My little cheesecake. [Brendon Urie] (prequel)

[Crazy diamond]

Yay, woooo ROAD TRIP DUDE! yeah!

*calms down*
yay roadtrip

Random question-is there anyone in your fic that ISNT a real person?
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Uh huh, holy shit. It's about time you got off my dick.
A few times I've been around that track but your ass is still fat it's gonna stay like that, coz I aint your hollaback boy, I aint your hollaback boy.

Fangs Up! COBRA STYLE!

[Amdy]

well... mrs philips in chapter 3? but no, all of them do excist in some sort of way, because I have to have a picture of them in my head while I'm writing. so I know how they all look, while you have nothing but fake-images hah, suck on that!

[Amdy]

Everything was set, ready, done. Gwen didn’t dare to count all of the kisses her mother had given her on the cheeks as goodbye, but she knew that they were many. She had felt such a relief when she had started the engine to car for the first time on their trip. They were gonna leave Summerlin, leave everything behind, just for a couple of weeks, and God did it feel good.

“And remember to give me a call now and then so I know that you’re alright, both of you.”

Gwen nodded and smiled, loading the last bag filled with necessary stuff into the trunk. Her mother had forced George to stand there beside her, to say some sort of goodbye. Gwen knew he only wanted to get back to his computer.

“Alright, I’m off to get little Sammy-girl. You’re sure you’re gonna behave these weeks, Georgie?”

“I behave if I hear that you behave.”

“Touché. Say hi to Juliet from me, I think I like her.”

“Okidoki. May I be excused now?”

Their mother sighed and pushed away her son to embrace her daughter, before the brown-haired girl got in the driver’s seat. She felt the steering wheel under her fingers and saw her mother wave one last time before she was off to Sammy’s block.

She could spot her friend’s hair from miles away. Alright, maybe not, but she had definitely changed something with it. Her former red color had been washed out, so it seemed to be the right time for a change. Sammy clapped her hands when Gwen pulled in beside her.

“We’re so fucking ready to get going.”

“’We’? When did you turn into a ’we’?” Gwen asked, looking over the rim of her sunglasses.

“We do believe we have been it for a while, you’ve just missed it.”

“I imagined. Put your bag in the back, I’ve already put your other stuff in the trunk.”

“Awesome,” she said and did what Gwen had told her too, and later got in the passenger seat. Once again she clapped her hands.

“Can you believe it? After months of preparation, we’re finally ready go get on the road to California!”

“I’m just being curious, but am I a part of that ‘we’, or are you talking to yourself?”

“Y’know that is a tuff question. I will get back to you in 20 miles or something about that.”

Gwen rolled her eyes and started the engine once again to drive off from Sammy’s driveway. The clock hadn’t even passed nine in the morning yet, so it was no surprise that the street was empty this lazy summer’s day. They both were in the perfect mood for this kind of day. Sammy put on her big sunshades and rested her legs on the dashboard easily. While listening to one of Sammy’s Something Corporate CD’s, Gwen felt her phone vibrating in her pocket.

“Vrrroom,” she said, ignoring the fact that it might have been awkward for some people to get that kind of answer.

“My little baby,” Betty yelled on the other end, “we are ya at?”

“Y’know what, we’re passing through your block as we speak. What a coincidence.”

“f**k no, stop, and back up a few metres.”

Gwen raised her eyebrow and did as Betty had said, getting questioning looks from Sammy.

“Look right,” Betty said and then hung up. Gwen looked even more confused and looked to the right over her sunglasses rims. What she saw was Betty standing on the pavement, bag on the ground, resting her foot on something that looked like a skateboard. It was a pretty cool sight, if Gwen had to be honest.

“You thought you could leave without me?” Betty shrieked and pressed the skateboard up to her hand with her foot.

“Betty, you don’t skate,” Gwen said, tilting her head against the steering wheel.

“I know, but wouldn’t this be a great opportunity for us to teach ourselves?”

“Fucking brilliant!” Sammy said, getting out of the car to snatch the skateboard out of Betty’s hands. Gwen was a little worried that the girl would fall on her attempt of standing on the board, but Sammy managed to stay steady. “I’ve got killer-skills.”

“Hold on, Betts, you know I love you, but you just thought that you could join at the last minute?”

