Lunch on Thursday is awkward, to say the very least. At first, no one really talks besides a few mumbles between Spencer and Jon.

About ten minutes in, I say something to Ryan, only to remember I'm mad at him, so I turn back to face Spencer Jon, and ask how they're day went. But that doesn't really go past their reply of, "Okay. Yours?" to my reply of, "Okay." Then, that's that.

Twenty minutes in, I decide fuck it, and talk to Ryan, because like I said, it's pretty much impossible to be mad at the kid, and okay, I'm bored. But he's not really too talkative either, but he does send me an appreciative, relieved look and squeezes my hand, a thank you for finally talking to him again.

Then, the rest of the lunch continues in complete silence.

- - -

My sister calls that night, deciding to spring the news on us, only now, that she's flying in on Sunday morning with her new 'love of her life' (she's had more than one, trust me) to stay for one whole week.

I am not too thrilled about this.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my sister, I really do. But sometimes... well, sometimes she's a bit too much to take, and I just really, really am not in the mood for her with everything that's been going on lately.

She's studying religion at school (Mormon, at that), so it goes without saying that she can be a little on the close-minded side at times, especially when it comes to things like, I don't know, my sexuality. However, once again, I have to say, it's nowhere near as bad as Ryan's father.

She loves me, and accepts my decisions and all, but she just doesn't exactly agree with them, and she seems to just love to share this with me at least twenty times throughout the span of every visit, giving me examples of former gay men that turned straight (complete with pictures, and biographies, and everything).

Another thing about my sister is that she can be a bit obnoxious... and loud, really loud.

And a little, well, mean - but it's not like she means to or anything, she's just one of those people who speak their mind and say what they feel even if no one asked and it's not the nicest thing ever.

But, I love her. Honestly, I do.

Anyways, the worst thing of this whole ordeal isn't even my sister (because trust me, she might be annoying, but after seventeen years, I've learned how to handle her), but it mostly has to do with the fact that every single member of the Urie family will be at my house bright and early Sunday morning to welcome my precious, ol' sister home, and well, to meet her future husband #42. And, well, you see, this will also be the first time for any of my relatives (besides my parents, of course) to meet Ryan, and it wouldn't even be that bad except for the fact that he'll be the first boyfriend any of them will ever meet. This will be the first time my religious family will be forced to realize that yeah, I'm actually into guys, and that it isn't just some phase.

And, well, okay, it's not like I don't think Ryan will be able to handle it or anything like that (I mean, goodness, if he can handle his dad, he can handle anyone), it's just I really don't think he needs my families crap (and neither do I, thanks) on top of everything either, from the am I positive or not positive? ordeal, to not talking to his own father, to losing all his friends and practically getting shunned from his church.

Then again, Ryan is charming, and he is pretty fricken' religious like 95% of my family (besides the fact that he likes penis), cause, I mean, like sure he might not be going to church right now, but he still prays every night, and reads his bible, and makes sure we say grace before every meal, and gets all mad at me or gives me 'the look' pretty much every time I saw the Lords name in vein.

So, maybe... just maybe he'll do fine after all.

---

On Friday, seconds before I'm out the door and off to Jon's, my mom decides to randomly remember that, oh right, I'm grounded.

"Mom!" I whine, stomping my feet against the floor like a five year old kid, bag slung over my shoulder. "You have to be frickin' kidding me! That's not even fair! You totally forgot about the whole thing until now!"

"Yeah, but I remember now, and you're not going out."

"Mom! But I'm just going over to Jon's, and we haven't hung out in forever! You can't just make me not go; we've been planning this all week! He'll be crushed, absolutely crushed! And you can't crush Jon Walker, and then still call yourself a decent human being!" I threaten, eyes narrowed, and hey, I'm being completely serious here.

She twitches her lips together, and I can see her caving into me in front of my very eyes. I should get an award for these kind of things. "Uh uh and how do I know you're actually going to Jon, hmm? Isn't the reason why you're grounded in the first place because you were lying to me about going there?"

"Mom!" I repeat, and just for effect, add some more whine into my voice and a bit of a pout. "I have nowhere to sneak off to now! You know my boyfriend now. Where else would I go? You can call like, every five seconds all night, and I'll be there every single time!" I stop, think over what I just said, and quickly correct myself, "Well, maybe not even five seconds because that'd get annoying, but still. You know what I mean. Just, please, mom. Please let me go," I plead, and I'm seriously like, seconds away from getting down on my knees and begging. "And come on, you and I both know by tomorrow you're just going to forget all about my grounding again, so not letting me go to Jon's right now is really fucking pointless and just really cruel."

"Where's Ryan?" she asks.

"I don't know!" I cry, throwing my hands up in the air, because what does he have to do with me seeing Jon? "Out with some skank."

"Brendon!"

"What?" I say defensively, folding my arms over my chest. "It's true."

