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why_me_why_notSense of Adventure
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why_me_why_not and ashlein
Brendon/Spencer || 1120 words
Beta'd byirisgirl12000
Dislaimer: Not mine, all lies.
Summary: Spencer has no sense of adventure & he's oppressing Brendon's creative freedom.
A/N: A bit of nonsense from emails thatashlein and I were sending back and forth. If you think this is bad, wait until you see what else we're working on. :)
Brendon knows he’s not going to get away with it for long, sneaking out in the middle of the day to play music on a street corner and see if he can make money without anyone knowing who he is, but it’s still worth it. Playing for the fun of it, no set list to follow, a perfect combination of cover songs and shit he just makes up on a whim. And it’s not like he keeps the money. He stops on his way back to the buses and donates it. A food bank in one city, an animal shelter in another. It’s never much but it’s something, especially if Brendon matches it with his own money, and it’s enough to make Brendon feel good.
Just because he expects to get caught, though, doesn’t mean he’s not surprised when a very familiar pair of sneakers stops at his guitar case.
“Brendon. What the hell are you doing?”
Brendon glances up at Spencer, all innocence and sunshine in his smile. “Brendon? I’m sorry, my name’s not Brendon. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” And he immediately turns his attention back to the girl in front, who had spent most of her lunch break trying to come up with a request that Brendon didn’t know.
Spencer doesn’t argue, which Brendon should probably realize is a bad sign. Instead he just sighs and retreats a few feet away. Brendon assumes he’s just keeping watch until Brendon decides he’s done, but Brendon should have remembered that Spencer is sneaky. Brendon’s in the middle of a song when someone comes up behind him, lifts him up, and carries him off. Zack doesn’t even let him finish, just ushers him back to the bus.
Brendon struggles a little bit and tries to explain, but Zack just says, “Shut it, Urie. And next time, come up with a better disguise than a hat.”
Spencer acts like he wants Brendon to thank him for picking up his guitar case and bringing it back to the bus, but Brendon spends the rest of the day grumbling about Spencer being a filthy, rotten traitor.
When it’s just the two of them sitting in silence backstage, waiting for their time to shine, Brendon looks at Spencer and says, “Jon wouldn’t have ratted me out.” Brendon knows all about playing siblings against one another; it’s a skill that comes in handy for a youngest child.
Spencer just looks at him calmly. “It’s a good thing Jon wasn’t there. Remember the time you two almost got yourselves sold into overseas slavery?”
“That totally wasn’t our fault!” Brendon insists, even though he’s tried to explain this more than once already. “Ryan didn’t have his wallet but he really wanted that hat, and there were accents involved, and it was just a giant miscommunication!”
“That’s all the more reason for you not to be allowed out on your own,” Spencer points out. “Ryan didn’t have his wallet, but you still had yours!”
Brendon casts a dismissive wave of his hand in Spencer’s direction. “You have no sense of adventure.”
Spencer rolls his eyes. “I do so have a sense of adventure. I just prefer my adventures to have soft beds and Zack.”
Brendon pouts. “Why don't you love me, Spencer Smith? Why are you oppressing my creative freedom?”
“I do love you. That’s why I'm oppressing your creative freedom. Your creative freedom is going to result in you being mauled by fourteen year olds.”
“It was the middle of the day. In the business district. There were no fourteen year olds.”
"Then you would have been kidnapped by one of those crazy fangirls Zack talks to on Livejournal. You know most of them have Real Lives."
"Well, maybe they would have let me sing Savage Garden without mocking me.” Brendon flings open the door with a flourish – he’s really not that upset, but sometimes being overdramatic is fun. "They love me for my voice!"
"They love you for your ass!" Spencer yells after him.
Brendon yells back, “Like you don’t!” He knows Spencer is grinning even though he can’t see it.
The show is awesome, and Brendon’s happy for a while afterwards, but then they go out to grab a bite to eat at an IHOP that’s next to the community center Brendon had planned on making a donation to. Brendon is cranky all through the meal, and he keeps muttering under his breath about traitors and Judas and what are possibly the lyrics to a Foreigner song. He doesn't speak to Spencer. Spencer pretends not to be bothered, but he clearly is because Brendon usually gets over these moods pretty quickly.
