I sat at the table twiddling my fingers and twisting them together.

Brendon had been in the bathroom for fifteen minutes now. And I wasn't about to walk in and ask him what he was doing.

So I just sat there.

•

I had let my eyes drift to my phone and read some articles about Queen and The Beatles. They were interesting, but not as interesting as if Brendon came out of the bathroom.

As I clicked to go to the next page someone sat down across from me. My head snapped up to see Brendon. His face was flushed and he had a lopsided grin on his face.

"H-hi Ryan." Brendon smiled. I didn't care that Brendon had said my name. It sounded good coming off his tongue.

"H-hi." I couldn't up but trip over my own wording.

"I have a question." Brendon said fumbling with his necklace. I smiled and tilted my head slightly to the side.

"Yeah?" Both of us were blushing like crazy at this point.

"Um I know, I'm p-pretty sure I didn't do a good job of talking to you. But t-the boy I have m-my eye on is," he paused for a moment and chuckled softly looking to the ground. "It's so funny because like I'm really bad at talking to people. And when I met my favorite band I-"

"Get to the point Brendon." I didn't say it in a rude way. But I couldn't wait. I needed to know who the boy was.

"R-right. Sorry. Um Pete says I don't talk to him enough and I should just talk to him. But it's hard because he's so goddamn gorgeous I look like trash compared to him. So I'm sure he doesn't like me or know I like him. His lips are so beautifully shaped. And the most beautiful things escape from them. And I swear sometimes he wears lipgloss."

"He's beautiful, the clothes he wears. Not that everything is about looks, no, no, no. His voice is one of the best things about him. It's so soft and I could listen to him say the same word over and over everyday for the rest of my life and I would still love him. He loves dogs. And his little brother, and his best friend. He takes care of his best friend so much, you can really tell he cares about him."

"If only he knew how many songs I've written about him. And how many times I've cried about him. And how many times I've pasted him in the halls and he's been looking at me. I've watched his eyes wonder over to me so many times. And I'm not sure if he's ever seen mine follow him."

"And Ryan," Brendon reached across the table and grabbed my hands. I was shaking and I knew my hands were sweaty. "Will you go to the dance with me?"

•
A/N
He. Asked. Him. To. The. Dance. In. A. McDonalds.
Yayyyy
Some ppl wanted this to move along and stuff so yeah :)
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•Song Suggestion•: Old Fashioned by Panic! At The Disco
•Fun Fact•: I fricken love awsten knight
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