Hell is empty, and all the devils are here

I'm bored.

2009-05-19T20:42:06Z

A friend sent me this bandom survey a while back. I found it today and did it! Yay for boredom.

DO YOU LIKE...

Panic! At The Disco: Oh my, yes!

Fall Out Boy: Mostly their old stuff, I wasn't feeling folie à deux.

The Academy is: They're cool.

Gym Class Heroes: Ah yes yes. Travis... (;

The Hush Sound: A couple of songs

Cobra Starship: Most definatly

The Vines: pardon?

The Beatles: Of course!

My Chemical Romance: I like the older tunes

Yellowcard: Who?

Wolfmother: thats an imaginative name they have there.

JET: A couple of songs

Evermore: who are they?

The White Stripes: some songs

Angels & Airwaves: Not particually

Box-car Racer: Who...

+44: Nope

Blink 182: yeah, they are cool men

Kasabian: A few songs

Hinder: noooo

The Killers: Yesss!

The Used: oh, like one song

Aiden: one or even two songs

No Doubt: yes yes.

Good Charlotte: no please

Simple Plan: not really, they bore me

Green Day: yeah i spose

AFI: naah man.

KISS: the make-up will never seize to amaze me...but it's a no

ACDC: ah! no thankyou

NOFX: no.

The Sex Pistols: nopeee

Jackson Five: yeah! Who doesn't?

From First To Last: one song

Saves The Day: i don't know who they are...

End Of Fashion: ...umm, who?

The Living End: where are all these random bands coming from or have i just been living under a rock!?

Bloc Party: yeah! I love the lead dudes hair

The Darkness: ergh, no thanks

The Dresden Dolls: her voice gives me goosebumps, in a good way hah!

LCD Sound System: ?

Kaiser Chiefs: not really?

Yeah Yeah Yeahs: kinda

Sneaky Sound System: who are you?

Phantom Planet: nope, not for me.

The Black Eyed Peas: back in the day i did.

The Pussy Cat Dolls: uh, no thanks. there is so much wrong with that 'when i grow up' song. Grr grr, don't get me started.

Shout Out Louds: again, i don't know who they are...

Stars: no thanks

Snow Patrol: um, a little bit.

The Subways: nope.

TV Rock: thats a nice name they have there...

Rogue Traders: no please

Scissor Sisters: omg, yes thanks!

Westlife: yeaaa....no. they suck. stupid UK pop. blah.

The Veronicas: ewww no.

Youth Group: who are these people?

30 Seconds To Mars: mmm, yeah.

Arctic Monkeys: aaah! one of my favourites!

The Bloodhound Gang: like one song

Coldplay: nooooo! reminds me of cringy ex boyfriend.

The Dandy Warhols: who?

Goo Goo Dolls: yeaah.

Gorillaz: yes my friend.

Red Jumpsuit Apparatus: nopee.

Thursday: i don't know them

Mattafix: uh?

The Kooks: yep yep

The Fray: humm...a few songs i think.

Muse: yeahyeahyeahyeah!!!! i love them

Something With Numbers: ????

Red Hot Chilli Peppers: a little

U2: uh no.

Evanescence: yeah, i guess a few of their songs are good.

Sum 41: nopee

THIS OR THAT...
Bands
Fall Out Boy or Panic! At The Disco: PANIC AT THE DISCO ALL THE WAY.

The Used or My Chemical Romance: mcr fo sho.

The Killers or The Academy Is: the killers most definatly

AFI or NOFX: um none.

+44 or Angels & Airwaves: umm...none again.

Blink 182 or Greenday: blink 182.

Simple Plan or Good Charlotte: good cha,otte

Bloc Party or the Vines: bloc party baby!

The Beatles or The Clash: the beatles are my favourite

KISS Or AC/DC: none thanks.

Kasabian or The Living End: kasabian (:

Wolfmother or JET: oh its wolfmother again, with the super awesime cool name. Jet please.

Evanescence or From First To Last: evanescence are cooler

Saves The Day or Thursday: none.

WHO'S HOTTER...

Gerard Way or Frank Iero (My Chemical Romance): hmmm...I'm thinking gee.

Brendon Urie or Ryan Ross (Panic! At The Disco): how can i choose? there is no way i can chose! but if i have to...RYAN. I like him.

Pete Wentz or Patrick Stump (Fall Out Boy): peterick

Benji Or Joel Madden (Good Charlotte): uh...joel

Davey Havok or Jade Puget (AFI): i don't do this band, thanks.

Pete Wentz (Fall Out Boy) or Brendon Urie (Panic! At The Disco): srsly, it's obviously brendon and his apple bottom ha.

Ryan Ross or Spencer Smith (Panic! At The Disco): ahh, it's got to be ryan again. but i feel bad for spencer, he's always overlooked.

Gerard Way (My Chemical Romance) Or Pete Wentz (Fall Out Boy): umm, petey

GENRES...

