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twentysomething at 07:49pm on 23/11/2010 under bandom, brendon/spencer, fic, p!atd, wipvember
twentysomething at 07:49pm on 23/11/2010 under bandom, brendon/spencer, fic, p!atd, wipvemberAnd my sight grew dim--
Fandom: Bandom- P!ATD
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer, Me/Shame
Summary: "The only thing that really gets him through any of the days is Mr. Wentz. Which is unfortunate, because he's tried to explain in the most vague way possible that he can't join Mr. Wentz's new Glee club because then no one else in the school will join. But Mr. Wentz is well... Mr. Wentz, which is why he finds himself in the choir room after school anyway."
Length: 1900 wordsish.
Warnings: OH MY GOD BANDOM. PLUS GLEE. PLUS BANDSLAM. FML.
Notes: This is- in every fucking way-merelyn's fault.
IN EVERY WAY.
Brendon isn't a diva. He's not.
But he doesn't know how to talk to people- he's never known how to talk to people and somehow that's translated into a reputation for being high-strung or something and suddenly everyone thinks he's the biggest diva since VH1 threw Celine, Gloria, Aretha, Shania and Mariah into a series of concerts.
But the fact that's he's not a diva doesn't seem to seem to stop him from getting a slushie facial every day. He's shaking the ice chunks out of his hair and wondering if he needs to change his hoodie too, or just his t-shirt. Brendon absently thinks that he should start tie-dyeing his tshirts so that people will assume he's already been slushied and ignore him- well, ignore him more.
The only thing that really gets him through any of the days is Mr. Wentz. Which is unfortunate, because he's tried to explain in the most vague way possible that he can't join Mr. Wentz's new Glee club because then no one else in the school will join. But Mr. Wentz is well... Mr. Wentz, which is why he finds himself in the choir room after school anyway.
Brendon doesn't have an ego. But he knows he's a good singer and a good instrumentalist, even if he doesn't get why that makes other kids mad at him all the time. The other kids in the room are sort of looking at him like he's totally toxic- Brendon hums a snatch of "Toxic" under his breath- even if he doesn't know any of them, really. Brendon is really good at talking, but not really good at talking to people. There is just a crucial difference, there. He's not good at figuring that out until he's 3 minutes into a conversation with someone who gives no fuck about how Pacific Overtures is one of Sondheim's most underrated musicals- which it is- before the man started sucking. That's usually when he gets thrown into a dumpster. Or, if it's a good day, just told to shut up and go away.
He knows most of their names and they all look familiar- in that they've all been around each other since they were kids but Brendon doesn't know any of them. But that doesn't stop him from wanting to know them. There's a kid in the back who has more facial hair than anyone else in this high school, which is to say it's sort of a shadow of a beard. But he looks nice in a sort of absent way, his fingers plucking absently at his jeans like maybe he plays the guitar, too. Brendon thinks maybe they could be friends.
In a surprising twist, there are as many guys in the room as girls. Vicky T is sitting next to her terrifying boyfriend, Gabe, who dresses like an electric light show- and this is coming from a guy who wears a lilac hoodie and red glasses. Greta- who had been friends with Brendon once upon a time when they were toddlers and grown out of it- and Maya, the exchange student, who Brendon thinks was probably misled here. Even Haley, who's sort of popular, is here, looking around the room furtively. And that being said, there's Gabe, him, maybe-friend-beard, and Ryan Ross sitting in the very front, looking determined and vaguely bored at the same time. It's a special Ryan Ross sort of thing. Ryan is popular with the drama crowd, by dint of probably being full of emotion.
And then Spencer Smith walks into the room.
Brendon shouldn't be surprised, because Spencer is Ryan's best friend, but holy crap.
Brendon has been half in love with Spencer since eighth grade and it hasn't gotten any better in the intervening three years. (Half may be a whole understatement.)
Spencer Smith is a god.
Okay, maybe a lesser deity, but still, Brenden kind of thinks he was dipped in gold or chocolate or something awesome.
Brendon has avoided talking to Spencer at all costs, because he finds there's a direct correlation between him talking to someone and them hating him, but Mr. Wentz is apparently no longer Brendon's favorite teacher and has instead been abducted by Satan to ruin Brendon's life. Because Mr. Wentz has assigned them all "partners" to discuss what kind of music they want to do and because there is no god, he's paired up with Spencer.
