[Ryan Ross] [Hayley Williams] Hallelujah to those cold and lonely nights. [One Shot]

♥♥The lights of the dance floor flowed. Crowds of people stood together dancing. Screetching noices of a million people pushing on Ol' Gramma Burnies record as the DJ cranked on some old tune that no one , not even me , has heard of. Some old disco beat our mothers mothers mothers , had listened to, while batting their hair, or waving to that cute boy they seen across the street. But it was catchy , and it was sure bringing people to the bar, in which people went to when it was an occaionaly good song.
BANG.
There it was. Another person who had staggered to the floor. It was quiet upsetting seeing these drunks. It was like a 5 year old boy shyly picking up his favourite domino , only to knock it over again.
I loved this place, it was where my mother had gotten with my father, and where my grandma had gotten with my grandpa, not to mention my sister, who was a bitch, and had stolen 3 of my boyfriends not including my 2 best friends, so I tried my best to stay away from her.
Suddenly the door swung open, and the rush of cold air brushed past me , and enlighting the fact I had a small hole on my knee of my favourite pair of skinny jeans. Some boy about 17 walked in. Everyone stood there looking at him , and I finally clued in that this was probably the impact he presumed.
He sputtered something about the that slut over there in the corner, who was gulping back a jello shooter. There was something about him, he was hot, and for sure he woul notice me. For some strange reason [sarcastic], he looked at my bright orange hair, for a while he stared, like Billy Murphy's kids always did when the candy man popped out their favourite idea ; cotton candy. He smiled shyly and walked over to us.
"Hi , I came over to ask you about your hair,"
Oh , it was about my hair now wasn't it.
"Where'd you get it done?" he asked politley , teetering back an forth on his heels.
"Actually a guy from my band helped me die it,"
"You're in a band?" he asked.
"You should check it out sometime," I said looking at him.
He teetered more , then said : "w-well , I'm in a band too," he prounouced proudly.
"Name?" I asked.
"Ryan , .. well it's actually George , Ryan's my middle name , I just like to be called Ryan for various reasons , Ryan - Ryan R-"
"I ment the name of the band," I giggled, watching him babble on like that.
"Panic! at the disco"

We talked for a while, and I watched him leave. I watched him walk out, that cute boy with cute brown hair, who smelled like.. something good. Something that I couldn't explain. Mmm , I couldn't wait to see him again.
---*
The wind blew through my hair as I sat quietly on my front porch, lonley, waiting for someone to call me. I sipped on my hot chocolate (why do people in California still drink hot chocolate?). What was with that tree? Yea , that tree on my lawn, that MY ex boyfriend had carved the letters "A & K" into it around a big heart. It stood for Amber and Kevin. Amber being my bitch of a sister, Kevin being my love :). That tree was the one that gave you ideas as a little girl, the kind that would make you happy, I bet many other girls who have previosly lived in this house have wanted to get married under that pretty oak. And danced around those branches with your prettiest gound on, the kind of gound you could wear all season, and not be called a whore , or a slut.

