Five pairs of eyes darted over to the approaching newcomer. Her flowing golden hair trailed behind her before it stopped in sync with her to her shoulder. With a closer look, purple tips could be seen at the end of the golden hair.
She returned all of their gazes with her hazel eyes, dancing with excitement.
"Daryl, my love!" Michelle exclaimed as she skipped over to the blonde-haired girl. "You're here." Then Michelle leaned into her ear and whispered so only Daryl could hear "and perfect timing, might I add."
Daryl smiled, slyly. "I overhead Remy saying something about me singing and so I decided to swing by his fountain."
Remy ignored the gossiping two girls. He picked up his guitar, slung it on his back and walked over to the group of three boys. He held out his hand for Brendon, for he was the closest to him.
"Thanks for helping me out, man."
"No pro-" Remy pulled Brendon into a hug when he gripped his hand for a handshake. "-blem."
Remy could hear Daryl or was it Michelle?- gasp in the background and he smiled to himself. There's nothing like making his best friends jealous.
"Thanks to all of you." Remy said gesturing to all the boys. They each reassured it was no problem and that they were only trying to help.
Then Ryan turned to Michelle, who was secretly admiring the boys with Daryl while they were distracted. "Are you all right? I noticed that you were screaming."
"Nothing a hug can't fix." Michelle said pulling a surprised Ryan into a hug. "Sorry, we have a compulsion to hug handsome strangers." Ryan blushed and to prove Michelle's point, Daryl pulled Spencer into a hug.
"Does this cell phone belong to anyone?" Remy had suddenly asked. Everyone turned to find Remy sitting on his fountain, already situated to play. Ryan walked the short distance to Remy.
"It's mine, thanks." Ryan said taking his cell phone out of Remy's waiting hand. Ryan noticed it was remarkably soft, Remy's hand that is, but he put it in the back of his mind. "We came back to look for it."
"It's no problem." was all Remy said before he started to play the first song that came to his mind. "It's really the least I can do after what you did for me."
The group stood in a somewhat comfortable silence as Remy played his guitar in the background. Brendon was shifting his weight from foot to foot. Daryl started humming along to Remy's tune.
"You're pretty good," Spencer noted politely. Remy looked up, tilted his head, and smiled. For some reason, Remy's smile seemed strange to Spencer.
Ryan studied the way this blue-haired boy played his guitar. "You could be a pro." He commented.
Remy shook his head, causing his electric blue-hair to cover his eyes.
Michelle rolled her eyes. "He's being modest."
Daryl nodded, agreeing. "You should hear him at some of his gigs; he's amazing."
A faint blush crept across Remy's face. He prayed no one noticed.
Brendon nodded as he too started to hum along. "I can believe that." Then he suddenly grabbed both Ryan's and Spencer's arm, excited. "We should go to one of his gigs."
Remy was suddenly alert. "Oh, no, I could never ask you guys to do that"
"No need to ask sunny boy!" Brendon pronounced.
"Who are you calling sunny boy, fatso?" Remy said suddenly defensive. Both Brendon and Remy looked as if they had been slapped in the face. "I d-didn't mean that! I'm extremely sorry. You are in no way fat and I just had this weird dj vu and I didn't mean to offend-"
"It's all right!" Brendon put his hand on Remy's shoulder. Michelle and Daryl exchanged grins once they noticed how incredibly red Remy's face was. Michelle knew Remy well, even as a child when he was a completely different person. She also knew that Remy tried to keep control of his constant blushing and succeeds most of the time any way, she reminded herself as she watched Remy stumble on a few notes of his song. She wondered if the blushing was a cause of the embarrassment of accidently insulting someone, or because he was in the presence of three members of Panic at the Disco, or the fact that the Brendon Urie was touching his shoulder. Or maybe, Michelle thought, it was something else.
"No harm, no foul." Brendon's voice snapped Michelle back into reality.
"So you can stop blushing now." Daryl laughed as Remy gave Michelle a venomous look.
"Thank you, Michelle, for your lovely observation." Remy started sarcastically. He got back into his playing stride, and his cheeks were no longer tainted pink. "I don't know what I would do if you hadn't pointed that out."
"Well, you stopped, didn't you?" Michelle noticed. Remy just glared at her.
"So let me get this straight. You're Michelle." Spencer said pointing to the brown-haired girl who beamed when she heard her name. "And you're Daryl." He pointed to the blonde-haired girl who nodded her head in response. "And of course, you're-"
"Incompetent." Remy finished for Spencer. "And of course you're Brendon Urie, Spencer Smith and Ryan Ross." Remy looked up. "I think everyone's covered now, yeah?"
"Mister Incompetent, play a song I can sing to." Daryl requested as she skipped over to lean beside Remy against the gleaming fountain. As the blue-eyed boy started playing, the blonde-haired girl immediately recognized one of her favorite songs and started singing softly.
Michelle watched the duo. Daryl was Michelle's best friend; so of course, Michelle had to introduce her childhood friend/roommate to her best friend. And through many nights, talents were discovered, thus creating what we have here today. Daryl was the singer while Remy was the guitarist. Whenever any of their jobs weren't paying well enough, Daryl and Remy would do a few gigs in town or more infamously by this fountain where they have recently been banned from 'disrupting the peace' by an anonymous prick.
