The World Is Waiting for Urie to Stop Being a Wussy

September '05

Ryan's leg jiggled insanely, bumping into mine. I smiled and reached over to stop his leg with my hand.
"Calm down, Ry. You look so nervous." I said.
Ryan smiled and bit his lip.
"How can I calm down knowing Pete Wentz will be here in a couple of hours?" He squealed.
I grinned and touched his thigh. I brought my hand up higher and bit his neck. He giggled and moaned a bit.
"No fucking on the couch!" Spencer practically yelled, angrily. He brushed past Ryan and I.
"What's his problem?" Ryan asked.
I shrugged. Ever since we saw him crying that night before, he'd been angry. Really angry.
"I don't know. He's probably pmsing ." I answered.
Ryan giggled and kissed my cheek.
Then, Jon walked in the room. He sat down.
"Hey, guys. Can I talk to you?" He asked.
We nodded.
"What's up, Jon?" I asked.
He scratched his chin and sighed.
"I think I like Spencer. Like a lot." Jon said.
We both smirked, knowingly.
"That's adorable, Jon. Go tell him how you feel." Ryan said.
"Yeah, maybe he'll feel the same way and it'll cheer him up." I suggested.
Jon smiled.
"Okay."
Jon stood and tread off to find Spencer.