Fractured Life

It was weird, not having everything set to his perfectly timed schedule, his perfect beat to life that he'd set himself and Spencer was having a hard time adjusting. He was so used to a schedule, a time for everything and everything planned months in advance. It had to be around midnight, or so he guessed, but it was so hard to tell time lately.

... It drove him crazy.

Admittedly, it wasn't as bad as the overwhelming loneliness that he sensed creeping over him. The whole ordeal broke people up into... almost new groups. There was Ryan and Brendon... Brendon following Ryan around like a lovesick puppy dog and Ryan pretending he didn't notice, and didn't like it. There was... God where was Jon. It seemed like weeks since he'd caught sight of the bass player. At least when Jon was around, even on tour, he had someone to talk to.

Sighing softly, he ran a hand through his hair - When you get home, get it cut, Spence. - and stared out over the ocean. He sat high up on a ledge - Normally he was terrified of heights but what really mattered anymore? - with his legs dangling over the side, his palms pressed flat against the ground. The view was beautiful but God... he'd give anything for someone, Hell even Ryan - He missed his best friend - to come sit with him, maybe even hold him for a little while.