"So, SpencerSmith, what made you join glee club?" Brendon asks in a rush, just glad that he didn't say anything like "I worship everything you stand for." Spencer rolls his eyes.
"Ryan, naturally. He's totally in love with Greta and made me join with him," Spencer says, like he's inviting Brendon into his confidence, and that's awesome. "What about you, Brendon?"
Brendon bites his tongue, which, ow, that really freaking hurts, but he also managed not to say "you know my name," so, there is that. But after a stupidly long pause, he realizes Spencer is still waiting for a response.
"Uh, Mr. Wentz sort of made me," he blurts out instead, and after Spencer takes a second to decompress it, since Brendon said it at the speed of light, he raises his eyebrows in this way that is effortlessly cool.
"But I thought you liked singing?" Spencer asks. Brendon thinks this might be the most amazing and simultaneously mortifying conversation of his entire life. And that includes the one with his mother and father about physical urges.
"Uh, I do?" Brendon agrees, because singing is awesome, he loves singing, but he dropped out of church choir for a reason and he doesn't know how to say it in a non-douchebag way. That he was tired of people hating him for things- talents, his mother says- he can't control. But Spencer eventually just shrugs at him.
"I'm a terrible singer," Spencer says. Brendon raises his eyebrows, but he suspects it just makes him look spastic.
"Uh, you know, in glee club... you're supposed to sing. And dance in costume, but mostly sing," Brendon tries, because he is logically aware that Spencer cannot be good at everything, but this is an unforeseen complication. Spencer shrugs.
"Frankly, I'd rather be drumming, but Ryan insisted, so I'll just make Mr. Wentz the bad guy when he kicks me out for gross incompetence." Spencer says calmly and Brendon cannot stop himself from checking out Spencer's arms. They look solid, like drummer's arms and Brendon has a hallucinatory moment of imagining Spencer in a band. Brendon fights the urge to actually shake his head free of the image, but that's because it's delightful and may or may not (definitely does) go into Brendon's spank bank.
"I'm sure you don't sing that badly," Brendon finds himself saying. Spencer shakes his head with this little grin that makes Brendon feel funny all over.
"I make children cry, Brendon." Spencer promises and it says something about how totally, embarrassingly gone Brendon is over Spencer that that is endearing.
"Maybe it's not your singing, maybe it's the children. Kids like Justin Beiber, after all, which, terrible judges of taste, right?" Brendon babbles inanely. But Spencer laughs and holy crap, that's awesome.
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But it's really not the kids and Mr. Wentz has Spencer play in the band, after all.
Don't get him wrong- it's not bad. Brendon can fantasize about Spencer from across the room just as easily, and Spencer seems to be enjoying himself a lot more from behind a drum set and well, he's really good. But things go really awesome for a couple of months, and it doesn't help Brendon be any less hopelessly and obviously in love with Spencer, either.
Which is probably why Ryan Ross corners him in the girls' bathroom.
"This is the girls' bathroom," Brendon points out, both helpfully and in vain. Ryan glares at him. Brendon's hoping this is about the Beach Boys' solo Ryan really wants.
"Spencer is my best friend," Ryan says, folding his skinny, sharp arms over his chest. So, it's obvious day, then.
"Yes?" Brendon hazards. Ryan narrows his (totally) eyeliner-smudged eyes at him.
"Don't be an idiot, Urie," Ryan says, walking out with a long, put-upon sigh. Brendon knows he should leave before, you know, a girl walks in (as would be her right) but he's so totally baffled by the subtext- which was more like unseen subtitles in like, whatever language they speak in Burkina Faso- of that conversation.
Luckily, the first girl to walk in is Haley, who just looks at Brendon like he's a really dumb dog that can't help itself (not so far from the truth) and bodily forces him from the room.
Brendon's still trying to figure out what Ryan could have possibly meant (or have thought, putting that many roses on a vest) when he literally bumps into Spencer.
"Oh, hey, Brendon," Spencer says, his hand curving around Brendon's elbow, steadying them both. Brendon tries not to hyperventilate. "You play the guitar, right?" Brendon can feel the heat from Spencer's hand- his large, warm, calloused drummer's hand- and he has a severe case of word vomit.
