The Group Chat From Hell

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The Group Chat From Hell
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This is my first fic. I really like reading chat fics so I think I will have fun writing one. I'm still getting used to the setup of this site so I'm gonna have a few mess ups for a while. Thanks>•
Note
Also I should have put this in my welcome, I DO NOT WRITE SMUT!! And this won't have a scheduled update time because I suck at schedules.
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Thanks Pete!

Brendon and Dallon pulled up to the beach, Brendon a nervous wreck. He was never nervous to perform, so what was going on now?

 

Brendon: we r pulling in, r u ready?

Spencer: waiting for you

Pete: brendon, chill. u r getting pre-show jitters.

Spencer: he just wants to impress his BoYfRiEnD

Brendon: I will fight you right now. how many people r there?

Spencer: a little more than usual.

Brendon: that makes me feel a little better.

Pete: you'd rather have a big crowd?

Brendon: yeah. it actually makes me more comfortable.

Pete: fair enough.

 

"So what's the plans? You have yet to tell me." Dallon asked. "Well, there is a rather big crowd over there. It just so happens that I know the performers so we get to be right by the stage." "Oh cool. Who we watching?" "That's something for you to find out." Brendon smirked. "Ugh. Fine." They both got out and made there way towards the stage.

They found the rest of the group and stood with them. Melanie looked at Brendon with a confused look. "Why aren't you-" Brendon covered Melanie's mouth.

 

Spencer: get ur ass up here!

Brendon: coming

 

"Hey, I'll be right back." "Okay." Dallon replied. Brendon slid through the crowd and backstage. "We are on in 2 minutes." Spencer said. All of a sudden they heard "Everyone welcome Panic! At The Disco!" After a 0.5 second freak out, they walked out on stage. "Hey guys how the hell are ya?!" Brendon yelled and the crowd went wild. "So we have Mr. Pete Wentz subbing as our bassist today. We also have Mr. Kenny Harris on guitar."

"Why can't you keep your members!?" Someone yelled from the crowd. "I will fight you right now." The crowd laughed. "Anyway, let's go ahead and get this damn song out of the way." The music started for I Write Sins Not Tragedies. And of course, because this was Brendon, when it got to that one part... "Oh yes but what a same, what a shame the poor grooms bride is a whore. *valley girl voice* So Slutty." The crowd laughed and sang along.

Brendon kept eye contact with Dallon most of the time. After about an hour they finished the set list, and some rather... interesting... jokes and conversations between songs. "Well, that wraps up this show. Also can we give a big thanks to Kenny." The crowd yelled and cheered. "I know I'm gonna regret this one later but thanks Pete!" "FUCK YOU BRENDON!" Patrick yelled. Brendon laughed. "Alright guys, thank you so much. You guys were fuckin awesome!"

They all walked off stage and the crowd started to leave. Brendon walked to his group of friends. Dallon walked up to him and hugged him. "That was awesome!" Brendon laughed. "Thanks." Patrick walked up to Brendon. "I will hurt you, you fucking hoe." "Love you Patrick!" "Sure..."

 

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