Spencer blinks at Brendon. "We are not," she says, "we do too talk."
"'We do too talk,'" Brendon mimics, and shakes his head. "What about in Maryland, when you refused to tell Ryan you hated his idea for the drum track because, like, you actually would need eight hands to play it, or on tour, when it took him three weeks to actually ask you why you were going off with Tom every few days, or--"
Spencer covers his mouth with her hand and glares. Tries to. She's pretty tired. "So sometimes we suck, fine. I just, you know."
"You want to know why he's posting cryptic quotes that sound nothing like the lyrics for their new songs, I feel you. Well, no, because I'm in enough trouble with my own words at this point and don't really want to get into Ryan's head again, but seriously, Spencer, this is what he does. Let's enjoy the fuck out of Australia and worry about Ross when we get home, yeah?"
"Fine," she says, and Brendon grins at her. "Now get off of me, freak," she adds, and pushes him off her lap. He collapses onto the floor with a great deal of flailing, most of it faked (stupid tiny flexible boys), and she laughs at him but helps him up.
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Date: 2010-03-08 10:30 am (UTC)"'We do too talk,'" Brendon mimics, and shakes his head. "What about in Maryland, when you refused to tell Ryan you hated his idea for the drum track because, like, you actually would need eight hands to play it, or on tour, when it took him three weeks to actually ask you why you were going off with Tom every few days, or--"
Spencer covers his mouth with her hand and glares. Tries to. She's pretty tired. "So sometimes we suck, fine. I just, you know."
"You want to know why he's posting cryptic quotes that sound nothing like the lyrics for their new songs, I feel you. Well, no, because I'm in enough trouble with my own words at this point and don't really want to get into Ryan's head again, but seriously, Spencer, this is what he does. Let's enjoy the fuck out of Australia and worry about Ross when we get home, yeah?"
"Fine," she says, and Brendon grins at her. "Now get off of me, freak," she adds, and pushes him off her lap. He collapses onto the floor with a great deal of flailing, most of it faked (stupid tiny flexible boys), and she laughs at him but helps him up.