The next day, Spencer goes missing for hours and Brendon's a little peeved that Spencer is allowed to go off on his own when Brendon isn't even allowed to make a 3am munchie run with Trohman without Zack or Dre tagging along, but whatever. Brendon brightens up when Spencer shows back up with a couple large bags.
"Oh, Spencer, you do love me!" Brendon says, clapping his hands. "What did you buy me?"
Spencer rolls his eyes as he sets the bags down. "You can't go play street corners with just a hat for a disguise, dumbass."
Spencer starts pulling out all of this stuff which, when Brendon looks closer, closely resembles the entirety of Ryan's wardrobe. "So wait. You're going to dress me up as Ryan? You know, there are some fans who find that little weirdo hot."
Spencer just sighs and pinches Brendon. "Don't call Ryan a weirdo. He's expressing himself."
Brendon narrows his eyes. "Oh, so Ross can dress like a… whatever it is he thinks he's dressing as, but I can't stand on a street corner and serenade the masses? That's kinda hypocritical, Spence."
Spencer steps into Brendon's space and wraps his arms around his waist. “Brendon, seriously, shut up."
Ha. Like Brendon is actually going to do that. "Wait, you don't have a thing for Ryan, do you? Because I'm into kinky shit, but not that kinky."
"I don't have a thing for Ryan," Spencer says calmly. "But I do have a thing for my boyfriend remaining unmolested by anyone other than me."
"Zack molests me," Brendon replies with a cheeky grin, "and so does Pete. And Gabe Saporta, every chance he gets. You gonna fight them for my honor?"
"Brendon, if you don't shut up, I'm going to give you to Gabe Saporta. Naked, with a bow tied around your dick."
Brendon raises an eyebrow. "Oh really? And just how would you get the bow on me?"
Spencer seems to take that like the challenge it was issued as. “Come here and I’ll show you.”
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why_me_why_not and ashleinBrendon/Spencer || 1120 words
Beta'd by
irisgirl12000Dislaimer: Not mine, all lies.
Summary: Spencer has no sense of adventure & he's oppressing Brendon's creative freedom.
A/N: A bit of nonsense from emails that
ashlein and I were sending back and forth. If you think this is bad, wait until you see what else we're working on. :)Brendon knows he’s not going to get away with it for long, sneaking out in the middle of the day to play music on a street corner and see if he can make money without anyone knowing who he is, but it’s still worth it. Playing for the fun of it, no set list to follow, a perfect combination of cover songs and shit he just makes up on a whim. And it’s not like he keeps the money. He stops on his way back to the buses and donates it. A food bank in one city, an animal shelter in another. It’s never much but it’s something, especially if Brendon matches it with his own money, and it’s enough to make Brendon feel good.
Just because he expects to get caught, though, doesn’t mean he’s not surprised when a very familiar pair of sneakers stops at his guitar case.
“Brendon. What the hell are you doing?”
Brendon glances up at Spencer, all innocence and sunshine in his smile. “Brendon? I’m sorry, my name’s not Brendon. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” And he immediately turns his attention back to the girl in front, who had spent most of her lunch break trying to come up with a request that Brendon didn’t know.
Spencer doesn’t argue, which Brendon should probably realize is a bad sign. Instead he just sighs and retreats a few feet away. Brendon assumes he’s just keeping watch until Brendon decides he’s done, but Brendon should have remembered that Spencer is sneaky. Brendon’s in the middle of a song when someone comes up behind him, lifts him up, and carries him off. Zack doesn’t even let him finish, just ushers him back to the bus.
Brendon struggles a little bit and tries to explain, but Zack just says, “Shut it, Urie. And next time, come up with a better disguise than a hat.”
Spencer acts like he wants Brendon to thank him for picking up his guitar case and bringing it back to the bus, but Brendon spends the rest of the day grumbling about Spencer being a filthy, rotten traitor.