She sighs, and rolls her eyes.

"So... can I go? Hmm?" I ask after a second or two, sticking out my lower lip, and batting my eyelashes.

She looks me over in thought, and a minute or two passes before she sighs in defeat. "Fine," she cries. "But you better leave right now before I change my mind, because I will."

I squeal in delight, and run to throw my arms around her in a big hug, before dashing out of the house.

- - -

When I get to Jon's, Spencer's there.

I am not surprised.

His mom answers the door, and tells me to just go up to his room, and since I was assuming he was alone (because he told me he would be), I kind of just open the door without knocking, and there he is with Spencer on his bed. And well, I don't really stick around to see exactly what they're doing, before I'm screaming 'Oh my god! My poor eyes!' and dash back into the hall, slamming the door shut behind me.

I instantly hear ruffling from the other side of the door, feet pattering across the floor and hushed voices. At least they weren't naked, and for that, I am ever grateful.

A second later, the door flies open beside me, and a disheveled looking Jon stands there, face flushed. "Um, hi," he mumbles between hard breaths.

I grimace.

Spencer comes flying out of the room behind him, messenger bag on his shoulder, hair a mess, lips swollen and face even redder than Jon's as apologies slip profusely from his mouth. "I'm leaving right now," he says. "I'm so sorry. You guys have fun." Then, just to be safe, he throws in anther sorry before saying goodbye.

However, he doesn't get too far before Jon's grabbing onto his wrist - obviously as not apologetic or ashamed - and pulls him back into him, moving to press a kiss onto his lips.

Spencer turns his head though, and Jon catches his ear. "Jon," he whines, face somehow, becoming even redder. "I think Brendon's seen enough for today."

Nah, I'd say more like for the rest of my life.

"I just want a little goodbye kiss," he says, smacking his lips together at his boyfriend, hands now gripping onto his waist.

"Jon," Spencer warns again, trying to wiggle from his strong hold. "I think you can live for just this once."

"No, I can't," he says, stubbornly, shaking his head. "I just want one. Just one little, teensy-weensy kiss. Brendon will look away." He looks at me, eyebrow raised as he confirms, "You will won't you, Brenny?"

"Yes, I'll look away." I sigh, and make a big, dramatic show of turning all the way around, my back to them.

"See?" Jon says. "Now kiss me, lover boy!"

Spencer giggles, and goes, "Oh my gosh, Walker, there are no words for how much of a loser you are."

"I know," Jon replies, smug. "But you love it."

"I do," Spencer murmurs, and then I hear some of those disgusting, sloppy kissing noises they like to make, and I give it exactly three seconds before I'm loudly clearing my throat.

I hear the smack of them pulling their lips apart, and Spencer goes, "Okay, there! Now, that's it. I'm leaving now so you can have your BFF night," he says, cheery, but I so catch his voice drop at the words BFF night, and I know he's remembering how much of a douche Ryan is.

Oh, and that reminds me...

"Oh, wait, Spence," I say quickly, just as he's at the top of the stairs to leave. "I actually need to talk to you about something..."

He raises a questioning eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"Um, well, how about we go into Jon's room."

He looks between us, unsure. "But, it's your BFF night. We can just talk about it later, can't we? I don't want to like, interrupt on it or anything. I mean, I'm not even supposed to be here right..." he points out, gnawing on his bottom lip.

I shrug, and look over at Jon as I say, "Well, I don't mind breaking the rules for a few minutes. And I'm sure Jon doesn't mind either as long as it means he gets to keep you here for awhile longer."

Spencer looks up at Jon as if for permission, which I think is pretty freaking pointless because I really doubt Jon wouldn't want him to stay since he's so disgustingly in love with him. I'm right, because Jon smiles, and nods. "Yeah, I think we can break the rules. But just for a few minutes... and it's only cause you're so undeniably sexy," he says, and leans in for another kiss as Spencer makes his way back over to us.

Spencer giggles, and slaps his belly playfully, ducking away. "Stop it!" he cries.

Oh my god, I swear, I am going to get physically sick from all this cuteness. I mean, I thought me and Ryan were bad at times... but geesh, we really have nothing on them, like, at all. Not even a little.

"So, um, how do you feel about Dayna?" I ask once we're all situated in Jon's room, on his big, comfy bed.

Spencer's smile instantly vanishes at the sound of her name, and is replaced by a frown and a furrowing of eyebrows. Jon's already reaching for his hand. Spencer takes a moment, before answering with a vigorous shake of his head. "No... no," he says, already moving to pick himself up off of the bed, and onto his feet, pulling his hand from Jon's. "I really shouldn't get into this. It's really none of my business."