“Pretty much,” Betty said and snatched her shoulder before picking her bag up from the ground.

“When I think about it, Gwen, it could be useful to have someone with us that can actually talk us to sleep every night; you know what I’m saying?”

“Yes, you will have the privilege to use me that way, and any other way you can think of.”

“Hey, I’m not the b**ch of th-,” Gwen started, but was cut off by Sammy.

“Yes, you are.”

“I will have to concur.”

“f**k you! Alright, get in the bloody car.”

“Oh Gwenny-girl,” Betty said after she had loaded her bag in the almost full trunk, trying to put on a seducing sound. Gwen looked back at her dark haired friend who now sat in the backseat, and grasped when she saw her waving a Pixies album in front of her face.

“How did you know that I would forget?”

“Give it a break, I know you.”

“You know what I’m thinking right now, right?”

Betty just nodded at her. Sammy, who had the skateboard in her arms in the passenger seat beside Gwen, looked from Betty to Gwen, and from Gwen to Betty.

“What are y’all talking about?”

Gwen put the CD in the CD-player, picked track number 21, and pressed play. The drums in Pixies ‘I’ve been tired’ started. Gwen started the engine for the third time this morning, and knew that with two of her best friends on the road, everything was gonna be fine. Or at least she hoped.

[Crazy diamond]

"I'm not the b**ch" lol

and the pixies! You rock
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Uh huh, holy shit. It's about time you got off my dick.
A few times I've been around that track but your ass is still fat it's gonna stay like that, coz I aint your hollaback boy, I aint your hollaback boy.

Fangs Up! COBRA STYLE!

[Amdy]

“… and he has to, like, clean all the fucking time. Did you know that he owns three vacuum cleaners? Well, he does anyway. He’s just really pedantic and shit.”

“Gwen, can you drop a person in the middle of no where, just like that? Or is it possible for us to go back and maybe leave her. I’m having second thoughts.”

“No, Sammy, we can’t leave her, and if we go back we’ll never be in time for the concert. I’m thinking about the trunk, but it’s probably too full of stuff.”

“Alright, I’ll shut up then!” Betty shrieked and crossed her arms over her chest in pure protest.

“Bets, baby, it’s not that we don’t love you, it’s only the fact that you’ve been going on about things that we’ve heard a thousand of times before, and you just don’t seem to realize it.”

“I have a bad memory, okay?”

“Can’t you just… bring your talkative side out when it’s time for us to sleep like we said?” Sammy said after turning around in the passenger seat, which looked pretty uncomfortable.

“You wish. It just comes out, alright?” Betty said, still looking grumpy.

“How does Jacoby feel about you leaving just like that?” Gwen said, hopefully aiming for switching topic.

“He doesn’t have much to say about it. I’ll be back before he knows about it. He’s got his darn XBOX to play with, so I don’t see why he would bother.”

“I failed dramatically. I thought you were going to tell us how much he would miss you, and how you loved him like mad and all that romantic stuff, we would both just go like ‘aaaaaaaw’.”

“I’m sorry; there are some things that I still have to figure out about him and us. But really, don’t worry; I’m working on it, very much. I just need a break just as much as you guys.”

Gwen saw a sign and grinned with all of her face when she realized where they were just at that moment. She had some relatives along the way, and these were one pair of them; her cousins on her father’s side. They’d promised the girls a spot in their house, even though they were going abroad. They didn’t even sound worried for getting everything smashed into pieces.

“’Aight ladies, we’ve come to our first stop for the trip, if you haven’t noticed already.”

“Is this where your super cool cousin in our age lives?” Betty asked, gazing out of the window, looking at the house they’d stopped by.

“Jake? You bet, I hope he’s home.” Gwen went out of the car.

“Didn’t you say that they were going abroad?” Sammy asked, following Gwen toward the door.

“Yeah, I did, but that doesn’t mean that Jake will go with his parents.” Sammy thought about it for a second and then nodded her head in acceptance of the theory. Gwen rang on the door bell. If no one would open she always knew where they had their key hidden. After a few minutes of waiting, they heard a click on the other end, and a short, muscular guy with very long hair opened the door. He stared at them for a second and then smiled.

