Oh Baby, You're A Classic. Like A Little Black Dress...

Ryan's POV

Suddenly, an average-height girl, wearing emo pants and had one of P!ATD's tee(shirt)s on, walked quickly into the room. "Oh, Ryan!" she sobbed, as she walked upto me and hugged me, "Are you ok, love?!" I hugged her back tightly, "Yes, Lyndsey, I'm fine. It's just like if I got a really bad nosebleed...and got bad bruising!" I smiled at her, trying to calm her down, and hugged her tighter. "Oh!" Lyndsey sobbed. "I'm so sorry!" she cried. I started to kind of laugh. "Why, baby? It's fine...Wanna hear what happened??" I asked, sticking my tongue out. "YES!" she exclaimed. So I told her everything. Everything about the guy, everything about what the cops told us, just everything! "Did you say Joe Misleeviche?" she asked, almost dropping her jaw down to the floor.

Lyndsey's POV

"Yeah. I did, babe." he said, "Why?" "...Just wondering." I said,…

Brendon's POV

I was on my way home from Angels & Kings, when Pete called me and told me the news. "He did....WHAT?!" I literally slammed on the brakes and did a U-turn, stepping on the gas towards the hospital that Pete said everyone was at.

Pete's POV

Brendon bursted into the hospital room. "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!" "Calm down, Brendon. I'm fine." Ryan said. "Yeah," I joked, "Ryan can really take a punch by a crazy dude, aha!" "Still...What the fuckkkkkk happened?!" he yelled.

Ryan's POV

"Are you ok?!" Brendon asked, concerned, coming over and hugging me. "Yeah. Great." I said, "Great for getting punched in the face by a crazy!" I forced an unsure smile. He hugged me again and sat next to me on the egde of the hospital bed.
-The Next Day- The very next day, we learned that the…

Brendon's POV

"Took ya guys long enough!" I joked, as I got into the backseat, to let Ashlee sit up front with Pete. "Shut the fuck up, Brendon!" Pete said, a little coldly.  "Yeah, ya varmot!" Ashlee exclaimed, "Shut yer mouth up!" "Damn, I was kidding!" I said, defending myself. "Assholes..." I muttered said under my breath, as I stared out the window.

Pete's POV

I started the car in dead silence. We were all quiet until we got to Angels & King's. "I'm so ready for this!" Brendon said, all pumped, "I've had a really shitty week this week." "You're in a world-famous band, with which a ton of hotttttttt girls want to sleep with you DAILY!...How in the fuck can you ever have a 'bad week'?!" Ryan asked, throwing Brendon a "wtf" look. "Good point." Him and Brendon shared a quick laugh, as we all started…

Pete's POV

"So, where are we going?" Brendon asked, excitedly. I laughed, "I'm not telling!" Brendon frowned, "Why not?!" "Cuz," I said, still laughing, "The club is special!"

Brendon's POV

I grinned. "Oh, really now?" Pete laughed again, "Yes! It's mine, so it's always special!" We all laughed as Pete pulled into the driveway of his Hollywood home. "What are we doin' here?" Ryan asked from the backseat. "I have to get my 'blushing bride'." Pete chuckled, as he got out of the car and slammed the door behind him, leaving us to fend for ourselves.

Pete's POV

I went into the house, screaming, "Baby! Come on! We're leaving!!" Hemmy met me at my feet, followed by the rest of the dogs.  I bent down to pet them. "Hey guys." I said softly, as I stood back up. All of a sudden, Patrick poked his head out from…

Pete's POV

I hopped out of the shower and got ready to go.  Then, I headed out the door over to Spencer's pad.  I pulled into the driveway, parked the car, and got out.  I dusted myself off and went to the door and knocked on it, waiting a couple minutes before Ryan opened it.

Ryan's POV

I smiled when I saw that it was Pete at the door.  "Please. I said no pictures!" I laughed, as I gestered for him to come inside. "Oh, ya. Very funny." Pete joked.  I shut the door behind us and we both walked into Spencer's living room, where the rest of the guys were at.

Spencer's POV

Ryan and Pete walked into the living room, and I smiled. "Hey dude. What's up?" He walked over to me, smiling, and greeted me as well.  "So, what are…

Ryan's POV

On the way to Spencer's, I got out my cellphone and called him. After a couple rings, he answered. "Hello?" I smiled as I said, "Ey budday! What's goin' on?!" I can tell he was smiling once he realized it was me.  "Not a lot, partner. What you doin'?" "Comin' to get you!" I laughed. "Why?" he chuckled, "What are we doing?" "Hangin' with Pete." I said, "And Ashlee." "Oh cool. How far are you?" he asked. "Pulling into the driveway now." I said, pulling my car to a stop.  "Oh, ok. See ya in a sec." he said, "Bye." "Bye." I said, hanging up.  Jon, Brendon, and I got out of the car and walked upto the door. Brendon knocked on it.

Spencer's POV

I hurried up and got dressed.  I also hurried to the door and opened it when I heard knocking on it.  I let…

Note:  I'm sorry about the very short chapter. I totally didn't realize I made it like that.  But I hope you like it anyway :)

Jon's POV

"Oh haha, Brendon!" I scowled, "You know as well as I do that I am NOT a morning person!"  Ryan looked at his watch, then said, "But Jon, it's 2:03 in the afternoon..."  I scowled again. "Well...WHATEVER!"  Brendon started laughing, pissing me off even more. "Shut the fuck up, Brendon! Jesus!"

Brendon's POV

"Ooh!" I teased, "Touchy much?" "Oh, whatever Brendon." Jon muttered, making me laugh again.  "Ok, well if you guys can stop being so petty now..." Ryan said, looking at his watch, "We still have to go get Spencer from his house."  We all walked to his car, got in, and left for Spencer's.

Brendon's POV

"Come on! Let's go!" I yelled, "We're gonna be late, motherfucker!"  I heard feet scrambling, followed by, "O..okay! Gimme a minute!" He yelled back.  "Stupid fuckin' Ryan." I muttered under my breath, shaking my head.  A couple minutes later, he came barrelling down the stairs, putting an arm through the sleeve of his suit jacket, then buttoned it up.

Ryan's POV

"Gee-zus, Ryan!" Brendon scolded, "Took ya long enough!" "I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" I said, "I just couldn't find a good outfit to wear!"  Brendon laughed as he opened the front door, "You're such a chick." I laughed, as we both headed out the door and to the driveway, to my baby: My 2009 Mercedes-Benz, custom-designed!  We got into the car and grabbed a quick lunch, then we were off to pick up Jon and Spencer.  "Are we off…