Punk or Rock: rock.

Punk Rock or Pop: Punk rock.

Metal or Emo: metal

Pop/Punk or Pop/Rock: pop/rock

Rock or Pop: rock.

Gothic Rock or Christian Rock: gothic rock.

Classic Rock or Classical: classic rock.

Death Metal or Punk: punk.

Alternative or Pop: alternative.

Techno or Dance: techno.

Big Band/Big Beat or Techno: big beat

YOUR TASTE IN MUSIC...

Favourite band: enter shikari. they are my loves. OR white lies, i couldn't possibly choose. OR panic at the disco!

Favourite solo artist: uhmm, Katy Perry or Bat for lashes.

Least Favourite Band: PCD or Blackout Crew. omg yes Blackout Crew. Worst band, thing ever! horrible techno/dance meets crappy english rapper. srsly.

Least Favourite Solo Artist: hannah montana. Miley isn't that bad...but hannah, no thats a whole other level.

Your top 5 favourite songs: The killers -mr Brightside, the beatles -while my guitar gently weeps, Chris Isaac - Wicked Game, panic at the disco - any song from a fever you can't sweat out, i couldn't chose. Enter shikairi - return to energizer.

Top 5 most hated songs: Put a donk on it - blackout crew, metro station - shake it, akon - beautiful, taylor swift - love story, bring me the horizon - anything by them.

In the music industry, you have a huge crush on...
: there is a huuuge list ha, but i'd have to say Brendon urie or Ryan Ross, just because...

NAME A SONG BY...

Fall Out Boy: saturda
My Chemical Romance: Early Sunsets Over Monroeville
Panic! At the Disco: The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage
AFI: i don't know this band ha.
NOFX: or this band
Blink 182: down
The Academy is: hollywood hills
Bloc Party: hunting for witches
JET: are you gonna be my girl
End Of Fashion: ??
The Living End: ???
Wolfmother: ???
Evermore: ???
The Killers: Midnight show
The Used: The Bird and The Worm

Okay, just a few more questions..

What's your opinion on fueds between different bands?: uh, just like a fued between normal people i guess.

Do you REALLY think Ryan Ross & Brendon Urie are gay?: I think that they have certainly had a "thing" hha. well at least i hope they have.It would be cool if they were. All the slash writers would have a field day! but i think if they actually were gay it would take away a little bit of the naughtiness you felt when reading it. :D

Are you a bopper who thinks Pete Wentz is the lead singer of Fall Out Boy?: uh no, there is only one lead singer of fall out boy. Obviously thats Pete...Haa jokes. I love patrick.
Have you even heard of Fall Out Boy? Uh yes.
Is Gerard Way gay? No, he's having a baby.

What is your opinion on Brandon Flowers (the Killers): I adore him.

What is Decaydance?: petey wenzty's label.

Did you like this survey?: it was cool.

Was it hard? yeah man.

Writer's Block: Opposites Attract

2009-01-29T15:59:40Z

What celebrity would you consider changing your sexual identity for?

View 503 Answers

Hmm...probably someone like Eva Mendez.
I can't actually think of any other people. Aha.

...A change is gunna come.

2009-01-27T16:54:21Z

:'(

A boy that lives in the town next door to me has been missing for a few weeks, and the Police found his body in a river a couple of days ago.
It's so scary to think that something like that could happen so close to you. The boy is my age and it is so tragic. I can't get my head around it. I didn't know him...but its just so close to home.

My heart goes out to his family. ♥

SKINS!

2009-01-22T22:46:05Z

It is back! I'M SO EXCITED! hahaha.
I have been waiting and waiting for this day to come and it is here.

Hmm...i doubt this series will be the best of the 3, but im excited none the less.
Yes, well its back on now, the adverts are over, so i'll get back to watching it now.

Chowwwww! =)

Writer's Block: Back to School

2009-01-14T09:03:17Z

What fictional high school—from tv, film, or a book—would you most like to attend? Or would you rather never go near high school again, fictional or otherwise?

View 501 Answers

I would LOVE to go to St Trinians! I've always wanted to go to a private school and it looks like so much fun ahahaa.

I think that Hogwarts would be a great place to be aswell! I'd be all magical haha!

Oh, and Forks high school!

dan_suicide @ 2008-12-02T20:52:00

2008-12-02T20:54:17Z

Ahhhhh! My internet is finally working! Hahaa.

KITTYSSSSSS

2008-09-29T17:42:00Z

MY CAT JUST HAD LITTLE BABIES!!!!!!!!!!!!

I cant compress my excitement.

One has a super long tail; it looks like a rat.
But it's well cute!

dan_suicide @ 2008-09-16T23:06:00

2008-09-16T22:09:44Z

Being called a good friend made me exremely happy.

Playground Love

2008-09-12T22:04:57Z

My horrible day has just turned wonderful!

I'm talking to this boy who totally understands me and he's so nice.