“Uhm, hi,” he said, sounding pretty careful and mysterious, “sorry it took so long.”

“Jake!” Gwen said and threw her arms around her much shorter cousin. He was a little surprised by the sudden hug, but patted her back shortly after he had gotten used to it.

“Hi Gwen, nice to see you too.”

“Are you the rock star?” Sammy asked shyly, peeking out from behind Betty’s back, who was fumbling with her fingers, not knowing really what to do with them. He raised his eyebrow and smiled a little at her question.

“I suppose I am.”

Sammy giggled, very, very girly, when he answered her question. Sure, he was still in high school, but dedicated most of his spare time to his band, and if you’d ever heard them play live, you knew that they would make it big someday.

“Come inside, don’t stand out there. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ve got any food for you in the house.”

“It’s alright, we made a stop a while back ago,” Gwen said and dropped her car keys on the kitchen table. She saw his jacket hanging on a chair beside it, like someone just had dropped it in a rush. “Were you heading out?”

“Actually… I was. Just didn’t want y’all to feel like intruders or something. But-,”

“Where were you going?” Sammy cut him off with, afterwards asking her why the hell she’d done that.

“Well, as I just was about to say, it’s a place down town, but you could come with me, if you want to of course.”

Gwen glanced over her shoulder, to get the look of both Sammy and Betty. Sammy looked eager, still like a little girl, and Betty just smiled. It looked like an easy decision. Gwen winked at her cousin and he got the message pretty quick.

“Alright, we say so, let’s go, I’m already too late to blame it on the fact that I’m better than everyone else.”

“Jake, you are better than everyone else,” Gwen said and grinned.

“I know, I know,” he said, raising his eyebrow while pretending to act all arrogant. He smiled and laughed it off, while opening the door to the car for Sammy to get in the backseat, and Betty came after her. “And Gwen, you wanna have the pleasure of driving us home?”

“It would be an honor. But if we hadn’t been here, how would you’ve gotten home then?”

“I don’t know, solved it in proper rock star spirit I suppose.”

The location was a few miles away, and did seem like a cool place. The second Sammy sat a foot inside her eyes lit up in pure joy or what she saw.

“Oh my God,” she said, leaving her mouth open for a few seconds, “they’ve got a strip pole, right there.”

“Are you going to do what I’m thinking of?” Betty asked, raising her eyebrow.

“You bet, I’m gonna get drunk, and then I’m gonna give the guys in here a show to remember.”

[Crazy diamond]

Oh my god! lmao at Sammy with going all teeny, and about the pole!

and when you said about the hoover at the beginning, my first thought-Nicky Wire-Betty will know why if she hasn't filled you in on that already...though I'm sure he probably has more than three.
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Uh huh, holy shit. It's about time you got off my dick.
A few times I've been around that track but your ass is still fat it's gonna stay like that, coz I aint your hollaback boy, I aint your hollaback boy.

Fangs Up! COBRA STYLE!

[Holy*Wentz!]

i totally wish i had time to read this still but i don't!!!!! i'm so sad cause i love ur storys Amdy but i got in trouble so im not supposed to use the computer and i havent been able to read this anymore!!!! its so sad cause its probably super funny like my little rasberry was
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It's only because I had the world Upon a string.

"Those tempurpedic beds are a son of b**ch, man."- Jon Walker!

always remember William gets to sit on the car and drink tea while his bitches do his work!

BRING BACK THE EXCLAIMATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

made by those losers briony and mykie.....

What really happened to the first album!

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[Amdy]

Jo; 'bout sammy, it was her own idea about the pole I'm doing it so she won't nag me to death.

and Holy (dunno your name :/); don't worry, I'm sure this won't disappear, you'll be able to read it when you can I am very, very thankful that you like what I do though. you get many kisses for that. (K)

[imnotworking]

[quote="Crazy diamond"]Oh my god! lmao at Sammy with going all teeny, and about the pole!

and when you said about the hoover at the beginning, my first thought-Nicky Wire-Betty will know why if she hasn't filled you in on that already...though I'm sure he probably has more than three.[/quote]

Betty here And yes, of course it's the one and only mr Wire, he's said in an interview a few years ago that he had three hoovers, one for each floor of the house

[Crazy diamond]

