random ficleting
Nov. 25th, 2007 12:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
violaceaPosting this here for ... posterity? I wandered past the Bandom Mistletoe Meme tonight, and before I knew it I was committing an act of genderswap. Unbeta'd, short, maybe I'll do something else with it sometime? Who the hell knows?
For most of the night, Ryan has been content to sit on the couch at the side of the room, drinking and watching Pete and Ashlee lead the photographers on a merry chase over at the bar. ("Is it weird," Jon asked her as he slid in next to her, "to see your ex-boyfriend making out with another girl?" Ryan just shook her head. "Nah, it's not like I wasn't watching him do it when we were together, too.") She likes being left alone, observing. She's always liked observing, but before - before fame, before laying herself open on a million CDs - there used to be an edge to it, jealousy aimed at those who were living normal, happy lives, she supposed. Nowadays ... well, her life isn't really so much normal, not really, but she surprises herself with happy every once in a while. Like tonight.
The party is winding down, though; the few media types have gone on to more scandalous parties, and those party-goers who haven't left are scattered into various corners of the room, having quiet conversations. Jon and Cassie left a while ago, and Ryan hasn't seen Brendon in hours. Pete's got Ashlee perched on his lap, and the crowd gathered around them seems to be deep in a friendly debate. Ryan knows she could join in, if she wanted, but she's just not feeling that social. It's just pleasant to know she has the option.
She glances towards the door to the balcony. Spencer is standing there, observing the room with, she knows, a similar look to the one on her own face. They've been friends long enough, their expressions started to mirror each other far too many years ago. His eyes will always be familiar to her ... otherwise, she thinks, he looks so different than he used to. So much like an adult. She isn't sure of the precise moment Spencer became a man, possibly with a capital M, but she knows something recently has clicked inside of her, flipping the switch that once pointed to "best friend" to ... well, something different. She hasn't examined it closely just yet.
She unfolds herself from the couch and makes her way over to Spencer. When his eyes land on her, his mouth turns upwards into an easy grin. Something in her stomach tumbles. "Merry Christmas," he says. "Haven't seen you all night."
"I've been right here," she says, poking his arm as she leans against the door frame. "You're the one who disappeared."
"Yeah, well, Patrick sidetracked me with some recordings. Possibly, I was an excuse to avoid the photographers, I didn't ask."
"He's made avoidance an art form, that's for damned sure." Ryan's gaze flicks upwards as she smiles. A flash of green catches her eye, and suddenly her smile widens. "Trust Pete, man."
"Trust Pete with what?"
She can almost hear Pete's voice in her head. "Go on, it's in the rules, Ross!" She figures she's about five seconds away from Pete noticing that they're standing there, anyway, and causing a scene. "Trust Pete to go for the full Christmas decoration experience." She thinks about explaining, but instead, she simply leans over and presses her lips to Spencer's.
It's a chaste kiss; his lips are warm against hers, and he smells vaguely like aftershave. Nothing more graphic than they've done for years, hugs and pecks and friendly type things. Nothing at all to justify the somersaults her stomach does when he reaches up to touch her cheek, just before she pulls away.
His eyes are closed. Something about that nearly breaks Ryan into pieces. When they open, she points up. "Mistletoe. Merry Christmas, Spence."
She walks away before she can see his response.
I kinda have a whole universe in my head with girl!Ryan. Actually, in that mental universe, girl!Patrick also exists, and there's a whole weird thing between them - Ryan totally idolized Trish before meeting FOB, because she was a girl in a rock band who actually rocked and didn't just stick out her chest and strut around stage, and that was completely awesome. But, when Panic! actually met FOB, Trish was really cold to Ryan. Ryan was actually privately devastated, even though she always played it off like she didn't care. It didn't occur to her until much later that it might have had something to do with the fact that Ryan was cheerfully messing around with Pete. But, once she realizes it, Ryan kind of feels like smacking both of them upside the head. Because, really, it's one of the basic truths of the universe - the grass is green, water is wet, Pete Wentz loves Patricia Stump more than anyone else in the universe. How Trish was ever actually jealous of Ryan, Ryan will never ever know. But, she kinda really wants to be friends with Trish now, because she totally knows what it's like to have a thing for your best friend, and would really like some moral support over here.
