I Write Sins Not Tragedies (a Panic! at the Disco story), chapter 7
2 weeks later
(Brendon and Ryan are out of the hospital)
(still Nickie's Point of View)
I walked down the hallway to my bedroom. It was very quiet. That was a good thing. I ran into my bathroom and pulled out some painkillers and gulped them down. I slowly lifted up my shirt to reveal several almost black bruises. I cringed and put some of that fizzy stuff on it. It stung, but I held it in. I looked up. My face was red and tear-stained. I took a wet rag and wiped away all of the wetness and gundge. I applied my make-up and blush so you couldn't even see the slight black eye I had.
All of the sudden from downstairs I heard a door slam and a few footsteps. I froze. Not him...please God not him.
"NICKIE!!" Brendon's voice called happily.
I sighed, "Up here!"
Footsteps came up the stairs until they were right behind me. I looked up. He was wearing a white shirt that said "I died on the Oregon Trail" and tight, black pants and converse. His hair was messy and hanging in his face so his hazel eyes were barely visible.
"Well hi," I smiled, turning around.
"Yo...I just came by to tell you that everyone is going to a party tonight, and we want you to come," he oozed with a cheesey grin.
"Define 'everyone'."
He sighed, "Me, Ry, Spence, Aubrey, Brent, Jon, and other people!" He winked.
"Oh whatever...you guys pick me up or I won't go."
"But we are already picking up everyone, I said"
"I'll sit on your lap," I winked back
"Ok...um...yeah...see you at 7." He hugged me and walked out.
I finished putting on eyeliner and walked downstairs to eat a quick dinner before getting ready for this "party".
I shoved some leftover pasta in my mouth and washed it down with some Mountain Dew. Then I ran upstairs and got dressed in the usual: a MCR tee shirt, some black jeans, Vans, and more eyeliner. I didn't care if I looked gothic, I just wanted to be me...and this is who I am.
I ran downstairs just as I heard a knock at the door. I opened it, and Ryan was there.
"Hey!!" I said happily, hugging him.
"Hey Nicks...you look...wow...um...anyway...let's get out of here!" He grabbed my hand and lead me back to a stuffed car. I stuffed on top of Brendon like I had promised and did our seatbelt.
When we got there, it was nothing like I expected. It was a dance club, but with no drinks (I don't drink, but everybody else does). That was surprising. Music was blasting, and I could hear barely hear the tune of a Green Day song mixed in with all of the loud banging.
I grabbed Ryan's hand and Brendon's with my other hand, and we all walked in, in a big pack. About 30 minutes later, we were having a lot of fun dancing, talking, and everything else. At about 9 the DJ came on.
"Yo everyone, this is for all of those lovely couples, slow dance time!!" And he put on some sappy shit, but I was too busy talking to Aubrey. We had become quite good friends. She was an interesting person. All of the sudden I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around to Ryan looking slightly shy.
"Hey Nicks...do you wanna dance with me?" he said as if he were being careful with what he said.
"Um...yeah..." I got up, and we went out onto the dance floor.
He put his hands around my waist, and I put my arms around his neck. I never noticed that he was taller then me. I always thought we were the same, but I guess not.
"So...you liking the dance so far?" he asked, smiling the cutest smile I'd ever seen.
"Um...yes," I mumbled.
I was scared I was going to pass out. Why hadn't I ever seen him like this before?
"That's good...I think it's really fun. I was never much of a drinker."
"No...that was always Brendon and Jon..."
"Yeah, I know..." He was so close to me now, I could feel his warm breath on my lips.
I wanted to close the 4 inch gap between us, but I knew I couldn't. It would be too awkward, plus I know he doesn't like me that way.
He inched closer till we were centimeters apart.
"You know...you look great tonight," he whispered.
"Thanks...but I always wear this getup."
"I dont care; you look great in everything."
My heart had either started gymnastics or it was being beaten up by my lungs. Damn you lungs, don't gang up on my poor heart.
I blinked and smiled gently. "Thank you...well...you look great in your smile."
He smiled sheepishly.
Damn you heart...lungs, I now give you permission to beat the living shit outta it.
"So do you." His lips brushed mine. I think I was going to pass out.
"Do...do...you...wanna...well..." I stumbled over my own words.
"Kiss you?" he whispered in my ear.
I nodded like an idiot.
"Ok then...I guess I have to." He finally filled the space.
We stood there for a while, just kissing and making out I guess you could call it, until the music stopped. We broke apart and smiled big at each other.
"You know...I've always liked you a lot more then a friend," he said in a "just so you know" tone.
I giggled, "Me too...wait...does this mean...?"
"We're going out? Only if you want it to."
I nodded again.
"Ok...well...we could go back to my house..."
I smiled again. "Sure..."
All of the sudden my cell started ringing. It was a text.
"Hold on, Ry."
He nodded and walked back to a table of grinning friends.
The text read:
WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? YOU LITTLE SLUT!! Get your skinny ass back here now, you are going to have to be punished again...you bitch...it's your own damn fault.
David
I shivered as the pains on my back started to come back. I walked over to everyone.
"Hey guys...I have to go...parents..."
"Ok...can I talk to you?" Ryan said really fast, pushing me over towards the door.
"Ok...I have to ask..." he breathed heavily. "Do you love me?"
I stared at him. Ok lungs, do your thing.
"Um...yes," I blurted without thinking.
I mentally kicked myself, but then realized it was true, I DID love him.
He smiled. "Ok, good, 'cause I love you too...bye." He kissed me really fast before running back inside.
"Um...I'm sorry I won't get to go to your, oh, screw it..."
I sighed. Great. David is now going to ruin this perfect night... Oh well...what is a few bruises and cuts? I'm going out with Ryan Ross.