*slaps self for being dumb*
I didn't see this before... BETTY!!!!
You joined, that's awsome!
And now I'm laughing because I really should've have paid more attention to your user name-nice timttmy reference.
I SO read that interview too, and something somewhere about him having a handheld or something for the dog hairs?
I'd start a bet that he's got one of those new roller ball dysons too but it would be pointless coz OBVIOUSLY he will have...

and just to go back on topic lol, Amdy, update dear. Soon.
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Uh huh, holy shit. It's about time you got off my dick.
A few times I've been around that track but your ass is still fat it's gonna stay like that, coz I aint your hollaback boy, I aint your hollaback boy.

Fangs Up! COBRA STYLE!

[Amdy]

I'm working on it :/
or... the weather's been so nice, and I've been kind of busy.
but I haven't got much to do tonight, so I might drag myself to write etc.

[Crazy diamond]

Haha acting out film scenes, is that what constitutes being busy these days? Lol, warm weather doesn't last forever afterall, better to make the best of it.
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Uh huh, holy shit. It's about time you got off my dick.
A few times I've been around that track but your ass is still fat it's gonna stay like that, coz I aint your hollaback boy, I aint your hollaback boy.

Fangs Up! COBRA STYLE!

[Amdy]

um, you got me

[Amdy]

Gwen's jaw dropped, almost literally to her feet, while she was trying to figure out if she should cry or laugh, or both, at the sight of her one year younger friend. She sure knew how to use that pole, there were no questions about it. Gwen just wasn't sure if she wanted her there of all places. Well, she knew that there was no way in hell to get Sammy down from that spot.

"My God, have she been practicing or something?" Betty added after taking a zip from her glass of vodka, that she really shouldn't have been drinking, according to the law. During the night, she'd exclaimed in various Russian sentences here and there. Everyone around her supposed that that was the consequence of vodka for her.

"I have no idea, but now I see why she was so out of breath at times when I called," Gwen's replied to Betty's question, still with raised eyebrows. "But where has she been hiding a fucking pole?"

"I concur to that question," Betty said and raised her glass to the ceiling. With a bump, Sammy flew down on the seat beside Gwen at the table, who desperately did anything in her power to cover up Sammy's way to low cleavage.

"Gwen! You should try to live life a little bit, baby!" Sammy said, and took a quick zip from Betty's glass, making a grin as her consequence from drinking it. Gwen shrieked and snatched the glass from Sammy's hand.

"You're not supposed to drink! Neither of you are 21 yet, it's not fucking legal."

"Gwen, will you just relax a little. You knew this would happen when we stepped our feet into this place," Betty said, taking back the glass of vodka.

"Can you two just act it out that you are a little bit responsible after all, for me? Please?" Gwen frowned a little bit after her words. Sammy had pulled the nearest young guy to her face, and they were now exchanging saliva generously. He didn't seem to have any problems with it.

"I have just one thing to say to you, Gwen; Tvoya mamu, moya grelka." Betty said as she put the glass on the table, and she was actually glaring at Gwen. Maybe that was another bad consequence of the alcohol?

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"You mom is my bed warmer."

"Ouch, that hurt," Gwen said, and knew that she probably shouldn't take it too seriously, but things like that still burn a little. She shrugged it off quickly, just because of the alcohol involving. Betty would be very lovable in an hour or two. "I'm just gonna go somewhere where I can't bother you, and like, make a call."

She left the table, and was almost on her way of bumping into a stranger in the doorway on her way out. Alright, maybe it was the sort of anxiety-attack she hadn't had before the trip yet, that was starting to creep in on her. She looked at her phone and wondered if it was the right thing to call Brendon or not. She hesitated to press the green button, time and time again.

"Call the dude," a female voice said behind her. She was completely tacken by surprise and turned around to face a dark-haired woman, leaning against the wall and easily taking a drag for her cigarette.

"Huh?" If Gwen had been on a better mood, she'd probably said hello first, but now she was just confused.

"I said; call the dude. I can see it in the way you are shilly-shallying, I tell you. Been there, done that."

"Oh, I don't know, maybe later."

"Alright, only if you do it," the woman said, took another drag and leaned her head against the brick wall.