"Uh, yeah, guitar and piano and bass, and uh, accordians and cellos and organs and, oh, drums, too," Brendon tries to pretty much shrink into nothingness but it's not working. Spencer is staring at him intently.
"And you sing," Spencer adds, and Brendon feels like a tool and maybe even a diva, because, wow, that just makes him sound like Janet from The Magic School Bus and she was a bitch. Spencer nods and "hm"s, sort of to himself.
"Okay, I'm keeping you," Spencer finally says. Brendon blinks and thinks Leonardo DiCaprio might be in his brain. "Glee is great and everything, but Ryan and I have been talking to Jon and we really want to do this battle of the bands thing, it's in a couple of months and we want you to be our lead singer."
"I- what- Ryan," Brendon tries, because he's not managing full sentences at the moment. Spencer shrugs.
"We all talked about it and you're the best, Brendon." Spencer blows his bangs out of his eyes, like he doesn't know this is the first time anyone's ever wanted Brendon to be part of anything. "Because seriously, there are these douchebags at our old school and Ryan is going to sulk forever if we don't at least beat them, and well, like I said." Spencer smiles at Brendon, bright and perfect.
"You're the best," Spencer says simply and shrugs. "I mean, Ryan will have to say you have to audition, but it's all for show." He frowns abruptly. "And you don't have to or anything, I-" Brendon waves his hands frantically.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Brendon says, practically clutching at the lapels of Spencer's jacket. "I- I want to." Brendon can feel himself grinning, and he probably looks crazy, but Spencer is smiling back and nothing has ever been so great.
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Halfway through the "audition" Jon throws a twizzler at Ryan and Brendon is in the band.
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The band is 99.99% blessing and 0.01% curse.
Brendon has friends, actual friends for the first time since he could dress himself, and they love music and do stupid bro shit together and Brendon spends hours and hours of time with Spencer Smith.
Which would also be the curse, because despite the fact that Brendon now knows that Spencer is utterly insane about his shoes and has a tendency to whistle while he sleeps, it somehow doesn’t make Brendon any less in love with him.
Yeah, it makes it worse.
Fandom: Bandom- P!ATD
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer, Me/Shame
Summary: "The only thing that really gets him through any of the days is Mr. Wentz. Which is unfortunate, because he's tried to explain in the most vague way possible that he can't join Mr. Wentz's new Glee club because then no one else in the school will join. But Mr. Wentz is well... Mr. Wentz, which is why he finds himself in the choir room after school anyway."
Length: 1900 wordsish.
Warnings: OH MY GOD BANDOM. PLUS GLEE. PLUS BANDSLAM. FML.
Notes: This is- in every fucking way-
merelyn's fault.IN EVERY WAY.
Brendon isn't a diva. He's not.
But he doesn't know how to talk to people- he's never known how to talk to people and somehow that's translated into a reputation for being high-strung or something and suddenly everyone thinks he's the biggest diva since VH1 threw Celine, Gloria, Aretha, Shania and Mariah into a series of concerts.
But the fact that's he's not a diva doesn't seem to seem to stop him from getting a slushie facial every day. He's shaking the ice chunks out of his hair and wondering if he needs to change his hoodie too, or just his t-shirt. Brendon absently thinks that he should start tie-dyeing his tshirts so that people will assume he's already been slushied and ignore him- well, ignore him more.
The only thing that really gets him through any of the days is Mr. Wentz. Which is unfortunate, because he's tried to explain in the most vague way possible that he can't join Mr. Wentz's new Glee club because then no one else in the school will join. But Mr. Wentz is well... Mr. Wentz, which is why he finds himself in the choir room after school anyway.
Brendon doesn't have an ego. But he knows he's a good singer and a good instrumentalist, even if he doesn't get why that makes other kids mad at him all the time. The other kids in the room are sort of looking at him like he's totally toxic- Brendon hums a snatch of "Toxic" under his breath- even if he doesn't know any of them, really. Brendon is really good at talking, but not really good at talking to people. There is just a crucial difference, there. He's not good at figuring that out until he's 3 minutes into a conversation with someone who gives no fuck about how Pacific Overtures is one of Sondheim's most underrated musicals- which it is- before the man started sucking. That's usually when he gets thrown into a dumpster. Or, if it's a good day, just told to shut up and go away.