I'm happy.

dan_suicide @ 2008-09-12T16:39:00

2008-09-12T15:49:42Z

Today has been hell.

My wrist hurts so badly, so for the whole of the school day I was in pain and the school nurse would only give me a glass of water. What the hell am I going to do with a glass of water when my wrist hurts?

Stupid person.

Then, in science I heard somebody talking about me and I couldn't say anything to them because I know that I would have flipped out and killed them all.
My idiotic supply teacher kept trying to make me write with my hand, even though i told her it hurt. I was holding back the tears because it hurt so much...

It's really rainy and cold and It makes my mood worse.

I realised that I can't trust my "best friend" and anyone around me. Everyone I know is really 2-faced and I can't say anything to anybody without it being made into something it's not.

But I do have some good news, I have Oreos.

dan_suicide @ 2008-08-30T19:31:00

2008-08-30T19:17:26Z

I got my septum pierced today! Wooohooo *Celebrates*

"Kill it, Skin it, Wear it"

2008-08-10T22:17:51Z

I just watched "Kill it, Skin it, wear it" and it is the most horrific thing I have ever watched in my life.
I am never ever going to wear fur, ever!

What people do to animals before they're skinned is awful. I can't even begin to describe it. I'm in tears writing this because it was so bad. I just don't understand how some one could kill an animal like that and not feel an ounce of guilt.

The people selling it are just as bad; they didn't care about what happened to the animal before it got to them.

I really can't get over it.

dan_suicide @ 2008-07-27T22:48:00

2008-07-27T21:50:00Z

My Kitten died today. :(

The Dark Night

2008-07-25T21:14:26Z

Okay, so i went to see The Dark Night today and it was AWESOME!! I loved it soo much. Heath Ledger's performace was great. He looked scary though hahah. :D Just OMG, i can't get over how good it was. Best film i've watched in a long time. Christian Bale did a great job too and he looked buff. ;)

Micheal Jackson is my hero. No, actually. His music is my hero.

2008-07-22T18:37:01Z

Today the English summer is hot and well, sunny. I'm surrounded by the worlds untidyness and believe me, it's not as big as it sounds. I nearly lost my diary today. Imagine that, someone finding your deepest and darkest fears and secrets. I guess they wouldn't really be secrets anymore, would they? They would be a tool for one person to control another. Speaking of control, the one you have over me is incredable. I guess love is in the air. But it's not quite love, that would be absurd. I could love you but not yet.

And be careful of what you do, 'cause the lie becomes the truth.

dan_suicide @ 2008-06-01T17:09:00

2008-06-01T16:12:40Z

So, I just made a new community. I think you should check it out. Its about telling people your story, or just about yourself. I made it because i was looking for a community like this and failed to find one.
I would be gratefull if people would have a ganders. (Y)

tellyourstory_x

dan_suicide @ 2008-05-12T23:16:00

2008-05-12T22:17:42Z

The blade.
The perfect shiny blade.
The sharp edge and the pretty point.
So intriguing. I just want to touch.
The beaming metal is so inviting.

It's beautifully cold,
against my ebony skin.
The sharp pain is a release.
I smile sadisticly,
As i watch the ruby red liquid,
Dribble out my vains.

Again, I want to feel alive.
This time deeper.
The pain lasts longer.
Metalic and red are flawless togther.
Painfully beautiful.

Maybe another time.
And another.
The pointed object shoots pain through me.
The warm liquid pours out of me.
I feel alive,

just for a moment.

It wont stop coming.
Ruby is flooding out of me.
The pain. Oh, the pain.
Slowly, to the ground I go.

Why don't I feel alive?
I'm limp, lifeless.
I didn't want this.
The hidious red is everywhere.
Still trickling down me.

The blade.
The dirty ruby-stained blade.
The blunt edge and the ugly point.
So intriguing. I still want to touch.

Freak Like Me. [Chapter Three]

2008-04-15T21:38:53Z

Title - Freak Like Me
Rating - R, just to be safe.
Pairing - Ryan/Brendon
Summary - I start to freak out and my breathing gets heavier.

POV - Ryan's
Disclaimer - Fake. Fake. All Fake.
Authors Note - Thanks to my beta ecarnation

Previous Chapters -
( One )( Two )

I open my eyes and I’m home. I can’t remember how I got here or who brought me home. I should be happy that I’m not dead. I reach for my phone on the bedroom dresser and dial in Spencer’s number, but there’s no answer. I try again and again but still nothing. I think that maybe he hooked up with that Dannielle girl.

I try to get out of bed and when I start to walk I notice that I am incredibly weak and my head is spinning. I feel like I was plastered last night but if remember correctly, I only had a few drinks. I look at the clock on the wall and I’m surprised that it’s 8 p.m. I slept for a whole day.

