook his head lightly and blinked a few times. “Oh uh, I’ll have a fuzzy navel; peach.”

“Good choice, coming right up.” Liz said as she headed toward the bar to tell the bartender.

“Dude, what’s with you? You were practically drooling all over her.” Spencer said.

“Sorry, I don’t know, I just feel like I know her from somewhere.” Brendon said as he tried to think back to why she looked familiar.

“You probably just saw her at a concert or something, don’t worry about it.” Jon said.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Brendon said.

A few minutes later Liz came back with the drinks. “All right, here you go boys.” She said as she set down the drinks.

“Thanks, how much?” Spencer asked.

“Twenty dollars.”

“Here you go, and here’s a tip.” Spencer said as he gave her an extra five dollars.

“Thanks. Can I get you boys anything else?”

Her voice sounds so familiar, I know I’ve met her before. Brendon thought to himself.

“No thanks, we’re good.” Jon said.

“Okay, just call me over if you boys need anything.” She said with a sweet smile.

“Guys, doesn’t this place remind you of the But It’s Better If You Do video?” Jon asked chuckling.

“Dude, this is our video.” Spencer said chuckling lightly.

     Brendon continued to watch Liz as the guys continued to talk to each other. He thought she was absolutely beautiful, and she was curved in all the right places. Brendon knew he would like to see a lot more of her. But she’s an exotic dancer. Brendon remembered. She got paid to dance half naked and be with men. But for some reason, Brendon didn’t think she fit the profile. She was nice, and unlike the other girls in the club, she didn’t throw herself at them; but was polite and sweet. He paid attention to her eyes, he could see the innocence screaming out at him, it was easy to tell. Next time, he’d have to be careful of those eyes, and of her.

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Chapter 2!!!! Hey I found out what I am in our school play! I'm a featured singer! So I sing in practically all the songs and I get to be on stage more than anyone else!!! I'm so happy! And I get to sing my favorite song Love Shack! Lol. I have a few lines so I'm pretty upbeat lol. And I came out in the paper because of it!! WOOT!!!

1. What do you guys think?

2.Do you think Brendon knows her?

3. Guys, I asked if you know any good music, band names would've been nice. Lol I only got like two haha. But it's okay. Love you! Wish me luck on my play!

Comment and buzz beautiful people!

~Minnie

 

The time comes for ones to leave their homes of eighteen years to pursue dreams, and fulfill fantasies. Some, go to work for their fathers firm, some may even have their whole life planned out for them. But others, others don’t know what they’re going to do with their life; like Liz.

Liz, just graduating from high school, with no offers from colleges. It’s not like it mattered. She has no money to afford it. Her grades weren’t good enough to get a scholarship, and the bank thought her credit was bad; so she wasn’t able to get a loan.

Liz lived on her own. Her mother died while giving birth to her and her father was doing life in prison for murder, let’s just say, he went on a killing spree. She had been living on her own since she was sixteen years old, and working at a local diner to make ends meet, but just recently she had gotten fired for tardiness, and once you were late five times they fired you, and that’s what made her unemployed.

All of Liz’s friends were going to college out of state, none of them had decided to stay in Nevada. She didn’t understand why, Nevada was a great place, especially if you lived in Las Vegas, that was the best part of Nevada, the city. The city, with it lights and never failing flash and extravagance. To some, it was where the hookers strolled and made their living, but to Liz it was her home.

Liz would have to find a job soon or else she might end up as one of those hookers on the strip. Liz had set up an interview with a club called Forgotten Fantasies. She didn’t want to work as an exotic dancer there, but it was the only job open. At other diners she had applied to they said that they didn’t need anyone at the moment, so this was her last resort.

Liz drove to the club Tuesday morning for her interview. She didn’t dress formal, just blue jeans and a white tank top, should anyone dress up to work at an exotic dance club? Liz let herself inside, the club was dark with red lacy curtains covering the windows. The club itself was painted a dark blue and the chairs and tables were black with table clothes that matched the curtains. The floor was bare and at the far end of the club were the stages, their were two side stages and one main stage. On the far right their was a bar and behind the counter were glass cups with the clubs logo on it, and on the walls were pictures of famous people who had attended the club for a fun night out.

Liz continued walking and went into the office of the manager of the club, politely she knocked and she heard a man telling her to come in. She walked inside and shut the door and sat down in the chair in front of him.

“So, are you Liz?” He asked as he hung up his office phone.