I grab onto his arm, stopping him. He stares down at it, blinking. "No, Spencer. Please," I beg, looking up at him with big, puppy dog eyes. "You're not getting into anything. It's just... you're the only person I know that actually personally knows her besides Ryan, and I just want to know if the bad feeling I get from her is just me being my paranoid, stupid self..."

He lets out a deep breath, as he looks me over, considering it. Finally, just when I'm about to give up hope, he sighs, and shakes his head slowly. "You're not being paranoid," he says, almost in a whisper as he looks over at Jon's window next to his bed.

My stomach drops, and I attempt to swallow the lump that all of a sudden appears in my throat, because I really don't think I wanted to hear that.

He sits back down in between me and Jon, hesitantly, like he's still trying to decide whether to get into this or not. A few more minutes of silence pass, with him staring down at his hands and Jon rubbing circles into his back like the good little boyfriend he is. Just as I'm about to ask him to elaborate more, he clears his throat and starts. "Me and her never got along." He looks over at Jon, as if he's trying to get a nod of approval or something, and Jon immediately does, along with a tiny smile.

God, they're like each other's support group.

Spencer sighs once more, and continues, "She always acted like we were buddy-buddy in front of everyone, but when it was just us, or even Ryan sometimes, and she was a total little bitch. She hated the fact that me and Ryan were friends, and were as close as we were. She was always accusing Ryan of ditching her for me all the time and that he cared about me more than her. But in all reality, it was actually me who was getting ditched for her most of the time, or else she'd throw a complete bitch fit," he explains, rubbing at his elbow, self-consciously. "Now that I think about it, I think she was jealous of me in a way." I think she thought there was something going on between me and Ryan." He looks at me the second those words leave me mouth, mouth open, as he quickly adds, "I mean, not like we were together or anything."

I laugh. "I didn't think you were."

He nods, slow, then gives me an inquisitive look, like he's not sure if I want him to continue or not.

I nod for him to go on.

He lets out a long breath, and looks back down at his fiddling hands as he continues, "And, then, when you came along... oh god, she got even more jealous, and just... weird, and bitch. She'd get mad at Ryan almost every day for hanging out with you and Jon, you know, cause you guys were the 'school fags' and what not. In the beginning, Ryan would just lie about hanging out with you, but then I guess he just really started liking you or whatever, and he just... stopped caring about what Dayna had to say to you. He'd defend you and stuff, and say you're a nice guy, but she just wouldn't hear it, so he eventually stopped that too and just ignored her when she went on her little tyrants. Like, okay, this one time, right after me and Jon st - " he stops, blushes then corrects himself, "right after me and Jon got together, er well, right before we came out, we were all at youth group, and she started to say this really mean shit about you guys, like, out of nowhere. She was making up all this shit, and that you guys needed help, and like, she was telling this to everyone, and I just ended up flipping on her, I couldn't take it. Then, of course, she started calling me a fag and stuff, and that I was standing up for my 'boyfriend' and, I don't know, I just like, I couldn't even help it, I just ended up going, like, yeah, he is my boyfriend, get over it. So... yeah, that's why we came out the way we did, just all of a sudden. It was because I'd rather come out myself than have that little bitch go around and tell everyone, which I knew she was planning on doing."

By the time he finishes, his face is all splotchy, and his fists are clenched in small little balls on his lap. I think I even see a little bit of steam out of his ears.

Then there's me, completely shocked, and just wow, as I sit there, eyes wide as saucers, and my mouth even hanging open a little. Because, like, I don't know, I was pretty much expecting him to tell me in the first place that I'm wrong, and Dayna's this great person just like Ryan's always trying to convince me of, and that'd be that. Never mind him giving me a novel long explanation of how terrible of a person she is, making me even more pissed and confused that Ryan's all, Oh-Dayna-is-just-so-amazing-and-perfect.

"Oh and there was this one time," Spencer starts up again, and I kind of want to like, cry because just oh em gee, there's more. "I don't think Ryan ever ended up telling you, because he knew you'd get all mad, and jealous, or whatever. But, this one time, I don't know, maybe it was a month after you guys started seeing each other, or whatever, you know, like when he was still seeing Dayna. And, I mean, she knew, it was obvious. She never exactly told Ryan she knew, like in those words, but she definitely hinted about it all the time, and well, of course, back then Ryan just denied it."

He pauses, and rubs his forehead with his fingertips. "I shouldn't even be telling you this, you know. This really isn't even any of my business... you should just talk to Ryan about it..."

"No, Spence," I plead, sticking out my lower lip in a pout, because hey, if it worked on my mom, it can work on Spencer Smith. "Please. I've tried, so many times. He's not going to tell me. He's got it so set in his mind that Dayna is just this super amazing person, who can like, do no wrong, and that I should just give her a chance and we can all live happily ever after, or some shit like that," I explain, bitterly, even throwing in a tiny eye roll. Spencer laughs softly, but I can tell it's a sad kind of laugh. "Please, just, tell me. I won't bring it up to him, and even if I do, I won't tell him you told me..." I promise.