I make my way into the bathroom to have a shower and as I’m washing I feel two strange marks on the side of my neck. They are almost like bite marks; small and perfectly in line with one another. I stop feeling my neck when I hear noises downstairs. I quickly jump out the shower and throw some clothes on.

I go down the stairs, through my burlesque styled dinning room and into the living room. I see a boy wearing tight black jeans and a red v-neck top opening my curtains. I move closer and -I- realize that it’s Brendon.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I shout, making him jump and turn to face me.

“Oh, you’re up,” then Brendon turns away from me and carries on opening the curtains. I run my hand through my wet hair in annoyance.

“Why are you opening the curtains? It’s dark out.” I say, sitting down. I really don’t have any energy.

“I happen to really like the dark and you do too,” he says. He’s still not facing me, but I can tell that he is smiling.

“Umm…ok then,” I say with a confused look on my face. “Can you tell me exactly what happened last night, because I can’t remember shit all and you happen to be the last thing I remember.”

“Well, basically I bit you and you flopped like a fish,” he said flashing me a toothy grin showing off his teeth. Wait, showing off his fangs!

“W-why…umm…d-did you bite me?” I stand up from where I was sitting and start to back out of the room.

“Well, you looked so tasty. I mean you’re rather lucky that I like you; you could be dead. Well, you’re already half way there.” Brendon says confusing me even more than I originally was. He moves closer to me and I back away.

“What…do y-you…mean?” I mumble.

Brendon grins evilly -at me- and backs me into a corner, then whispers in my ear,

“Well, Vampires are the undead.” My breath catches in my throat. I’m dizzy and I can barely stand.

“Wow, no need to pass out on me like last night.” Brendon catches me and moves me onto the sofa and I’m surprised by his strength.

“Vampires aren’t real.” I say to him.

“Oh, what are these babies here called then?” He says pointing to his fangs. He looks at me expectantly, but I don’t answer him. We sit there, in an uncomfortable silence until he speaks up.

“You need some food,” he says standing up.

“In my fridge,” I point a finger towards my kitchen.

He laughs and says, “Unless you have a blood bank in your fridge, I doubt the food in your fridge will help you.”

“I’m not a vampire! I don’t need blood and I’m not hungry!” The smile disappears from Brendon’s face and he frowns. “Look, I know that this is difficult, but you have-”

I interrupt him, “I have to what? Pretend to be a vampire!” I say shouting and standing up from the sofa.

I don’t understand, what is his problem? I don’t even know him, and he’s in my house telling me I’m a vampire and that he’s one too. He just shows up and expects me to believe him. Why the hell is he even in my house? How did he even know where I live?

“Look Brendon, I think you should leave.” I pause for a moment, but before he can protest, I carry on. “You’re in my house, telling me that I’m a blood sucking vampire, and that I need blood. I don’t even know how you knew where I live, but just leave…please.”

“Alright then,” he looks sad, but I need to get my head sorted out. “But, just incase you need me, have my number,” he writes his number on a piece of paper, grabs his coat and heads out the door.

I look out of the living room window hoping to catch a glance of him, but he has disappeared into the night. I have nothing else that I need to do, so I decide to sleep.

I hobble upstairs and into my bed. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I’m fast asleep.

*_*_*_*

The next day, I wake up in the middle of the day and I’m even weaker than I was last night. I need food so I go to my kitchen. I notice that once again all of the curtains are shut through out the house. I make a bowl of cereal and when I’m half way through the bowl, I start to feel a churning in the pit of my belly. I run to the bathroom and empty my stomach into the toilet. I lay limp on the floor and then I hoist myself up and go to brush my teeth. As I’m brushing, I feel two sharp fang-like teeth, which I never had before. I go to look in the mirror, and I see nothing; literally. I have no reflection. I start to freak out and my breathing gets heavier. It takes a few minutes before I regain my composure.

I don’t know what to do. I can’t be a vampire. That’s impossible. I need to make sure. I walk into my bedroom and up to the window. I stand in front of the closed curtain for a moment, debating whether to do it or not. When I’ve made up my mind, I inch closer to the window and tug on the curtain a little. As soon as the sun light hits me, my skin burns and smoke rises from the intense heat. I move my arm away quickly and run downstairs to get Brendon’s number.

I search frantically for Brendon’s number and I spot it on the coffee table. I practically jump on it and punch the numbers into my phone. The phone rings a couple of times before he answers.

He sounds groggy, like he’s just woken up. “Hello?”

“B-Brendon, I don’t…know…what to…do.” I choke out between sobs.

“It’s alright. I knew I shouldn’t have left you. Just don’t go near the sun and stay where you are. I can’t come and get you now, but I’ll be there as soon as the sun goes down.” He says reassuringly.

“Promise?”

I can practically hear his smile at the other end of the line. “Yeah, I promise.”

I slouch onto my sofa and curl into a ball, waiting for Brendon to save me.