“Yeah, I scheduled an interview Sunday.” She said nicely.

“Yeah, I remember the call. So tell me, why do you want to work at Forgotten Fantasies?” He asked as he folded his hands over his desk.

“Well, honestly, I didn’t have a choice. I applied to work at other jobs and all of the positions were filled, this was my last resort.” She said bluntly.

“You’re honest, and I like that. But, their must be another reason. I mean, you could’ve worked at some damn grocery store as a clerk, or as a baby sitter for God’s sake; but yet you chose to work here. Why?”

“Well, I really like dancing, I’ve never done something like this. I thought I would try something new for a change.”

“Anything else?”

“Well, I got bills to pay, the paycheck will be good, and so will the tips, and that’s what I need.”

“You don’t mind dancing half naked in front of a bunch of middle aged men?”

“Not really, I'm comfortable with myself.”

“Good, coz you’re hired.”

“What? Just like that?” Liz asked. Liz knew from past experience that interviews took longer than five minutes.

“Yeah, just like that, we’re short handed right now and I need all the girls I can get right now. Their should be a girl in the dressing room right now, her name is Hailey, she’ll teach you what you need to know, she’ll help you pick out your outfit, and the rest of the requirements. I’ll come back there in an hour to check on you and see how you look in your outfit. You look lean, so you should look good in it. The dressing room is behind the main stage, it’s marked.”

Liz got up briskly. “Okay, thank you.” And with that she left toward the dressing room.

Liz followed the directions given to her and went to the dressing room. Once inside she saw dozens of mirrors and clothes and jewelry sprawled over chairs and counter tops. In front of a rack of clothes stood a girl; Liz guessed her to be about twenty five years old, about 5’8, she was a California girl obviously, she had the blonde hair and the clear blue eyes.

Hailey turned around once she heard the door open. She’d expected John, the manger to come in, but not this girl. She had shirt black hair that was cut into layers with side bangs, she had big brown eyes that spoke innocence, she had a small frame but she had a healthy built.

“Uh, hi. Who are you?” Asked Hailey.

“I’m Liz, I just got hired as a dancer.” Liz said.

“Oh, so John sent you in here for me to teach you the routines and what not.”

“Basically.”

“Okay, well, first we have to get you an outfit Liz. We need to see how you look in in first, and then you have to practice the routines in it.” Hailey said as she turned toward the rack of clothes.

Liz walked up beside her and examined the clothes, Liz took looks at all of the clothes and could only say one thing about them, flashy. They were all different colors with different cuts and sparkles on them.

“Here,” Hailey turned to Liz and held out an outfit for her. It was a black corset that tied in the back with thick red string. The bottom was a short low cut black miniskirt and in her other hand she held out fishnet stockings and red high heels. “I know this’ll look good on you.” She said as she handed Liz the outfit. Liz took the outfit. “You can change behind this rack if you’d like, this is the changing room.”

“It’s fine.”

“So tell me Liz, why do you want to work here?” She asked as Liz started to change.

“I had nowhere else to work at, plus I wanted to try something new.”

“Oh, okay. Oh, also you’re going to need some help tying your corset, I’ll help you.” Hailey said as she went to tie Liz’s corset.

“So, why do you work here?” Asked Liz.

“I like dancing for money, simple as that. It’s easy, well, at times. One of the hardest things is just getting the routine right, but once you get it memorized it gets easier.” Hailey said as she finished off tying her corset.

Liz put the rest of the outfit on and looked herself in the mirror. She didn’t look bad at all. She actually looked pretty good. After Liz examined herself in the mirror and Hailey made some alterations to her outfit, she started on the routine. They worked on the main stage for almost an hour working on it, the routine was fairly simple. They threw in some turns and spins on the pole, but other than that it was easy.

An hour into working on the routine John came out to check on her. He looked at Liz and found that she was a natural, not to mention a stunner in her outfit. He knew she would do well at the club.

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It's finally the new fan fic! Are you as excited as I am?!?! Well, I really hope you guys will enjoy it. And I really appreciate the comments you guys gave me on the last fic, it meant so much to me to see all the positive things you guys write to me, and I just want to say thanks.

1.What do you think so far?

2.What are your predictions?

3.Know any good music?

Comment and buzzz you beautiful people!

~Minnie

            Alexa’s record had just been released, and she was nervous. She really hoped people liked it. Her single Tragic isn’t the right word, but it’s the first that comes to mind, ended up being number four on the Billboard Chart. Alexa had admitted that none of what she achieved would've been possible without the guys of Panic, which included her fiancé, Ryan.