He knows most of their names and they all look familiar- in that they've all been around each other since they were kids but Brendon doesn't know any of them. But that doesn't stop him from wanting to know them. There's a kid in the back who has more facial hair than anyone else in this high school, which is to say it's sort of a shadow of a beard. But he looks nice in a sort of absent way, his fingers plucking absently at his jeans like maybe he plays the guitar, too. Brendon thinks maybe they could be friends.
In a surprising twist, there are as many guys in the room as girls. Vicky T is sitting next to her terrifying boyfriend, Gabe, who dresses like an electric light show- and this is coming from a guy who wears a lilac hoodie and red glasses. Greta- who had been friends with Brendon once upon a time when they were toddlers and grown out of it- and Maya, the exchange student, who Brendon thinks was probably misled here. Even Haley, who's sort of popular, is here, looking around the room furtively. And that being said, there's Gabe, him, maybe-friend-beard, and Ryan Ross sitting in the very front, looking determined and vaguely bored at the same time. It's a special Ryan Ross sort of thing. Ryan is popular with the drama crowd, by dint of probably being full of emotion.
And then Spencer Smith walks into the room.
Brendon shouldn't be surprised, because Spencer is Ryan's best friend, but holy crap.
Brendon has been half in love with Spencer since eighth grade and it hasn't gotten any better in the intervening three years. (Half may be a whole understatement.)
Spencer Smith is a god.
Okay, maybe a lesser deity, but still, Brenden kind of thinks he was dipped in gold or chocolate or something awesome.
Brendon has avoided talking to Spencer at all costs, because he finds there's a direct correlation between him talking to someone and them hating him, but Mr. Wentz is apparently no longer Brendon's favorite teacher and has instead been abducted by Satan to ruin Brendon's life. Because Mr. Wentz has assigned them all "partners" to discuss what kind of music they want to do and because there is no god, he's paired up with Spencer.
"So, SpencerSmith, what made you join glee club?" Brendon asks in a rush, just glad that he didn't say anything like "I worship everything you stand for." Spencer rolls his eyes.
"Ryan, naturally. He's totally in love with Greta and made me join with him," Spencer says, like he's inviting Brendon into his confidence, and that's awesome. "What about you, Brendon?"
Brendon bites his tongue, which, ow, that really freaking hurts, but he also managed not to say "you know my name," so, there is that. But after a stupidly long pause, he realizes Spencer is still waiting for a response.
"Uh, Mr. Wentz sort of made me," he blurts out instead, and after Spencer takes a second to decompress it, since Brendon said it at the speed of light, he raises his eyebrows in this way that is effortlessly cool.
"But I thought you liked singing?" Spencer asks. Brendon thinks this might be the most amazing and simultaneously mortifying conversation of his entire life. And that includes the one with his mother and father about physical urges.
"Uh, I do?" Brendon agrees, because singing is awesome, he loves singing, but he dropped out of church choir for a reason and he doesn't know how to say it in a non-douchebag way. That he was tired of people hating him for things- talents, his mother says- he can't control. But Spencer eventually just shrugs at him.
"I'm a terrible singer," Spencer says. Brendon raises his eyebrows, but he suspects it just makes him look spastic.
"Uh, you know, in glee club... you're supposed to sing. And dance in costume, but mostly sing," Brendon tries, because he is logically aware that Spencer cannot be good at everything, but this is an unforeseen complication. Spencer shrugs.
"Frankly, I'd rather be drumming, but Ryan insisted, so I'll just make Mr. Wentz the bad guy when he kicks me out for gross incompetence." Spencer says calmly and Brendon cannot stop himself from checking out Spencer's arms. They look solid, like drummer's arms and Brendon has a hallucinatory moment of imagining Spencer in a band. Brendon fights the urge to actually shake his head free of the image, but that's because it's delightful and may or may not (definitely does) go into Brendon's spank bank.
"I'm sure you don't sing that badly," Brendon finds himself saying. Spencer shakes his head with this little grin that makes Brendon feel funny all over.
"I make children cry, Brendon." Spencer promises and it says something about how totally, embarrassingly gone Brendon is over Spencer that that is endearing.