The ring on the telephone enterupted my deep thinking about my love tree.
"Hay-hayley?" the person on the resiver asked.
"Yes,?" I quiestioned, not noing who it was.
"It's Josh,"
I tried hard not to sigh, I was hoping it would be Ryan.
"You're needed at my house," he said.
"Alright dickhead," I laughed an waited for his next response.
"Hurry up, ariel,"
I giggled and hung up.
He called me Ariel because my hair was the oddest colour of orange. I loved it! :).
As I walked to Josh's house I thought about Ryan. Will I ever see him again? Who else was in his band? Did he really like my hair? Was he going to watch us rehurse?
Those questions swirled down the drain as I swung open the door to Josh's garage.
---*
I stood in the door way for a minute and watched a strange appealing monkey man stride towards me.
"Hayley?" he asked my boobs.(I hate it when guys talk to your chest , god)
"Yess" I replied sticking my tongue out at him.
"HAYLEY !" Josh swiped over to me , and gave me a bear hug.
"This is Pete , he came to watch,"
"Hi Pete , " I said.
His face looked really formiliar.
Have I ever told you about Josh's garage? It's sick. Aerosmith posters everywhere, old guitars , dusty picks. It's amazing. I bet Madonna has never seen anything like this before.
That's what you get when you let your heart win.
♥♥The lights of the dance floor flowed. Crowds of people stood together dancing. Screetching noices of a million people pushing on Ol' Gramma Burnies record as the DJ cranked on some old tune that no one , not even me , has heard of. Some old disco beat our mothers mothers mothers , had listened to, while batting their hair, or waving to that cute boy they seen across the street. But it was catchy , and it was sure bringing people to the bar, in which people went to when it was an occaionaly good song.
BANG.
There it was. Another person who had staggered to the floor. It was quiet upsetting seeing these drunks. It was like a 5 year old boy shyly picking up his favourite domino , only to knock it over again.
I loved this place, it was where my mother had gotten with my father, and where my grandma had gotten with my grandpa, not to mention my sister, who was a bitch, and had stolen 3 of my boyfriends not including my 2 best friends, so I tried my best to stay away from her.
Suddenly the door swung open, and the rush of cold air brushed past me , and enlighting the fact I had a small hole on my knee of my favourite pair of skinny jeans. Some boy about 17 walked in. Everyone stood there looking at him , and I finally clued in that this was probably the impact he presumed.
He sputtered something about the that slut over there in the corner, who was gulping back a jello shooter. There was something about him, he was hot, and for sure he woul notice me. For some strange reason [sarcastic], he looked at my bright orange hair, for a while he stared, like Billy Murphy's kids always did when the candy man popped out their favourite idea ; cotton candy. He smiled shyly and walked over to us.
"Hi , I came over to ask you about your hair,"
Oh , it was about my hair now wasn't it.
"Where'd you get it done?" he asked politley , teetering back an forth on his heels.
"Actually a guy from my band helped me die it,"
"You're in a band?" he asked.
"You should check it out sometime," I said looking at him.
He teetered more , then said : "w-well , I'm in a band too," he prounouced proudly.
"Name?" I asked.
"Ryan , .. well it's actually George , Ryan's my middle name , I just like to be called Ryan for various reasons , Ryan - Ryan R-"
"I ment the name of the band," I giggled, watching him babble on like that.
"Panic! at the disco"

We talked for a while, and I watched him leave. I watched him walk out, that cute boy with cute brown hair, who smelled like.. something good. Something that I couldn't explain. Mmm , I couldn't wait to see him again.
---*
The wind blew through my hair as I sat quietly on my front porch, lonley, waiting for someone to call me. I sipped on my hot chocolate (why do people in California still drink hot chocolate?). What was with that tree? Yea , that tree on my lawn, that MY ex boyfriend had carved the letters "A & K" into it around a big heart. It stood for Amber and Kevin. Amber being my bitch of a sister, Kevin being my love :). That tree was the one that gave you ideas as a little girl, the kind that would make you happy, I bet many other girls who have previosly lived in this house have wanted to get married under that pretty oak. And danced around those branches with your prettiest gound on, the kind of gound you could wear all season, and not be called a whore , or a slut.

The ring on the telephone enterupted my deep thinking about my love tree.
"Hay-hayley?" the person on the resiver asked.
"Yes,?" I quiestioned, not noing who it was.
"It's Josh,"
I tried hard not to sigh, I was hoping it would be Ryan.
"You're needed at my house," he said.
"Alright dickhead," I laughed an waited for his next response.
"Hurry up, ariel,"
I giggled and hung up.
He called me Ariel because my hair was the oddest colour of orange. I loved it! :).
As I walked to Josh's house I thought about Ryan. Will I ever see him again? Who else was in his band? Did he really like my hair? Was he going to watch us rehurse?
Those questions swirled down the drain as I swung open the door to Josh's garage.
---*
I stood in the door way for a minute and watched a strange appealing monkey man stride towards me.
"Hayley?" he asked my boobs.(I hate it when guys talk to your chest , god)
"Yess" I replied sticking my tongue out at him.
"HAYLEY !" Josh swiped over to me , and gave me a bear hug.
"This is Pete , he came to watch,"
"Hi Pete , " I said.
His face looked really formiliar.
Have I ever told you about Josh's garage? It's sick. Aerosmith posters everywhere, old guitars , dusty picks. It's amazing. I bet Madonna has never seen anything like this before.

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