***I know that this isn't exactly what happened with Spencer with his addiction, but I thought I should put it in here. It'll be a sensitive subject to write about, because I just loved Spencer so much, and I was really upset when this happened. I WAS going to make it all cheery and make everything alright. But after contemplating it all in my head, I'm doing it differently. So I'm going to make it so that Brendon knew about it and everything before the tour, like he actually did. And I'm also gonna have Spencer on tour for about half of it, which he wasn't.  So that's really the only change that I made from how I previously wrote it.

The video above is where I got some of the ideas for what happens later on. It's really funny I suggest to watch if you haven't already cx***

~Brendon's Point of View~

About a month has gone by since we've been on tour. And its been one of the best times I've ever had. Well, I shouldn't say that. Its not the same without Hannah. She went on Fall Out Boy's, Save Rock & Roll tour with us. And I know that she said she wanted to be at home to take care of things. But I still miss her like crazy.

I mean, I have downloaded this Skype app. Dallon had offered to help me set it up, but it wasn't too hard to figure it out. And just about every night, I talk to Hannah for about an hour before she made me hang up and get some sleep.

Each time though, I've found that she seems bothered by something. I've pointed it out to her, but she's denied anything going on. Maybe I was paranoid? This was honestly the longest I've gone without seeing her since she disappeared from everyone for awhile. It may just be nerves of not being able to hold her in my arms, but something definitely seems to be bugging her. No, I haven't been pestering her about anything, but bringing it up every so often won't hurt right?

"Bren, we're going on in a few minutes." Spencer interrupted my thoughts. Someone else who seemed to be out of it. Or was I just crazy? He wasn't himself lately and I was worried.

"Hey uh, Spence?" He cocks his head to side slightly, waiting for me to go on. "You okay?" His eyes showed signs of guilt. I was right. There was something that was going on with Spencer. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but no words seemed to flow out of it. "Bro, you can tell me." I place my hand on his shoulder. He smiled.

"I...I just don't want to ruin the tour." He replies. His voice was merely a whisper. "I wanted to tell you before we left, but the nerves got to me. And I thought I could control it."

"What's going on?" I was confused. What couldn't he control? Was it something to have to do with is addiction?

He shifted his eyes down to the floor, avoiding my gaze.

"Come to the bus with me. I need to grab something anyway." I really didn't, but I needed an excuse to talk to him privately, without being paranoid about Dallon or Kenny walking in on the conversation. I made a motion for him to follow me out and without a fuss, he followed me. We walked out of the dressing room and back outside to the tour bus. We had to be careful of being out in the open. Fans were still trying to get into the venue, and we didn't have a security guy with us. Though most of them were already in there, listening to Walk The Moon finish their set.

"There." Spencer pointed towards one of his black tote bags at the base of the couch. It seemed to be filled with all his belongings as if he were leaving. There was a pain in my heart from seeing his upset face to his packed up bag and suitcase. But there was a folded white piece of paper resting on top of his bag. "After you all left the bus, I packed my things and wrote you guys a letter because I didn't know if I could tell you in person. But that idea just went out the window."

I honestly didn't know how to react. Did I want to read the note? Hesitantly, I walked over to where his bag was and picked up the paper. I take in a deep breath and start to read what he had written to us.

"Are you sure?" I looked back up at him.

"Yes I'm sure." He let a small smile form on his lips. And at that moment, I knew what his decision had been. It kinda hurt knowing that he would no longer be on tour or possibly even in the band.

"Well I'm just glad that you took the matter into your hands to solve this issue." I give him a smile. "You're my best friend and I support your decision entirely. Though you will be missed by everyone."

"I'm glad you say that." Spencer smiled back. "Well come on, let's made my last show a kickass one."

~~~

"Alright everyone!" I yell into the microphone as we neared the end of our set. "I have some...kind of unhappy news." I look back at Spencer who gave me a small smile from behind his drum set. We decided that this was a big thing happening with him. And he thought it was a good time to share what had been going on. Though I told him that he didn't need to tell anyone until later, but he insisted.

The crowd went silent, except for the occasional whisper exchanged around.

"Our amazing friend Spencer here," I motioned for Spencer to come join me up front. And he got out of his seat by the drums and walked over to me, putting his arm around my shoulder. And at this point, the audience cheered again, but soon going a little quite. "He's been going through a few things recently as most of you probably know. And well... I'll let him tell you guys." I handed him the mic and he paused before taking it from me.

"I feel honored, I'm actually up front. I'm V.I.P now!" He laughed and the crowd joined him. "But yes, I thought this would be a good time to say this. And in front of some of the most supportive people I know." And again, the crowd cheered. "But I have to leave for something important after this show. So I will no longer be here for the rest of the tour." The audience 'awed' and there were a few 'boos' here and there. "I know, I know. But I feel like this is the best thing I can do to fix this problem."

He handed the microphone back to me and tried to smile. "He's gonna be alright everyone." I reassured them all. I looked over at Spencer who rubbed his hands against his jeans, most likely wiping away the nervous sweat. "Don't you worry."

Spencer jogged back over to his drum set and sat down, getting ready to play the last song. Then the very beginning of one of our biggest hits began to play. Might as well make a fit, and get the crowd back into a cheery mood, right?

"Godamnit!" I screamed as I ran a hand through my hair a walked to the side of the stage a little ways. "I'm fucking tired of this song!" Pause for effect, and snap your head back towards the crowd. I took to action the movements in my head before I began to sing. "Oh, well imagine!"

The entire crowd burst out and started singing with me. It was honestly one of the greatest feelings in the world.

"Come on I know you got this part." Standing there with a giant smile on my face, I hold out my arms and let them take it away.

"What a shame the poor grooms bride is a.." And I held out the microphone to the crowd as they screamed out 'Whore'. Bringing the mic back to my face I ran a hand through my hair again and smiled wide. "She is!"

"I chimed in with a haven't you people ever heard of closing the godamn door!" The crowd kept going on with the song. I even just started dancing and not even singing the lyrics, because the fans had continued on with the song. Remember when I said that this was the best feeling? Just that fact that they know your songs and sing it back to you, is just amazing.

"You guys are all fucking amazing." I say as the song comes to an end. "Thank you all for a great night."

Everyone onstage waves as they walk off, the crowd still cheering as we do so. One of the best shows so far, though I say that almost every show.

But what sounds like the best idea? A nice cold shower to wash off all the sweat that formed on my body. And there was a lot. It was ridiculous.

~~~

"Hey baby." Her smile warmed my heart, though it was only through the screen from the laptop.

"You've said that about five times already." She laughed.

"Its about midnight. I'm tired, give me some slack." My eyes felt as if they were drooping shut, I was so tired. All the rest of the guys went to their bunks already and I was trying my hardest to stay quite.

"Babe, go to sleep. You don't have a show tomorrow, talk to me then."

"But I wanna talk to you now." I whined.

"Go to sleep." She laughed again. "I love you."

"I love you too. I'll see you in a few weeks." I blew her a kiss and ended the Skype call. And I didn't even get a chance to close my laptop before sleep took over my body.