Ryan Ross appeared awfully smug that day, which was really just bad news for everyone on the Earth, honestly people in space would be affected too, because Ryan Ross was trouble enough when he didn't seem to be so in love with the idea of himself and all that he'd 'accomplished'.

It really was the secret, carrying the knowledge that there was definitely something between him and Mr Urie that had Ryan so elated, because no one could possibly ever guess, and anyone in this school could do whatever the fuck they wanted to him, because everything in this school resulted in a trip to Mr Urie's office, and perhaps there was simply nothing that Ryan wanted more.

And no one had a clue at all. Not even Megan Clifford, who had sort of declared herself to be Ryan's best friend, and Ryan didn't quite have the effort to argue with her, and well, Jon was still kind of pissed at him for setting his hair on fire, so perhaps it was a good thing for him.

Honestly, it was probably a good thing that Megan didn't know, Ryan reckoned that telling Megan was easily the worst thing he could do. Sure she knew he liked Mr Urie, sure she knew that he wanted there to be something between them, but she had no idea as to just how physical that something was becoming, and really, she just didn't need to know.

And it was fine with Ryan's conscience, because he didn't really have much in the way of one, and that should bother him, but it didn't. A lot of things should have bothered Ryan Ross. A lot of things didn't.

Ryan had come to conclude that perhaps he really did not want to go maths class that day, and had solved his little dilemma with just sitting outside behind the art block, and seriously, no one had even noticed his absence and it had been like twenty minutes, so he thought fuck it, because no one could care less, and rolled himself a joint, smoking weed on a corner of the school premises where no one really bothered to look.

If anyone even caught him, they'd just send him to Mr Urie, and Mr Urie was only going to smoke the weed for him, so the threat was hardly intimidating, and as another ten minutes went by, Ryan found himself oddly comfortable with just smoking weed behind the art block, and skipping maths class.

Like seriously, were all of the teachers dead, because he usually didn't go unnoticed for so long?

Peace didn't last forever, though, and Ryan learned that first hand with the half heart attack he received as a certain green haired kid he sort of vaguely knew the name of... Mark, or something like that, made his way around the back of the art block, and made eye contact with Ryan, who was actually just laid flat on his back, smoking without a care in the world, and laughed his fucking head off.

"Hey." Ryan sat up a little, meeting the eyes of the green haired kid.

"You're fucking ridiculous, dude, it's inspirational- hey, just don't set my hair on fire, okay?" Mark let out a spurt of awkward laughter as he stepped closer to Ryan.

"Wouldn't dream of it. Green hair's fucking cool, when I burn people's hair off, I'm usually doing them a favour." He admitted, leaning back against the brick wall as Mark stepped closer. "What are you even doing out here?" He asked, eyes widening a little.

"Mr Way left our lesson after about ten minutes to deal with some 'personal issues', putting some kid in charge and telling us all just to keep painting. So he's been gone thirty minutes, and this is me going for a smoke, because I'm pretty sure he's not fucking coming back." Mark sat down beside Ryan, glancing at the joint he was smoking before letting out a nervous laugh. "I wasn't planning on weed, but-"

Ryan rolled his eyes, passing the joint to Mark momentarily, stretching his arms a little. "Mr Way's personal issues are that whole shit storm with his boyfriends: Frank and Mr Molko. Haven't you heard about that mess already?"

"Vaguely, yeah, I just didn't reckon it was true, I mean, there's so much going around the school about them, and Frank really has a boyfriend, and it's a serious kind of thing... unfortunately-"

"Unfortunately?"

"The guy's an asshole." He paused, gauging Ryan's reaction before going into further detail. "Yeah, I met him - it's a long story, it doesn't matter, but he's a serious dickbag, not just a prat, but he's the fucking scum of the Earth."