"Sorry, I'm Gwen and new in town," Gwen said and reached out her hand toward her.

"I've so noticed, you've got no idea. This place ain't big just because it's a suburb to some shitass huge city." She took Gwen's hand and shook with all of her heart.

"You're not gonna tell me your name?"

"Oops, sorry love, Jo's the name."

"Just Jo?"

"I suppose it's supposed to be some sort of shortening of a name, and yes, it is, but you can just call me Jo." She put out the cigarette on the ground, and stomped on it a little extra with her foot. "So, what brings you to out charming little dump?"

"You're exaggerating now, this is way better than a dump, you haven't got trash on your streets of what I can see."

"Okay, but why are you here?"

"We're on a road trip and we're stopping by at my cousin."

"Who your cousin then?"

"Jake, you know him?"

"Sure I do, well, not that good, but we definitely say hi to each other walking down the streets."

"Awesome." Gwen was now standing beside Jo, leaning in the same relaxed way. She liked that woman, as she could feel that they had a lot of things in common. She offered Gwen a cigarette, but she shyly turned it down. Jo just shrugged her shoulder, lit up a new one, and took a deep breath.

"Y'know, I should really go home and do a 'Nicky Wire'." Gwen didn't think much of the hint of her Manics-knowledge.

"Do a what?"

"'Nicky Wire', clean baby, he's got like OCD or something, and owns a lot of vacuum cleaners."

"Hang on a minute. You like Manic Street Preachers so much you know that?"

"No, I love Manic Street Preachers so much I would go out any day to search for Richey if the clues were given to me."

"I definitely have someone you need to talk to."

"Oyeah, who?"

"If you just go inside, and look for a red-head, waving a bottle of vodka in the air, singing something in Russian, you've got your long lost fellow Manics-lover."

"Are you serious?" Jo was ecstatic, now facing Gwen and smiling so much. "People around here don't tend to know much about the Holy Bible."

Gwen smiled and confirmed the existence of her friend Betty, and asked her to drag whatever girl dancing at the pole away from it, (she knew there would only be one), and Jo told her she would be glad to do it, even tough she would start off on the wrong track with Sammy. She took the last drag and went into the pub again, leaving Gwen leaning toward the wall by herself. Though merely seconds later, Jo peeked back again around the corner.

"You're gonna call him?" She looked very tricky, while Gwen didn't know what to say.

"I suppose so."

"Just do it, girl, I've got your back." She winked at her, and then she was gone again. Gwen stood there with the cellphone in her hand. What did she have to lose anyway? Why didn't she just do it? She pressed the button, and waited, listening to the tones on the other end, and hoped that someone would pick up.

"Heeeeeeello," she heard the familiar voice of Brendon say. He sounded tired, though as spirited as he always was.

"Babe, it was like ages since we last talked."

"I know, I know, I know, but I've really tried to find myself, y'know, the real Brendon Boyd. I think I'm on the right track, man."

"You say so? Then I just have to say that I'm at my cousin Jake's area, just chillin'. Just picked up a date for Betty, right from the streets."

"Your supercool cousin Jake? And why do you get prostitutes for Betty?"

"She wasn't a prostitute, just this really cool chick that happened to adore Manics."

"Okay, so you made Betty's evening. But what's up with you?"

"I don't know. I just miss you, that's all." There was a brief silence on the other end, as if someone was thinking, deeply.

"I miss you too. The vibe here is just so different. Only guys, y'know, but we'll be back again in your couch someday soon, right?"

"I really hope so. But I've got to go now, to see what happened to Sammy and that strip pole."

"Wait! What, a strip pole? Is she any good?"

"Oyeah, she's the best. Maybe she'll show it to you someday."

"Yeah, the day I find her walking around, high on drugs."

[Crazy diamond]

Lmao.
Love it, and love you-4 REAL lol.
I love Holy Bible! It's practically my favourite of all their albums.

"Your mom is my bed warmer" haha
Brendon's back! Aww.

I'll pm you later, had to read this even though I'm in a hurry this morning.
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Uh huh, holy shit. It's about time you got off my dick.
A few times I've been around that track but your ass is still fat it's gonna stay like that, coz I aint your hollaback boy, I aint your hollaback boy.

Fangs Up! COBRA STYLE!