Panic Laser Fight
Stuffed Animals & Car Spotting
For about half an hour Jon stood there, watching all the little kids running around; trying to decide on a stuffed animal.
"Thank God you're here!" he exclaimed when he noticed that Ashlee -Blaine- and Pete Wentz had entered, "I thought I was the only matur--"
"OH MY JON!" Pete scurried towards a stuffed duck, "Ooh! I totally want this one... or maybe, the koala?" he wondered aloud.
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"Hey, Brendon?" Ryan suddenly blinked.
"Yes, Ryan." the lead singer looked at the guitarist.
"You do realise that Spencer left us here & so did Jon and them, right?"
He blinked, "No; thanks for reminding me, though."
With a sigh, Ryan took out his cell phone and dialed a number, "Hey, Patrick. This is Ryan... Ryan Ross, that is. Brendon and I are stuck at Wal-Mart and we were wondering if you could give us a ride. Call me back at this number. Bye." he hung up.
"Jesus, Ross." came a familiar voice from behind them, "I'm at Wal-Mart, too!" Patrick glared, taking out his car keys. "I'll give you guys a ride..." he sighed, leading them towards his car.
"So this is your car..." Brendon softly said as Patrick opened the drivers door of his silver Mustang.
"Yes, it is..." Patrick glared at the young lead singer. "If you touch anything, I WILL. KILL. YOU." he threatened.
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After hours of driving, Ryan finally spoke up, "Uhm, Patrick?"
"Yes, Ryan?" Patrick calmly said.
"Where are we? We should've gotten home about... seven hours and forty nine minutes ago." he blinked.
"LET'S PLAY A GAME!" Brendon exclaimed before Patrick could answer, "I spy with my little eye... ooh, red car!" he grinned.
Ryan blinked, "Black... car?"
"Pink car!" Patrick giggled.
Brendon and Ryan stared at him, "Okay, then..." they both sighed in unison.
The strawberry blonde lead singer suddenly pulled over, "Get out of the car." he sighed.
"W-What?" Ryan questioned.
Brendon attempted to open the door, "Uh, oops?" he blinked, holding up the door handle.
Patrick stared, "OUT! O-U-T! OUT!" he growled.
Without warning, Ryan threw open his door and dragged Brendon out, glaring at both lead singers as he did so.
"See ya, boys." Patrick sped off, obviously going over the speed limit.
Ryan blinked, "Just for the record," he told Brendon. "I blame you."
"Thank God you're here!" he exclaimed when he noticed that Ashlee -Blaine- and Pete Wentz had entered, "I thought I was the only matur--"
"OH MY JON!" Pete scurried towards a stuffed duck, "Ooh! I totally want this one... or maybe, the koala?" he wondered aloud.
-----
"Hey, Brendon?" Ryan suddenly blinked.
"Yes, Ryan." the lead singer looked at the guitarist.
"You do realise that Spencer left us here & so did Jon and them, right?"
He blinked, "No; thanks for reminding me, though."
With a sigh, Ryan took out his cell phone and dialed a number, "Hey, Patrick. This is Ryan... Ryan Ross, that is. Brendon and I are stuck at Wal-Mart and we were wondering if you could give us a ride. Call me back at this number. Bye." he hung up.
"Jesus, Ross." came a familiar voice from behind them, "I'm at Wal-Mart, too!" Patrick glared, taking out his car keys. "I'll give you guys a ride..." he sighed, leading them towards his car.
"So this is your car..." Brendon softly said as Patrick opened the drivers door of his silver Mustang.
"Yes, it is..." Patrick glared at the young lead singer. "If you touch anything, I WILL. KILL. YOU." he threatened.
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After hours of driving, Ryan finally spoke up, "Uhm, Patrick?"
"Yes, Ryan?" Patrick calmly said.
"Where are we? We should've gotten home about... seven hours and forty nine minutes ago." he blinked.
"LET'S PLAY A GAME!" Brendon exclaimed before Patrick could answer, "I spy with my little eye... ooh, red car!" he grinned.
Ryan blinked, "Black... car?"
"Pink car!" Patrick giggled.
Brendon and Ryan stared at him, "Okay, then..." they both sighed in unison.
The strawberry blonde lead singer suddenly pulled over, "Get out of the car." he sighed.
"W-What?" Ryan questioned.
Brendon attempted to open the door, "Uh, oops?" he blinked, holding up the door handle.
Patrick stared, "OUT! O-U-T! OUT!" he growled.
Without warning, Ryan threw open his door and dragged Brendon out, glaring at both lead singers as he did so.
"See ya, boys." Patrick sped off, obviously going over the speed limit.
Ryan blinked, "Just for the record," he told Brendon. "I blame you."