"Frank told one of his classes what happened, so did Molko- well, Frank wrote it down and denies it, so does Molko, because he said it in French so it doesn't count because someone 'mistranslated', but I know people who were in those classes, who heard it firsthand. Those two are pissed at each other and it's jealousy kind of pissed off and Mr Way's involved. So it's pretty obvious."

"You think Frank's cheating on his boyfriend with Mr Way?" Mark asked, not having made Frank out as the kind of guy to do so.

"If he's such a fucking asshole then who can blame him?" Ryan raised his eyebrows, again displaying his rather questionable set of morals.

"Frank and Mr Way are really close though, I don't want this shit to ruin that. That'd be horrible-"

"They're teachers, Mark, who gives a fuck?" Ryan contorted his expression into one of disbelief.

"Frank's a nice guy, like a seriously nice guy, he doesn't teach you, but I promise you - he's so nice, and it's clear he thinks highly of Mr Way. Mr Way is a bit of prat though, but Frank seems to make him happy, less of a prat, even, at times."

"You're giving a fuck about teachers, are you okay?" Ryan exclaimed, looking at Mark as if he was about to vomit or something.

"Because you don't care about Mr Urie at all..." Mark trailed off, leaving that open-ended, not really expecting Ryan to respond, but Ryan lived to prove people wrong and shatter their expectations in half.

"He's a pushover, a cute pushover. Let me suck his dick, as well. He's got a nice dick." Ryan's words were kind of half-hearted, his tone light, as if his words held no meaning, not even to him.

Mark laughed it off like a joke, "yeah, you fucking wish, Ryan. He's an idiot, but he's not getting you on your knees for him."

Ryan smiled a little, "course he's not."

-

"Brian, just fucking drop it, please." The two men stood in the very same smoking spot that had been the location in which everything had originally fallen into shit. "It's just, I'm gonna talk to him too, it's just too much if you too hate each other and are spreading it through the school, it's not appropriate, and it's fucking horrible: getting teenagers to side for you and shit."

"I didn't say anything." Brian protested, taking a drag of his cigarette, "in English," he added a few moments later, and Gerard raised his eyebrows in response.

"French." He let out a sigh, "in a French classroom - they can speak French too, some of them... vaguely." Brian laughed a little at that.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything to come of it - I was just pissed off, didn't think anyone would understand, and this mess coming of it didn't even cross my mind, honestly. I don't even hate Frank, it was quite amusing what he said, it's just... it's obvious... he likes you but he has a boyfriend: that doesn't sit right at all. I feel sorry for you and the boyfriend, he needs to pick-"

"His boyfriend is an asshole, don't fucking feel sorry for that guy." Gerard snapped, before letting out a sigh and sitting down beside the French teacher. "There's nothing between us, honestly, Brian, we're just friends, who care about each other."

"He got really damn jealous all of a sudden, you know, when it was mentioned that you and I had a history - really fucking jealous." Brian noted, leaning back against the wall, and moving his gaze as to avoid Gerard's reaction.

"No, he doesn't like me like that." Gerard assured both Brian and himself, "I would know. I really would, because maybe I want him to like me like that, but stop it, because I'm so close to accepting this. I can't let him stay with that guy, because that guy's an asshole, but he won't listen, and it's not as if I'm insisting he's with me, but I... I care a whole lot more about him than that guy seems to."

"Head over heels." Brian commented with a raise of his eyebrows.

"What?" Gerard retorted, his expression turning to one of confusion: perhaps a little over emphasised, because there was perhaps this little voice at the back of Gerard's head that knew exactly what Brian was saying, and knew exactly how true it was, and Gerard was perhaps doing everything he could think of to shut that voice out.

"You're head over heels for him." Brian smiled, "and an English teacher of all people. He's really quite cute though, don't you think? I think he likes you more than he lets on, though, which is the problem here, because if he's prepared to cheat on his current boyfriend, then what's to say he wouldn't cheat on you-"

"You don't understand." Gerard interrupted him, desperate to defend Frank Iero at all costs. "His current boyfriend... I don't know... I just don't think he loves the guy, I think he just feels like he has to be in that relationship, I can't tell you exactly why but-"

"Guy hits him? Or..." He gave Gerard a look, uncomfortable with saying the words aloud.

