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Spencer's been in Brendon's body for six hours now, and it's driving him crazy. Waking up in someone else's body would be fucking weird even if it weren't Brendon's.
The whole experience is just getting under his skin, somehow. Everything's so... distracting. He feels unbalanced, walking around with a different center of gravity, with legs that just don't stride like his, and he keeps getting caught up in the unexpected rub of fabric over a body that is a completely different shape. He's used to moving from his hips, which *works* in his body, but in Brendon's it just looks silly.
And it just feels like he'll never settle in, like there's this weird fog of being... wrong somehow he can't shrug off. It clouds up in his head and itches under his skin and he keeps trying to shrug it off but he can't shake it loose. If he trusted himself to do one of Brendon's fucking backflips he totally would, that's how bad he wants to escape this feeling.
"Dude." He looks up and Brendon's holding a Red Bull just out of his reach, smirking like Ryan does when he squeezes a particularly obscure word into a lyric.
"What?"
"You pretty much look like you could use this." Brendon gazes steadily at Spencer's dubious expression. "No, seriously, dude, I think it would help."
"No thanks. This whole body thing is already making me twitchy as fuck without getting wired on fucking Red Bulls."
Brendon plops down next to him--and how did he figure out how to move normally in Spencer's body so fast, the motherfucker?--and pries open his hand to put the Red Bull in it. "Trust me on this one, dude, the Red Bull will help."
Spencer rolls his eyes and pops open the can. He takes a dubious look at it and lakes a long sip. It's not like he could really get any more wired and edgy than he already is, so what the hell.
Halfway through the can, he realizes that the edginess is calming down a smidge. He's still in the wrong body, shaped the wrong way, sounding wrong, but at least he feels like he can wrap his head around it a little bit more without needing to do fucking acrobatics or whatever to deal.
He sighs and drains the can. When he looks up, Brendon is smirking at him. "Told you so."
"I don't even get you and your weird-ass remedies, dude."
Brendon just raises an eyebrow at him. "So, it's actually kind of hilarious watching you deal with ADD for the first time or whatever, but we've got planning to do if we want to be back in our own bodies for tomorrow's show. I needed the full Spencer brain on this one, and caffeine and taurine really do help. So come on, let's go find that guy from the carnival and see if he knows anything."
He leaps to his feet and Spencer follows him, feeling for the first time in the last six hours like this is something he can handle.