            Things couldn’t be any better between the two. They were happy, in love, and getting married; what else could they want? They had each other and that’s all that matters to each other.   

            Alexa was well on her way. She was known as Lexi, and was on tour with Katy Perry and another singer songwriter named Krista. The tour was called Empowered, and they were all having fun.

            It was the last show of the tour, and it was also Alexa’s twenty-third birthday. Katy Perry, the headliner, was now talking to the crowd.

            “So, how are you guys feeling tonight?”

            The crowd started cheering.

            “That’s awesome! Now everyone, I made a very good friend on this tour, she’s new and hot right now. We’ve gotten real close, and I wanted to wish her a very happy birthday. So Alexa, come on out!”

            The crowd hooted and cheered as Alexa went onto the stage. When she got up to Katy they both hugged and Alexa grabbed a microphone.

            “Alexa, today is your twenty-third birthday, so I want us to celebrate!” She shouted into the microphone.

            Then they all started singing happy birthday to her, which included the crowd of course. Some of the crew came out holding a cake that said happy birthday on it. When they were al done singing Alexa made her wish and blew out her candles. Everyone clapped and cheered for her.

            “Now, I have a birthday present for you, but you have to close your eyes.”

            Alexa closed her eyes, then she heard a lot of shrieking.

            “Open your eyes!” Alexa opened her eyes and saw the guys of Panic at the Disco. Alexa screamed out in joy as they all ran to one another and hugged. Alexa and Ryan gave each other a long kiss.

            “You’re here!” Alexa shouted excitedly.

            “Damn right we are!” Spencer said happily.

            “Yeah, do you honestly think we’d miss your birthday?” Brendon asked.

            “Of course not.”

            “Exactly.” Jon said triumphantly.

            Ryan then held Alexa. “I missed you so much.” Alexa heard the girls in the audience aw.

            “I missed you to.” She told him.

            “Alexa,” Katy said into the microphone. “Now, I know for a fact that you have a song you wrote with these guys. But you never released it; I believe it’s called A Journey Across the Sea, so how about you perform it?”

            The crowd started cheer wildly.

            Alexa looked at the guys for approval and they said yes. “We’ll do it.” She said into the microphone. Once again the crowd cheered.

            The guys all got into place, and Brendon took the microphone from Katy so that he could sing with Alexa. Brendon started the song off.

            Here we are one and all.

            We’re all standing tall.

            No, we’re not going anywhere.

            Can’t you see?

            This stay is permanent.

            This is no temporary (situation).

           

            Now it’s only getting better.

            We can go so much farther,

            yeah.

            We’ve gotten this far.

            We’ve gotten this far.

            So, let’s go.

            Let’s go.

            Right now.

 

            Make your way past

            and speak the “facts of life”.

            Rumors we’ll never see the light;

            our light is the brightest.

            This is what it is.

            We’re the same,

            but love different.

            Love different.

 

            Now it’s only getting better.

            We can go so much farther,

            yeah.

            We’ve gotten this far.

            We’ve gotten this far.

            So, let’s go.

            Let’s go.

            Right now.

 

            Walked the path

            paved the way

            for others to come.

            You can make it to,

            you can make it to,

            No, it never hurts,

            it never hurts to try.

 

            Now it’s only getting better.

            We can go so much farther,

            yeah.

            We’ve gotten this far.

            We’ve gotten this far.

            So, let’s go.

            Let’s go.

            Right now.

           

            Once they were all done they al went to the front of the stage and took a bow. The crowd cheered the loudest that Alexa had ever heard them. Alexa gripped Ryan’s hand excitedly and he looked at her with a grin on his face. As Alexa continued to look at her surroundings, the stage, the crowd, her friends; she knew that no matter what everything would be okay. That as long as she them, everything would be just right.

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Omg!!! Can you believe that it's over?!?!?! I CANT!! Lol. Wow, thank you all for reading, for all the comments and buzzes; it means a lot to me. You really have no idea. That song is an original, I worte especially for this. And it only took me about ten minutes. Lol.

1.What'd you think of it all?

2.My next fanfic staring Brendon Urie will be up sooner than you think! It stars my bff Liz aka autibabe.

3.Are you writing a fanfic you'd like me to read? Are you going to start one?

4.I still can't believe it's over! I really loved this one.

Comment and buzz you awesome patd lovers!

~Minnie~