"Maybe it's not your singing, maybe it's the children. Kids like Justin Beiber, after all, which, terrible judges of taste, right?" Brendon babbles inanely. But Spencer laughs and holy crap, that's awesome.
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But it's really not the kids and Mr. Wentz has Spencer play in the band, after all.
Don't get him wrong- it's not bad. Brendon can fantasize about Spencer from across the room just as easily, and Spencer seems to be enjoying himself a lot more from behind a drum set and well, he's really good. But things go really awesome for a couple of months, and it doesn't help Brendon be any less hopelessly and obviously in love with Spencer, either.
Which is probably why Ryan Ross corners him in the girls' bathroom.
"This is the girls' bathroom," Brendon points out, both helpfully and in vain. Ryan glares at him. Brendon's hoping this is about the Beach Boys' solo Ryan really wants.
"Spencer is my best friend," Ryan says, folding his skinny, sharp arms over his chest. So, it's obvious day, then.
"Yes?" Brendon hazards. Ryan narrows his (totally) eyeliner-smudged eyes at him.
"Don't be an idiot, Urie," Ryan says, walking out with a long, put-upon sigh. Brendon knows he should leave before, you know, a girl walks in (as would be her right) but he's so totally baffled by the subtext- which was more like unseen subtitles in like, whatever language they speak in Burkina Faso- of that conversation.
Luckily, the first girl to walk in is Haley, who just looks at Brendon like he's a really dumb dog that can't help itself (not so far from the truth) and bodily forces him from the room.
Brendon's still trying to figure out what Ryan could have possibly meant (or have thought, putting that many roses on a vest) when he literally bumps into Spencer.
"Oh, hey, Brendon," Spencer says, his hand curving around Brendon's elbow, steadying them both. Brendon tries not to hyperventilate. "You play the guitar, right?" Brendon can feel the heat from Spencer's hand- his large, warm, calloused drummer's hand- and he has a severe case of word vomit.
"Uh, yeah, guitar and piano and bass, and uh, accordians and cellos and organs and, oh, drums, too," Brendon tries to pretty much shrink into nothingness but it's not working. Spencer is staring at him intently.
"And you sing," Spencer adds, and Brendon feels like a tool and maybe even a diva, because, wow, that just makes him sound like Janet from The Magic School Bus and she was a bitch. Spencer nods and "hm"s, sort of to himself.
"Okay, I'm keeping you," Spencer finally says. Brendon blinks and thinks Leonardo DiCaprio might be in his brain. "Glee is great and everything, but Ryan and I have been talking to Jon and we really want to do this battle of the bands thing, it's in a couple of months and we want you to be our lead singer."
"I- what- Ryan," Brendon tries, because he's not managing full sentences at the moment. Spencer shrugs.
"We all talked about it and you're the best, Brendon." Spencer blows his bangs out of his eyes, like he doesn't know this is the first time anyone's ever wanted Brendon to be part of anything. "Because seriously, there are these douchebags at our old school and Ryan is going to sulk forever if we don't at least beat them, and well, like I said." Spencer smiles at Brendon, bright and perfect.
"You're the best," Spencer says simply and shrugs. "I mean, Ryan will have to say you have to audition, but it's all for show." He frowns abruptly. "And you don't have to or anything, I-" Brendon waves his hands frantically.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Brendon says, practically clutching at the lapels of Spencer's jacket. "I- I want to." Brendon can feel himself grinning, and he probably looks crazy, but Spencer is smiling back and nothing has ever been so great.
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Halfway through the "audition" Jon throws a twizzler at Ryan and Brendon is in the band.
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The band is 99.99% blessing and 0.01% curse.
Brendon has friends, actual friends for the first time since he could dress himself, and they love music and do stupid bro shit together and Brendon spends hours and hours of time with Spencer Smith.
Which would also be the curse, because despite the fact that Brendon now knows that Spencer is utterly insane about his shoes and has a tendency to whistle while he sleeps, it somehow doesn’t make Brendon any less in love with him.
Yeah, it makes it worse.
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*wraps this fic around me like a blanket*
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NICER
it's a trapSHH JUST COME
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That you have that ready to hand is seriously creepy. ::grin:: I like it.
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That being said, this was utterly delightful!
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Thanks!
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