So Michelle paid no mind to the pair as she walked determinedly to the three boys. Normally, it would be Remy or Daryl who would confront strangers with boldness, not Michelle, but the two had plunged into their musical fairy no pun intended, sorry Remy- land, leaving Michelle to fend for herself.
"Just ignore those two." Michelle said earning Ryan's, Spencer's and Brendon's attention. "He is Remy Taylor and he's playing this Saturday at the club down the street with some band at nine, in case you were still interested."
Ryan mused this over. "It would be nice to listen to some decent local music."
"And escape from aggressive fans." Brendon added.
"We'll be there." Spencer said finally and Michelle's heart jumped with anticipation.
"That's great!" Michelle said and then as nonchalantly as she could although her heart was threatening to burst out of her chest, she added "And if you ever happened to be in town again, and, you know, you wanted to hang out again with us (or me), we'll probably be here or in jail."
The three boys exchanged a smile.
"Well considering we live by here" Brendon started.
"There's a good possibility we'll probably see you around-"
"We'd love to hang out some time." Spencer interrupted Ryan.
Michelle smiled as coolly as she could, but inside of her, her heart and mind were having a Fourth of July celebration with fireworks and tequila. "That'd be great." She managed to say calmly.
Spencer looked at his watch. "We better go if we want to make it in the guitar shop before it closes." Remy looked over curiously at the mention of guitars like a dog when his name is called. "It was nice meeting all of you, again."
"See y'all later!" Brendon waved as the three boys descended into the town towards the guitar shop.
Michelle turned back to her two best friends who had now finished their song and Remy was now aimlessly playing chords.
"Woo hoo! Michelle asked out three out of four members of Panic on a date!" Daryl cheered slinging an arm around her shoulders. "I didn't think you had it in you. You're usually the polite one."
Michelle tried not to blush. "You eavesdropped?" and then she added as an afterthought "and it's not a date!"
"Of course!" Daryl proclaimed and Remy nodded. "And you never know."
"I don't have a show Saturday." Remy mused aloud, confused.
Michelle nodded, vigorously. "Yes, you do. Didn't I tell you one of the members of the band called, asking if you would fill in since one of their guitarists is out with the flu and I told them yes for you?"
Remy frowned. "You seemed to have neglected to mention it. Obviously."
"Well, I'm telling you now."
"I suppose its better telling me now than never. I could have embarrassed myself by playing on top of one of the tables or jumping on stage so Brendon wouldn't think you were lying."
Daryl and Michelle cocked their eyebrows. "You said Brendon." Daryl started. "Don't you mean 'they'?"
Remy turned his head to the side and shook his head slightly so he could hide his eyes behind a screen of electric blue hair. "That's what I said, isn't it?"
"Noo, you definitely said Brendon, clear as day." Daryl said slowly. Michelle's eyes widened.
"You need your hearing checked." Remy insisted.
Michelle and Daryl gasped at the exact moment, that it was almost comical.
"Our little Remy has a crush on the Brendon Urie!" Michelle exclaimed. "I knew it!"
"Are you kidding me?" Remy said, looking aghast. "I don't have a crush on him. I just met the guy in person."
"But that's the beauty of celebrity's crushes you don't have to actually meet the celebrity and the fact you did makes the crush stronger!" Michelle said.
"You're crazy."
"Is Brendon even bisexual?" Daryl mused aloud as her and Michelle ignored Remy's denials. Michelle shrugged.
"I take that back, you're both crazy and completely out of touch with reality."
"We should have given him Remy's number." Michelle said. Michelle and Daryl looked over at Remy, curiously when he had gone silent.
"Remy, I know that look," Daryl started. "What did you do and whose going to jail for it?"
"Geez Ryan, do you think you spent enough money in there?" Brendon teased as he held one of the three guitars Ryan had purchased in the guitar shop.
Brendon, Ryan and Spencer decided to take a stop on the way home from the expensive guitar spree and buy some smoothies. Now they were heading back to Brendon's place.
"I doubt it," Spencer chimed in. "It is Ryan we're talking about."
"True, true." Brendon agreed.
Ryan rolled his eyes at the two on either side of him. Before he could respond, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. It was a text message from Pete Wentz, his usual correspondent. After he finished replying, he noticed that he had one extra contact than he had a week ago.
"Hey, did you guys add a number on here?" Ryan asked. They shook their heads.
"Why do you ask?"
"Because I have one more than I had." Ryan mumbled.
Brendon rolled his eyes. "I'm sure you just miscounted."
Ryan thought over that possibility. To be on the safe side, he recounted. That's when he noticed a strange name.
"Do you recognize the number?" Ryan asked showing them the number.
"It's someone local." Spencer noticed.
"Who the hell saves their number under 'New Contact'?" Brendon pointed out.
"I don't know" Ryan murmured.
"Call it!" Brendon urged.
"You should if it's bugging you that much." Spencer agreed.
Ryan decided that was probably the easiest way to decide whose number it was and pressed the talk button on his phone to call the number...
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