When it’s just the two of them sitting in silence backstage, waiting for their time to shine, Brendon looks at Spencer and says, “Jon wouldn’t have ratted me out.” Brendon knows all about playing siblings against one another; it’s a skill that comes in handy for a youngest child.
Spencer just looks at him calmly. “It’s a good thing Jon wasn’t there. Remember the time you two almost got yourselves sold into overseas slavery?”
“That totally wasn’t our fault!” Brendon insists, even though he’s tried to explain this more than once already. “Ryan didn’t have his wallet but he really wanted that hat, and there were accents involved, and it was just a giant miscommunication!”
“That’s all the more reason for you not to be allowed out on your own,” Spencer points out. “Ryan didn’t have his wallet, but you still had yours!”
Brendon casts a dismissive wave of his hand in Spencer’s direction. “You have no sense of adventure.”
Spencer rolls his eyes. “I do so have a sense of adventure. I just prefer my adventures to have soft beds and Zack.”
Brendon pouts. “Why don't you love me, Spencer Smith? Why are you oppressing my creative freedom?”
“I do love you. That’s why I'm oppressing your creative freedom. Your creative freedom is going to result in you being mauled by fourteen year olds.”
“It was the middle of the day. In the business district. There were no fourteen year olds.”
"Then you would have been kidnapped by one of those crazy fangirls Zack talks to on Livejournal. You know most of them have Real Lives."
"Well, maybe they would have let me sing Savage Garden without mocking me.” Brendon flings open the door with a flourish – he’s really not that upset, but sometimes being overdramatic is fun. "They love me for my voice!"
"They love you for your ass!" Spencer yells after him.
Brendon yells back, “Like you don’t!” He knows Spencer is grinning even though he can’t see it.
The show is awesome, and Brendon’s happy for a while afterwards, but then they go out to grab a bite to eat at an IHOP that’s next to the community center Brendon had planned on making a donation to. Brendon is cranky all through the meal, and he keeps muttering under his breath about traitors and Judas and what are possibly the lyrics to a Foreigner song. He doesn't speak to Spencer. Spencer pretends not to be bothered, but he clearly is because Brendon usually gets over these moods pretty quickly.
The next day, Spencer goes missing for hours and Brendon's a little peeved that Spencer is allowed to go off on his own when Brendon isn't even allowed to make a 3am munchie run with Trohman without Zack or Dre tagging along, but whatever. Brendon brightens up when Spencer shows back up with a couple large bags.
"Oh, Spencer, you do love me!" Brendon says, clapping his hands. "What did you buy me?"
Spencer rolls his eyes as he sets the bags down. "You can't go play street corners with just a hat for a disguise, dumbass."
Spencer starts pulling out all of this stuff which, when Brendon looks closer, closely resembles the entirety of Ryan's wardrobe. "So wait. You're going to dress me up as Ryan? You know, there are some fans who find that little weirdo hot."
Spencer just sighs and pinches Brendon. "Don't call Ryan a weirdo. He's expressing himself."
Brendon narrows his eyes. "Oh, so Ross can dress like a… whatever it is he thinks he's dressing as, but I can't stand on a street corner and serenade the masses? That's kinda hypocritical, Spence."
Spencer steps into Brendon's space and wraps his arms around his waist. “Brendon, seriously, shut up."
Ha. Like Brendon is actually going to do that. "Wait, you don't have a thing for Ryan, do you? Because I'm into kinky shit, but not that kinky."
"I don't have a thing for Ryan," Spencer says calmly. "But I do have a thing for my boyfriend remaining unmolested by anyone other than me."
"Zack molests me," Brendon replies with a cheeky grin, "and so does Pete. And Gabe Saporta, every chance he gets. You gonna fight them for my honor?"
"Brendon, if you don't shut up, I'm going to give you to Gabe Saporta. Naked, with a bow tied around your dick."
Brendon raises an eyebrow. "Oh really? And just how would you get the bow on me?"
Spencer seems to take that like the challenge it was issued as. “Come here and I’ll show you.”