"Frank told me it was only once, that Max hit him." Gerard admitted, telling Brian everything before he could even fathom stopping himself, and just what Frank would do if he ever found out what Gerard had said. "I don't know how true that is, though. I want it to be true, but at the same time I... he deserves so much better. I made him promise me that the next time it happens he has to break up with the guy, but I think-"

"He's gonna hide it from you." Brian filled in the blanks, "He's either really fucking scared of this guy, or he doesn't think all that much of himself. Or perhaps both. You have to fix that problem."

"And how would I go about that? I can't just meddle so directly, because, fuck, he's going to hate me, and that's going make everything worse, as if that would be even possible, but it is." Gerard let out a sigh, "I feel like I can't help him, and I hate that. I want to help him, so fucking bad, he doesn't deserve this at all."

"No one deserves it." Brian finished his cigarette, lighting another one without a moment's thought. "You can help him, Gerard, and you have to, because he trusts you, you're close to him, and you and I are the only people who know, and it's not like he's going to listen to anything I say, is it?"

"What the fuck am I supposed to do, Brian?" Gerard exclaimed, leaning back against the wall in defeat, "if I take some move that'll actually do something, he'll freak the fuck out and hate me."

"And you care more what he thinks of you than whether that asshole keeps abusing him?" Brian glared at Gerard in disbelief. "You've changed."

"I haven't- what do you mean?" Gerard retorted, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"You used to give a fuck about people, and zero fucks about what they thought of you-"

"I still think like that... it's just Frank." Gerard let out a sigh, pulling his gaze away, "you're right, I love him." He finally admitted, and Brian fucking Molko started fucking clapping. "Stop it, asshole."

"There you go: step one complete." He exclaimed, patting Gerard on the back. "Step two, take down this asshole. Step three, date the fuck out of him."

"It's not that simple." Gerard groaned.

"Of course it's not." Brian let out a sigh, "I'm just trying to motivate you, because I'm not going to just let this happen, you got that right?"

"Brian-"

"If you don't do something, then I will, and I don't give a fuck what Frank or what anyone else thinks."

And Gerard was definitely going to fuck up everything just trying here, but it seemed like that was a risk he was going to have to take.

-

The impossible happened: Ryan Ross got bored of smoking weed.

Come something like an hour later, he found himself making his way down to Mr Urie's office, in search of some form of entertainment, and he was really fucking baked at this point, but he doubted that Mr Urie would even notice, considering that no one had noticed him just sat outside, blazing it for a good hour and a half.

Mr Urie looked up as the door opened, smiling as he heard it close, and the figure sitting down in front of him. "Ryan?" He raised his eyebrows, quickly moving to pause Netflix on his laptop. "What- what have you done?"

Ryan shrugged, leaning back in his chair, "wanna say hello sir, kinda bored too. Your school is kind of boring, you should work on that, you know?"

"Ryan, I'm watching Netflix in my office, you think I don't know?" He let out a sigh, having already gotten far too comfortable with this kid. "Okay, what's happened?"

Ryan continued to shrug, smirking a little, and Mr Urie gave up, switching tabs on his laptop and checking Ryan's file on the school system. "You haven't been in lessons, why not?"

"No one even fucking noticed, your school is so bad." He laughed at that, and Mr Urie had to stop himself from smiling, because yeah, Ryan was right, so fucking right.

"Okay, so what were you doing instead of being in class? And why exactly are you here, letting me know about it?" Mr Urie asked, still having not figured this out at all, but who could exactly expect more; to run a school like this, you had to be pretty fucking stupid.