*_*_*_*

A/N- Comments = Love. (Y)

See me let go

2008-04-15T18:16:39Z

You've gone and done it again.
You couldn't keep your hands away.
I thought you would have learnt by now,
Because they're onto you,
and they have been for a while now.
We thought you might have been smarter.
I didn't know you were such a fool
Now, you've gone away.
You've spent most of your life there.
Maybe it's where you belong.
I can't say all bad
You have tought me,
Not to go down the same road,
End up in the same places,
And not to put the same things in my veins.

Till death do us part

2008-04-15T17:01:39Z

Title - Til Death Do Us Part.
Pairing - Unsaid. Implied Ryan/Brendon.
Author - dan_suicide
POV - Brendon. You
Rating - R
Disclaimer - Fake, All Fake.
Authors Note - Warning Substance Abuse

Maybe if we hadn’t got famous, it might have worked.

When we were younger, before anyone knew my name, he and I would always be together. When we told each other how we both felt, it was the happiest time of my life. We would hold each other for hours, taking kisses from one another. I didn’t care what anybody else thought about us. All I cared about was me and him together. Together forever we would always say.

When we got signed everything changed. We stole kisses before and after shows, but afterwards he said that he felt nothing and that we can’t be together, we have a reputation to keep know.

Soon the stolen kisses ended completely and he got a girlfriend.

He knew he was shredding my heart. He saw the look in my eyes every time I saw tem together but, I know that he didn’t care.

His girlfriend crushed his heart in the same way he crushed mine. He caught her playing her game best. He had loved her in the same way I loved him.

I think that if we had stayed anonymous everything would have been better.

There wouldn’t have been screaming fans calling out our names and shouting along to our music. We wouldn’t have been hanging around with our famous friends and we wouldn’t have been noticed in most places we went to, but that is a sacrifice I would have been willing to make for him.

The fame and the fortune were too much. I know that now but it’s too late.

After she had left him, he was a changed man. He never talked, laughed or smiled and it was breaking me in two.

When I first saw it, the foil, the lighter and the brown lump, I never thought it would be him. I thought maybe some other celebrity who couldn’t handle it, but not him. He knew more than most people I knew, how much that kind of thing could change people.

I tried to make him see sense, I really did try. Everyone else had given up, but I still had faith in him even when he had lost faith in himself.

He slowly became more and more depressed and it was hard to bare it. He slept most hours, apart from when doing shows and when taking in that deadly substance.

The more and more he took it, the harder it was to wake him from his slumber. He became angrier and more controlling.

When that day came, I knew it had been coming for weeks. I walked into the bathroom and I found him laying limp, his body lead against the bath. There was a razor blade next to him and a pool of red surrounding his lifeless body. His face was expressionless, as you would expect but beautiful. The sight in front of me made me feel nothing but pity and this made my love for him vanish. I didn’t shed one tear over his loss, nor did I dwell on the fact that he had gone.

Even though I cannot and will not love him, I feel that one piece of my heart died with him that day and will remain with him forever.

Now just look at that social clique, do you really wanna be a part of it?

2008-04-15T14:39:41Z

So, today i was thinking about my school life. I'm still in school, so i guess i was thinking about my school life before now. Anyway, i used to be a part of the 'populars'. And i hated it. People hated me just becuase the people around me were bitches and they thought i was a total slut. I didn't start my school years saying 'I will be popular'. I just fell into a trap i guess. What i don't understand is why people want to be a part of that scene.

Because in reality, you're not popular because most people don't even like you.

I guess i was different from the group of people i was with. I like rock, they like hip hop and pop. They were nasty people and i was nice. I left that group and i have soo many more friends than i've had.

Can someone tell me why people actually want to be a 'popular'? It's been bugging me for a while, so i thought i'd let you guys know.

Freak Like Me. [Chapter Two]

2008-04-11T23:13:05Z

Title - Freak Like Me
Rating - R, just to be safe.
Pairing - Ryan/Brendon
Summary - The next thing I knew I couldn’t breathe and it all went black.

POV - Ryan's
Disclaimer - This is as real as the magical world of Narnia, where Lions and Wolves can talk and one person can actaully make everyday winter and make nobody celebrate Christmas. If you didnt understand, it's as fake as the rest of the storys posted here

( One )

*_*_*_*

I wake to the sound of my alarm ringing through my house. My day starts the same as every other normal work day. I have a shower, get changed, brush my teeth, eat breakfast and go to work. Today I want somthing different to happen.

I’m relieved when I step outside my house that I can’t feel somebody watching me. I get into my Porsche and make my way to work. I speed through Reading, slowing down just for a minute as I pass the Police station. After the 20 minute drive, I pull in to my car park space and prepare for the day ahead.

*_*_*_*

When my work day is finally over, I’m happy that I don’t have to order people until tomorrow and that I can relax and go to my club.