I jumped on the bus and made my way home.
(Brendon and Ryan are out of the hospital)
(still Nickie's Point of View)
I walked down the hallway to my bedroom. It was very quiet. That was a good thing. I ran into my bathroom and pulled out some painkillers and gulped them down. I slowly lifted up my shirt to reveal several almost black bruises. I cringed and put some of that fizzy stuff on it. It stung, but I held it in. I looked up. My face was red and tear-stained. I took a wet rag and wiped away all of the wetness and gundge. I applied my make-up and blush so you couldn't even see the slight black eye I had.
All of the sudden from downstairs I heard a door slam and a few footsteps. I froze. Not him...please God not him.
"NICKIE!!" Brendon's voice called happily.
I sighed, "Up here!"
Footsteps came up the stairs until they were right behind me. I looked up. He was wearing a white shirt that said "I died on the Oregon Trail" and tight, black pants and converse. His hair was messy and hanging in his face so his hazel eyes were barely visible.
"Well hi," I smiled, turning around.
"Yo...I just came by to tell you that everyone is going to a party tonight, and we want you to come," he oozed with a cheesey grin.
"Define 'everyone'."
He sighed, "Me, Ry, Spence, Aubrey, Brent, Jon, and other people!" He winked.
"Oh whatever...you guys pick me up or I won't go."
"But we are already picking up everyone, I said"
"I'll sit on your lap," I winked back
"Ok...um...yeah...see you at 7." He hugged me and walked out.
I finished putting on eyeliner and walked downstairs to eat a quick dinner before getting ready for this "party".
I shoved some leftover pasta in my mouth and washed it down with some Mountain Dew. Then I ran upstairs and got dressed in the usual: a MCR tee shirt, some black jeans, Vans, and more eyeliner. I didn't care if I looked gothic, I just wanted to be me...and this is who I am.
I ran downstairs just as I heard a knock at the door. I opened it, and Ryan was there.
"Hey!!" I said happily, hugging him.
"Hey Nicks...you look...wow...um...anyway...let's get out of here!" He grabbed my hand and lead me back to a stuffed car. I stuffed on top of Brendon like I had promised and did our seatbelt.
When we got there, it was nothing like I expected. It was a dance club, but with no drinks (I don't drink, but everybody else does). That was surprising. Music was blasting, and I could hear barely hear the tune of a Green Day song mixed in with all of the loud banging.
I grabbed Ryan's hand and Brendon's with my other hand, and we all walked in, in a big pack. About 30 minutes later, we were having a lot of fun dancing, talking, and everything else. At about 9 the DJ came on.
"Yo everyone, this is for all of those lovely couples, slow dance time!!" And he put on some sappy shit, but I was too busy talking to Aubrey. We had become quite good friends. She was an interesting person. All of the sudden I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around to Ryan looking slightly shy.
"Hey Nicks...do you wanna dance with me?" he said as if he were being careful with what he said.
"Um...yeah..." I got up, and we went out onto the dance floor.
He put his hands around my waist, and I put my arms around his neck. I never noticed that he was taller then me. I always thought we were the same, but I guess not.
"So...you liking the dance so far?" he asked, smiling the cutest smile I'd ever seen.
"Um...yes," I mumbled.
I was scared I was going to pass out. Why hadn't I ever seen him like this before?
"That's good...I think it's really fun. I was never much of a drinker."
"No...that was always Brendon and Jon..."
"Yeah, I know..." He was so close to me now, I could feel his warm breath on my lips.
I wanted to close the 4 inch gap between us, but I knew I couldn't. It would be too awkward, plus I know he doesn't like me that way.
He inched closer till we were centimeters apart.
"You know...you look great tonight," he whispered.
"Thanks...but I always wear this getup."
"I dont care; you look great in everything."
My heart had either started gymnastics or it was being beaten up by my lungs. Damn you lungs, don't gang up on my poor heart.
I blinked and smiled gently. "Thank you...well...you look great in your smile."
He smiled sheepishly.
Damn you heart...lungs, I now give you permission to beat the living shit outta it.
"So do you." His lips brushed mine. I think I was going to pass out.
"Do...do...you...wanna...well..." I stumbled over my own words.
"Kiss you?" he whispered in my ear.
I nodded like an idiot.
"Ok then...I guess I have to." He finally filled the space.
We stood there for a while, just kissing and making out I guess you could call it, until the music stopped. We broke apart and smiled big at each other.
"You know...I've always liked you a lot more then a friend," he said in a "just so you know" tone.
I giggled, "Me too...wait...does this mean...?"
"We're going out? Only if you want it to."
I nodded again.
"Ok...well...we could go back to my house..."
I smiled again. "Sure..."
All of the sudden my cell started ringing. It was a text.
"Hold on, Ry."
He nodded and walked back to a table of grinning friends.
The text read:
WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? YOU LITTLE SLUT!! Get your skinny ass back here now, you are going to have to be punished again...you bitch...it's your own damn fault.
David
I shivered as the pains on my back started to come back. I walked over to everyone.
"Hey guys...I have to go...parents..."
"Ok...can I talk to you?" Ryan said really fast, pushing me over towards the door.
"Ok...I have to ask..." he breathed heavily. "Do you love me?"
I stared at him. Ok lungs, do your thing.
"Um...yes," I blurted without thinking.
I mentally kicked myself, but then realized it was true, I DID love him.
He smiled. "Ok, good, 'cause I love you too...bye." He kissed me really fast before running back inside.
"Um...I'm sorry I won't get to go to your, oh, screw it..."
I sighed. Great. David is now going to ruin this perfect night... Oh well...what is a few bruises and cuts? I'm going out with Ryan Ross.
I jumped on the bus and made my way home.