"I'm gonna be honest with you, Bren-"

"Mr Urie." He narrowed his eyes. "You know what I said, Ry-"

"Mr Ross." Ryan narrowed his eyes in much the same manner. "I was smoking weed, like blazing it. Your school is so shit that I was just sat outside blazing for an hour and a half. I got bored, so I went to go see you. You're quite interesting to talk to actually, Mr Urie."

"Thank you," Brendon paused at that, a small smile creeping over his lips, "Mr Ross."

"And you're not gonna comment on the weed?" Ryan was even surprised by that, and it took quite a lot to surprise Ryan Ross.

"Well, if there's none left what am I supposed to do about it? Pump your stomach? This is a school not a hospital."

"Anyway, if I told you there was some left, you'd only 'confiscate it' for your own use." Ryan laughed a little at that. "I'm not stupid, Mr Urie."

"Well, Mr Ross, I'm looking at your grades here and-"

"Grades don't mean shit." Ryan let out a sigh, "I'm talking common sense, decency, there's more to intelligence than the letters A to F. Come on, you must have done vaguely well in school and college to get a degree, and then to get a headteacher job, but you are a fucking idiot: you have no common sense, and no idea what you're doing. I could probably run this school better than you."

"No, Ryan, you'd just send everyone home and come and sit with me and smoke weed, you'd do just as bad as me." Mr Urie let out a sigh. "But yeah, can I tell you a secret? You have to keep this one."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll call the cops about your weed." Mr Urie smirked, looking all too proud of himself for that one.

"Bastard," Ryan shook his head in disbelief, "but go on then, tell me a secret, Brendon."

"Brendon?"

"I called you a bastard in very same sentence." Ryan laughed it off, and Brendon couldn't help but laugh a little too.

"Well..." Brendon let out a sigh, stretching a little. "The story of how I became headteacher. Well... headteacher... long story short, I gave a lot of head to get here. I think my degree has left me more qualified in cocksucking than anything else, but now I get paid shit tons, so-"

"You're practically a prostitute!" Ryan exclaimed with the world's biggest grin on his face. "God, you're not even joking are you? It makes sense though."

"Don't do the same thing as me, Ryan, though, for real, I'm talking about... you know, what happened a while ago. Some guys are assholes, okay? Some people will take advantage of you if you let them." And that was probably the realest, fucking truest thing Brendon Urie had ever said.

"I'm not. That's not why I'm here or sucking your dick or whatever, Brendon, I'm here because I genuinely like you, and like spending time with you. Also you're way too stupid to take advantage of me, so-" Ryan stopped as Brendon began to raise his eyebrows, the man being serious for the first time in his life.

"I thought like that too, you know? I can relate to you a lot, maybe that's why you're still here, why I like you so much, but seriously, respect yourself, and don't do anything because anyone tells you to. You have potential, Ryan, you do, you just don't try at all."

"I know." Ryan let out an awkward laugh, "I'm gonna come in for my exams and everyone's gonna be like he's gonna fail and I'm gonna pull out straight As - the straightest thing in my life, and then I will laugh, because I will have proved everyone wrong."

"If you get As I will pay for you college tuition, Ryan, and I actually mean that: I want you to go somewhere-"

"Don't wanna go to college though." He admitted, "can I tell you what I actually wanna do? It's kind of... I don't know, I haven't told anyone this before?"

"Please tell me."

"I wanna do music, be in a band and all that: I can play guitar, I can sing, I'm pretty good, well I think so. No one actually knows about that. No one's ever heard me play or sing at all."

"Would you let me?" Brendon asked, his tone somewhat cautious.

"Not a chance." Ryan laughed it off, "not a fucking chance."

"I can get us a music room in private whenever, literally any time, Ryan, tell me if you change your mind."

"You're being too serious, Brendon, it's... weird," Ryan laughed at that.

"You're right it is, but I'm always going to be serious about hearing you play, you got that?"

"Yes, sir!" Ryan saluted him, leaving Brendon to shake his head a little before erupting into laughter.

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