As I’m walking to my car I stop to look at a lamp post covered in missing people posters. I glance over the posters quickly until I spot someone I recognize. His names Raymond and he’s the main drug supplier at the Matrix. I smirk when I think about all the clucking junkies that will be around the club. I carry on looking at the many posters and my breath hitches in my throat as I spot the chocolate eyed boy’s face on the piece of paper. I scan the face again and It’s defiantly him .I tell myself that these posters are old and he’s obviously has been found.

I stop looking and get into my car and head for home.

When I arrive home, I can’t wait to get ready go to my club. I hope I see the chocolate eyed boy again. I want to know more about him, his name preferably. For some reason, he intrigues me and I can’t help but want to know more.

I have a quick shower and then I throw on a pair of tight black skinnys and a red v-neck top. I line my eyes in black and I add random colors and patterns around my eyes. Then I spike my hair up, grab my coat and my keys and start the walk to my club.

*_*_*_*

I get to the Matrix in no time at all. The place is practically empty when I get there. I’m always early because I like to watch the crowds of people come in and because I really have nothing better to do with my life.

I don’t have that many real friends and my family doesn’t care about me, so this is the only to fill my time.

2 hours and 4 vodka and cokes later the club is crawling with familiar and not so familiar faces. I see my friend Spencer, wonder through the club, so I stroll over to him to say hi.

“Hey Spence.” I ask happily

“Hey there, Ry,” he replies and pulls me into a hug.

“Wanna grab a drink?” I ask

“Only if you’re paying.”

“You’re such a leech,” I say, laughing.

“You shouldn’t be so generous then,” he says laughinf with me.

We make our way through the crowds of people, when we get to the bar.

“Umm, I’ll have a pint.”

“Vodka and coke, please.”

Spencer rambles on for ages about some random girl he got into a few days ago, until he stops suddenly.

“I think you have an admirer.”

“What?” I ask, confused.

“That boy, over there,” he gestures with his head to where the boy is, “Is totally eye fucking you.”

I look over and I see the chocolate eyed boy with a beautiful girl, just staring at me. He doesn’t even look away when I stare back.

The girl is half black and half Caucasian; she has light brown skin and black tight curly hair, just above shoulder length. Her eyes are dark too, rimmed in think black eye liner and her lips are full and a light shade of pink. She is wearing a grey dress which is knee length and black tights and some high heels. She is truly gorgeous.

“Umm…Spence, this may sound weird, but…umm, don’t leave me on my own tonight, because this boy is weird and last night was weird too,” I say. Honestly, I do want to know more about this boy, but he is scaring me a tad.

“Yeah, sure, I don’t mind doing that for you.”

“Cheers man,” I say, gratefully.

“Hey, don’t mention it,” Spencer says with a smile.

“I want to dance!” I jump out of m chair and pull Spencer by the hand.

“I don’t dance with boys, I’m not gay,” he says sternly.

“Just because you dance with a boy, doesn’t make you gay and you said you wouldn’t leave me,” I whine.

“Oh, ok.”

“Mwahaha,” I grin.

I take Spencer by the hand and I lead him to the dance floor. We start to move to the bass line, but Spencer seems a bit freaked out about all the contact.

“Spence.”

“Uhuh.”

“It’s alright; you’re not going to turn gay. I promise,” I say giggling.

“Shut-up,” he says trying to look serious.

Spencer and I carry on dancing for a few more songs, until I feel eyes burning my skin. I turn around to see who is staring at me; not to my surprise, it’s the chocolate eyed boy and his friend.

“Umm…hey,” I shakily say.

“Hi,” he says “I’m Brendon.” Finally a name. I swear I would do a little victory dance right now, but I would look like a dork.

“Cool,” I flash a smile, “and you are?” I ask the girl who Brendon is with.

“I’m Dannielle, and you must be Ryan,” she replies

“Yeah, I am and this is my friend Spencer.”

“Hey,” he says nervously.

We stop talking and carry on dancing for a while, when I feel someone tug on my t-shirt. It’s Brendon.

“Do you want to gat some fresh air?”

“What about Spencer?” I ask, as I still didn't want to be alone with Brendon.

“He can stay with Dannielle, if he doesn’t mind.” It’s more of a demand than a question.

“No, I don’t mind,” I smile at Spencer as I get pulled away by Brendon.

When we get out of the Matrix the wind is cold against my pale face, so I zip up my coat a little higher. We don’t stop directly outside the club we carry on walking. We pass drug dealers and whores on corners that we both turn down politely. We pass the homeless with their dogs as they’re only companion. When we do stop, we stop in an alley.

“Umm…what are we doing down here?” I ask a little scared, because this guy could be a serial killer.

“Getting fresh air,” he replies. Then he moves closer to me, and says “You’re scared, aren’t you?”

“Well…umm yeah, I don’t know you and we’re in a random alley with no one around. I think that’s a good enough reason.”

“Why are you still here then?” He questions

“Good question,” I say, because frankly I don’t know why I’m still here.

