Fandom: Panic! at the Disco
Pairing: Gen with pairing hints.
Word Count: 672
Disclaimer: I do not know these people, this never happened, I am making no money off of anything.
A/N: For we_are_cities' nov 21 prompt. Betaed by pressdbtwnpages.
“Life is like a bowl of cherries,” Ryan says.
Spencer rolls his eyes. They’ve been at the cabin for a month. He hasn't talked to Ryan one-on-one for days and when they finally do, it's about fucking cherries. “Don’t be so cliché, dude.”
“No, really,” Ryan insists. “The sour with the sweet and all that.”
When Spencer doesn’t respond, Ryan says, “Okay, then, life could be just, like, one cherry. It’s, like, the skin is like being born, and then childhood is the sweet part, and then when you grow up you, like, hit the pit and there’s nothing you can do about it. You can’t eat it and you can’t do anything to make it go away but throw it out.”
Spencer just looks at him like, You do know what you sound like, right?
Ryan says, “Don’t look at me like that. Philosophy is personal.”
Now Spencer snorts. “You call that philosophy?”
“Well, yeah,” Ryan says defensively. “I’ve been trying to find one that I like for weeks now. Finally I went back to basics.”
“Why do you need a philosophy all of a sudden?”
“It’s not 'all of a sudden,'” Ryan mumbles, instantly unable to look Spencer in the eye.
Aha. “This has something to do with Pete, doesn’t it?”
“No,” Ryan protests.
“Look at me, then.”
A heavy sigh. “Fine. Pete said that all good writers have to have some sort of personal philosophy.”
“Since when do you listen to every single thing Pete says?” Even as he says it, Spencer knows he’s being an idiot. “Oh, I forgot, since you’re all in love with him,” he mocks.
Ryan says, “I wouldn’t expect you to understand,” in this tone of voice that Spencer doesn’t recognize, and that, that’s new, too.
“Whatever,” he says. “But I think Pete probably meant that you should come up with your own philosophy, not steal some tired old cliché.”
“I’ve been trying,” Ryan says, frustrated.
“Be your own person,” Spencer says, another stupid thing. Like he needs to tell that to Ryan, of all people.
“Now who’s being fucking cliché?” Ryan pokes him in the side and Spencer – embarrassingly enough – squeaks, and everything is almost normal for that moment, just a pair of best friends teasing each other like it’s their job. Like they used to be.
Then Brendon comes in and says, “Hey Ryan, can you show me that chord for the new song again? I forgot it.” And just like that, the moment is broken. Ryan gets up and follows Brendon out of the room and Spencer is alone, like he is a lot these days. Ryan is busy writing songs and being the obsessive little fanboy he is, and Brendon is so hyperactive most of the time that Spencer needs time without him sometimes. He misses Jon, who is in Chicago visiting his folks for the weekend. They’re far enough along in the album that they can take breaks like that.
So Spencer calls Jon, says, “When are you getting back?”, doesn’t say I miss you.
And Jon says, “Late tomorrow night. Wait up,” doesn’t say I miss you too.
Spencer says, “Ryan’s being so cliché.”
Jon laughs, like What else is new, and then Spencer starts to laugh, and everything is all right, or it will be, because who ever heard of a successful band with a lonely drummer? Stupid, stupid, he loves this life, he’s just in a rut, and Jon will be back tomorrow night along with their balance, because they’re not really them without all four.
Ryan’s wrong. Life is nothing like a bowl of cherries, or even a single cherry. Life isn’t like anything, really, because life is indescribable, and that’s what Spencer will tell Ryan next time he spouts some ridiculous clichéd attempt at philosophy. He stays on the phone with Jon for the next hour, until Brendon calls out, “Hey, we want to try something with the drums,” and Spencer says goodbye and goes to join the rest of his bandmates.