Maybe someday, I'll actually get around to writing all the shit in my head. Sometime that isn't right now. ::grin::
For most of the night, Ryan has been content to sit on the couch at the side of the room, drinking and watching Pete and Ashlee lead the photographers on a merry chase over at the bar. ("Is it weird," Jon asked her as he slid in next to her, "to see your ex-boyfriend making out with another girl?" Ryan just shook her head. "Nah, it's not like I wasn't watching him do it when we were together, too.") She likes being left alone, observing. She's always liked observing, but before - before fame, before laying herself open on a million CDs - there used to be an edge to it, jealousy aimed at those who were living normal, happy lives, she supposed. Nowadays ... well, her life isn't really so much normal, not really, but she surprises herself with happy every once in a while. Like tonight.
The party is winding down, though; the few media types have gone on to more scandalous parties, and those party-goers who haven't left are scattered into various corners of the room, having quiet conversations. Jon and Cassie left a while ago, and Ryan hasn't seen Brendon in hours. Pete's got Ashlee perched on his lap, and the crowd gathered around them seems to be deep in a friendly debate. Ryan knows she could join in, if she wanted, but she's just not feeling that social. It's just pleasant to know she has the option.
She glances towards the door to the balcony. Spencer is standing there, observing the room with, she knows, a similar look to the one on her own face. They've been friends long enough, their expressions started to mirror each other far too many years ago. His eyes will always be familiar to her ... otherwise, she thinks, he looks so different than he used to. So much like an adult. She isn't sure of the precise moment Spencer became a man, possibly with a capital M, but she knows something recently has clicked inside of her, flipping the switch that once pointed to "best friend" to ... well, something different. She hasn't examined it closely just yet.
She unfolds herself from the couch and makes her way over to Spencer. When his eyes land on her, his mouth turns upwards into an easy grin. Something in her stomach tumbles. "Merry Christmas," he says. "Haven't seen you all night."
"I've been right here," she says, poking his arm as she leans against the door frame. "You're the one who disappeared."
"Yeah, well, Patrick sidetracked me with some recordings. Possibly, I was an excuse to avoid the photographers, I didn't ask."
"He's made avoidance an art form, that's for damned sure." Ryan's gaze flicks upwards as she smiles. A flash of green catches her eye, and suddenly her smile widens. "Trust Pete, man."
"Trust Pete with what?"
She can almost hear Pete's voice in her head. "Go on, it's in the rules, Ross!" She figures she's about five seconds away from Pete noticing that they're standing there, anyway, and causing a scene. "Trust Pete to go for the full Christmas decoration experience." She thinks about explaining, but instead, she simply leans over and presses her lips to Spencer's.
It's a chaste kiss; his lips are warm against hers, and he smells vaguely like aftershave. Nothing more graphic than they've done for years, hugs and pecks and friendly type things. Nothing at all to justify the somersaults her stomach does when he reaches up to touch her cheek, just before she pulls away.
His eyes are closed. Something about that nearly breaks Ryan into pieces. When they open, she points up. "Mistletoe. Merry Christmas, Spence."
She walks away before she can see his response.
I kinda have a whole universe in my head with girl!Ryan. Actually, in that mental universe, girl!Patrick also exists, and there's a whole weird thing between them - Ryan totally idolized Trish before meeting FOB, because she was a girl in a rock band who actually rocked and didn't just stick out her chest and strut around stage, and that was completely awesome. But, when Panic! actually met FOB, Trish was really cold to Ryan. Ryan was actually privately devastated, even though she always played it off like she didn't care. It didn't occur to her until much later that it might have had something to do with the fact that Ryan was cheerfully messing around with Pete. But, once she realizes it, Ryan kind of feels like smacking both of them upside the head. Because, really, it's one of the basic truths of the universe - the grass is green, water is wet, Pete Wentz loves Patricia Stump more than anyone else in the universe. How Trish was ever actually jealous of Ryan, Ryan will never ever know. But, she kinda really wants to be friends with Trish now, because she totally knows what it's like to have a thing for your best friend, and would really like some moral support over here.
Maybe someday, I'll actually get around to writing all the shit in my head. Sometime that isn't right now. ::grin::