“Well, my dear,” he says moving closer and closer to me until I can feel his breath on my neck, “you have nothing to worry about anymore”

“What do you-?”

The next thing I knew I couldn’t breathe and it all went black.

*_*_*_*

A/N- Comment are appreciated. (:

dan_suicide @ 2008-04-02T15:38:00

2008-04-02T14:50:26Z

Title: Freak Like Me.
Rating: R
Pairing: Ryan/?
Summary: The Matrix is at its peak.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ryan Ross, or The Matrix Club, Or Anyone. I do however own the plot.
Authors Note: I got this idea from the song and video above.

The worlds spinning, its spinning for me, I know it. I know most of the people are here for me, everyone wants me at this place, and only a few get me. It seems like there is a small circle of people around me, just dancing with me. I swear the spotlight is on me or maybe it’s the drugs, I don’t know. The drum and bass line and the flashing lights are crashing all around me. The atmosphere is great tonight, the best it’s been in a while. The Matrix is at its peak.

I leave the dance floor to grab a vodka and coke. On my way to the bar, I spot a few of my friends kissing some random men and women. When I get to the bar, I sit down and order my drink. As I’m waiting for my drink, I hear a voice from beside me.
“Hey, you’re Ryan Ross, right?” I turn to look where the voice came from, and I see a chocolate eyed boy. He had dark brown hair, styled to perfection. His lips were pink and full. He was nearly as skinny as me and maybe a little smaller. He is dressed mainly in black, but it doesn't look too gothic.
“Oh, maybe I have the wrong guy,” Oh, that voice could make anyone melt.
“Sorry,” I said, trying to hide my blush. “I am Ryan, and who might you be?” I say confidently flashing my killer smile.
“Wouldn't you like to know,” he said also giving a toothy grin, not beating mine though.
“So,” I say, trying to make conversation. “Why did ask who I was?”
“I was just wondering why everyone was crowding around you on the dance floor. So, I thought you must have been Ryan, because nobody wants to be near anyone more than you, in this place,” he says grinning. "Although, your detailed make-up kind of gave it away, but I wanted to be sure."
“Do you want to be near me as much as everyone else?” I say seductively.
“Hmm…,” and with that, he stood up and was walking away.

I drink the last of my Vodka and go back to the dance floor. I make my way through the dancing people and head for the middle of the floor. I close my eyes and shake my hips to the beat of the music. I can feel the small circle of unknown people closing in on me again. I loose myself in the music, until I feel someone’s hand grab my swaying hips. I open my eyes instantly and turn around, seeing the chocolate eyed boy again.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I question.
“Dancing,” he says moving with the music.
“Yes, I see that. But, why are your hands on me?”
“Because I put them there,” he answers with a smirk.
“Good answer,” I mutter, and then I close my eyes and continue dancing with him.

After a few songs my eyes snap open from loss of contact. Surely enough, the chocolate eyed boy is gone.

-*-*-*-

I step out od the club into the cold air. Outside the Matrix there are a few drunks stumbling around and starting fights. I weave my way through the men and women, until one woman stops me and tries to put her dirty lips on mine. I push her off me and look her up and down. Her eye liner is running down her face and her dreadful colored lipstick is smeared across her lips and smudged up one cheek. Her top is way too small and he boobs are practically falling out. She’s wearing a mini skirt, which is so tight its cutting of the circulation to her chubby legs and she’s holding a pair of pink stilettos in one hand and a can of Stella in the other. She looks about 30(way to old for me) and she obviously smokes, because of the discoloring of her skin tone.

I give a sorry glance and continue my journey home.

I’m nearly home when I feel a pair of eyes burning my skin. I look around quickly, and nobodies there. “Stupid fuckers, playing stupid fucking games” I mutter under my breath. I start to walk faster and faster and my heartbeats racing, because I know there’s something ~~watching~~ following me. I start to worry more when I hear muffled whispers and giggles in the bitter cold English wind.
I’m relived when I see my rustic house. I basically run to my door and quickly get inside and lock the door behind me.

*-*-*

Tonight in bed, I'm thinking about tonight’s events. I can't help but think that it might not be safe for me to walk home on my own anymore, because that some one following me knows where I live knows where I live. I also think that maybe the person following me might have been watching me all night. So maybe, my precious club isn't so safe. I sigh at this thought.

I shut off all my thoughts and drift off to sleep, with my sweet dreams half filled with the chocolate eyed boy.

*-*-*

A/N - The Matrix is a club in Reading on London Street, if you didnt know. So this is set in England. Comments Please.

Love is murder.

2008-03-25T20:35:20Z

Love srtings us along,
And then lets us go,
When we need it most.

Love wraps its cold, dark fingers,
Around your throte,
Slowly shutting your air supply.

Love shatters your heart,
Into millions of peices,
And lets you pick them back up.

What do you get back,
For all this endless pain?
A few breathe taking moments,
That will soon wish to be forgoten.