He looks at me, skeptical, because I mean, if I do bring it up to Ryan (which I most likely will, knowing me) and tell him Spencer didn't tell me, he'll obviously know I'm lying, because really, who else would have told me? Dayna?

However, he lets out a defeated sort of groan, and continues regardless, "Okay... well, fine. About a month in... she tried to get him to well, you know, she tried to have sex with him. And, I mean, don't get me wrong, he stopped her right away because he's obviously gay and that's just gross. Plus, I mean, he was, and well, still is freaking head over heels for you. But anyways, she ended up freaking out on him - like always - calling him a fag and stuff, and that he was just like me, and that he was fucking you and me, and all that. He ended up calming her down eventually, and managed to convince that he just promised himself and God that he wouldn't have sex until he was married just like her, and made her feel bad for almost breaking that promise. And, I mean, it's not like he was really lying either, cause at that point I think he still thought he was going to save himself for marriage... but whatever, that's not the point. The point is, I just don't buy her being all... accepting and clam over the fact that you two fuck. Just like, all of a sudden she wants to be best buddies with Ryan, and hear all about your guys' relationship and sex life, especially not even that long after he dumped her for you. It just really doesn't make much sense, she was like, freaking obsessed with him, and it was creepy. I just can't see her getting over it that quickly." He frowns, and looks up at Jon briefly, before looking back at me, and giving me a half-hearted shrug. "I don't know. I personally don't trust her, but..."

Uh, yeah, and you think I really do? I mean, I didn't before, but now - now, just. There are no words to describe how I'm feeling.

"You know," Spencer says, a small smile making its way across his lips despite everything, "that was relieving... getting all of that off my chest, you know, besides Jon." The second those words he leaves his lips, he's looking up in Jon with this guilty expression on his face, like he totally forget he was there in the first place. "I mean, like, not that you're n -" he quickly corrects himself.

Jon cuts him off with a laugh, and kiss at the tip of his ear. "Calm down. I know what you meant, babe."

"Sorry," he mumbles anyways, before turning back to me. "Anyways, is that all you wanted to know? I mean, I realize that was a lot of information to take in, but... you asked," he points out with a shrug, like I had forgotten.

"Y-Yeah, no, that's fine," I mumble, stuttering over my words, because honestly my brain is still trying to process everything he just told me.

He looks me over for a second, with a look on his face like he's really regretting saying everything he just did. Finally, he sighs, and picks himself off the bed, and this time, I don't go to stop him. "Anyways, I better get going, let you guys have your BFF night." He bites onto his lip, and looks my, most likely, pale face over. "Brendon, please don't let this ruin your and guys' night. I mean, even if Dayna is planning something or whatever, it's not like Ryan is going to like, you know, do anything. He'll just realize how much of an idiot he's being."

I nod, because he's probably right, but... what if she does try something with him? What if she tries to kiss him? What if she tries to kiss him and he lets her? What if he leaves me and goes back to her? What if -

I try to shake the thoughts from my head, and the feeling from the pit of my stomach, but I do so without much luck.

Spencer and Jon exchange another quick, goodbye kiss, and I mumble a half-hearted goodbye, too distracted by my thoughts, and he leaves.

Jon doesn't waste any time, before he slips an arm around my waist, and I immediately fall into his warmth, dropping my head onto his strong shoulder. "Look, Bren," Jon starts in a soothing, calm voice, "don't even worry about it, okay? You never know, maybe Dayna is really being genuine and just wants to be yours and Ryan's friend."

I look up at him like, yeah, right.

He shrugs. "You never know."

"Jon, no one is that genuinely nice to their ex-boyfriend who cheated on them with a guy," I say with a distressed sigh. "It just doesn't happen."

"Well, whatever. Even if she does try something it's not like Ryan's going to do anything but tell her where to go." I can't help but crack a small smile at that, which only causes him to grin as he adds, "Have you seen the way that kid looks at you? It's like you're a... God or something. Well, maybe he wouldn't compare you to God himself, but seriously, it's close to. It's like... it's kind of like the way I look at Spencer."

I smile, and lean forward to press a kiss to his stubbly cheek. "Thanks," I mumble, because Jon has always been the best at cheering me up.

He ruffles my hair playfully, and slides off the bed, stretching his arms over his head, causing his shirt to ride up and reveal a small patch of his pale, hairy belly. "Now, let's get this BFF night started!" he cries, practically jumping up and down with excitement. "I have cookie batter, and movies - only the best chick flicks, like, ever - and I have board games, and I have -"

He continues to list off everything he has planned for tonight, and I just sit there, grinning, because there's really no better way to forget all about that stupid skank who's trying to steal my boyfriend away, then to have an awesome BFF night with Jon Walker, hands down.