Now tell me that all we need is love.

And I love you like a lover. [One-shot]

2008-03-24T08:58:37Z

Title: And I love you like a lover.
Author: dan_suicide
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Keltie. Brendon/ Ryan one-sided.
Summary: Brendon didn't take what Ryan said in at first. He just replayed the sentence in his mind over and over, until, finally it sank in.
POV: 3rd Person. Brendon Orientated
Disclaimer: I don't Ryan or Brendon. Or anyone for that matter. I mean, if I did, do you really think I would be here writing this.
Author Note: Just a one-shot.

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I love you like a brother
and i love you like a child
and i love you like a lover
and i love you dumb and colorblind
and i love you like a mother
even after all you've done
and i love you like no other

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Brendon’s lying awake, staring at the ceiling and listening to the moans and the groans coming from the room next door. His heart shatters every time he says her name knowing it should be him. He should be calling his name. The noises are growing louder and Brendon’s had enough.

“Ryan, can you shut the fuck up!” he screams, hoping that Ryan can hear over the moans.
“Well said!” comes a voice from a room near by. Obviously some else can hear too, Brendon smirks at the thought.
Thankfully they die down and Brendon’s mind has been put at ease for another few hours.

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Brendon awakes to knocking at the door.
“Umm...” he groans “one minute”
“It’s Ryan. Just open the door”
“Oh, ok” Brendon can already feel the butterflies swirling in his stomach.

Brendon opens the door to find Ryan stood there half naked.
“What are-?”
Ryan cuts Brendon off, “Can I not speak to the best friend in the world.”
“Well, not at…” Brendon glances at a clock on the wall “5AM you can’t. Anyways, I’m going back to bed”
“Oh, ok” Ryan says with a hint of hurt in his tone.
“What now?”
“I thought that maybe we could stay up for a bit, and…well talk, maybe.”
“Don’t you think you kept me up long enough last night,” Brendon glares playfully and Ryan blushes madly.
“Forget about it,” Ryan moans “I’ll go back to Keltie.”
“No. No. No! It’s alright.” Brendon quickly jumps in before Ryan leaves to be with her.

Brendon sits down on the single bed and motions for Ryan to sit with him.
“So, what did you want to talk about?”
“Keltie and me.” Brendon’s face screwed at the mere thought of having a conversation about her.
“Why?” Brendon said sternly.
“Do you like her?” Ryan asks totally ignoring Brendon’s question.
“Umm...yeah…sure…like. Why?” Brendon stuttered.
“Well, because I don’t want my best friend not liking my girlfriend. I mean, I think me and Keltie are going to be together for a while.” Brendon’s mentally karate kicking himself in the face for saying that he liked Keltie.
“Umm, ok then. Why are you talking about this now?” Brendon asked curiously.
Ryan didn’t answer Brendon right away. He sat there for a while, pondering on the question. Then, finally he spoke up.
“Well, I think…I umm love Keltie.” Ryan says cautiously, unsure of what Brendon’s reaction with be.

Brendon didn't take what Ryan said in at first. He just replayed the sentence in his mind over and over, until, finally it sank in. Brendon hoped that he was still in his bed, dreaming of how happy him and Ryan could be.

“I love Keltie.” Ryan says louder and more confident this time, waking Brendon out of his little trance.
“Oh, cool.” Brendon feels like his heart just broke a million times and he can feel the tears coming from behind his eyes. But he knows he has to keep his composure for Ryan.
“Is that all you have too say? ‘Oh cool'.” Ryan mocks Brendon’s voice. “I’ve fallen in love and you’re not happy for me.”
“Ryan, I am happy for you,” Brendon says in monotone, not looking at Ryan.
“Well, you don’t fucking look it!” Ryan’s voiced turned from angry to concerned and hurt. “You can’t even look my in the eye. What is the matter with you?”
“It’s nothing. I wouldn’t want to put a downer on your happy mood.” Brendon says, still not looking him in the eye.
“Well, if it helps. You already have and I want to know what’s wrong. I don’t want you to be unhappy.” Ryan smiles and Brendon and puts a hand on his shoulder.
“Ryan, it really doesn’t matter.” Brendon finally looks him in the eye and gives a reassuring smile.
“Bren-”
“Ryan, I’m fine.”
“Fucking fine! If you won’t tell me, I’ll leave you to wallow in your self pity.”
“There’s nothing to tell!”

Ryan glares at Brendon and storms out of the flat. Brendon lifts himself of the bed and sulks into the bathroom. He sheds his clothes and steps into the shower. He lets the hot water sooth his skin and hide the sad tears that fall down his soft skin. Brendon slides down on the cold shower floor and starts to sing.

I love you like a brother
and I love you like a child
and I love you like a lover
and I love you dumb and colorblind
and I love you like a mother
even after all you've done
and I love you like no other
but I know
you're not the one...

But I know you're not the one...