Antidepressants were swimming in the river, and our bloodstream were just as polluted as the waterways.

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In Coal Hill, there's a group of misfits. It only takes a week but everyone learns-one way or another-that six children  with nothing in common are sticking together no matter what. Some already knew it. Even if it was a group of outsiders, the Cool Kids-an ironic name of course given to them by first graders-were not invisible. Therefore when Newt Saxon and Brendon Urie returned, it was only a matter of time before the group reformed. And words....words travel fast in high school.

What was this group of misfits, though? How did they all become this weird group? What connected them? Was Brendon just as insane as them? These were some of the questions Ryan wanted the answer to. Did he know where to get them? Well not exactly. He, however, knew Joe Trohman and Pete Wentz so that was almost as good.

"And we should help you because...."

"Because you love me?"

"Not happening, bro."Ryan scoffed at Joe's refusal and turned to Patrick who tried to enjoy his morning in quiet. The blonde chose to ignore him and let him burn. Something totally unfair because Ryan rarely asked for favors. Okay maybe not so rarely. But this was the third time he wanted something from his friends.

Okay it was the third time this month but still.

"You don't even know what I wanted to ask you."

"The answer is still no."

"Thanks, Pete."

"Oh not again with this meme. I am officially regretting every decision I've ever made."Patrick mumbled to himself"Look, the skinny model over here has a crush on Brendon Urie."

"I do not."

"Oh really? Well in that case, guys forget I said anything. We'll be on our way."

"No, no stop. I don't have a crush on him, I just find him aesthetically pleasing."

"Can't blame you, dude, he's a good looking guy."Pete agreed making Patrick frown"If it's a heart matter, we might consider helping."

"Unless it's something illegal."

"Especially if it's something illegal."Pete argued before turning to Ryan"What do you need?"

"Anything you can get."

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Sometimes, Brendon stays on his bed for hours. It doesn't happen often, he hates apathy more than anything, but when it does it's awful. There are happy days with blue skies when Brendon walks around and behaves as if he had drunk ten energy drinks and twenty cups of coffee. He's energetic to the point that no one-except his family and his childhood friends-can put up with his behavior. During their second move, his parents realized that such a behavior is not acceptable or normal for that matter. Of course having one happy, but jumpy, kid was better than five moody ones but the Uries still chose to get help.

So this was how Brendon was diagnosed with ADHD.

At first, it wasn't so bad. Naturally, Brendon despised the pills he was given and believed that they erased a part of who he was but after seeing progress being made he accepted the fact that he was ill. He was ill and the pills were helping him get better. Suddenly he began learning better, he could concentrate, he even began track running.

Then suddenly, the voices began.

The doctors in Liverpool had told him not to worry. ADHD was often mistaken for depression so having some bad days was completely normal. Brendon and his parents believed them. By the time they moved again, however, Brendon didn't have bad days. He had bad weeks and bad months. He wasn't sad, oh God no, depression for him was far worse.

He was angry.

He was apathetic.

He was hopeless.

He was lonely.

He was anxious.

Sometimes he was entirely numb.

Other doctors found him clinically depressed and claimed it was also normal for ADHD patients to have symptoms of depression. They gave him other pills. It didn't really change anything for him-the voices telling him that he was worthless never stopped-Brendon figured out that they would stop when he would. Then and only then would he finally find peace.

"Bren? Time to go to school."his sister told him as she sat on his bed. He didn't want to get up, he didn't want to do anything. His sister seemed to understand-her gaze soften and she smiled"I got your pills."

"I don't want to."

Brendon hated these days. He hated when he behaved like a bratty little child. His parents disagreed, they told him that he couldn't help his feelings and he shouldn't feel guilty about it, but Brendon couldn't help it. Sometimes he wished he was worthy enough. Sometimes he wished that he was the perfect guy he showed the world.

(And sometimes, he thought, if he could never stop being a burden, maybe he shouldn't be alive.)

"It's only three pills, Bren. You'll feel better afterwards."Brendon just nodded, not wanting to make his sister sad, and took one pill in his hand. The pill is a quite large metallic green one that leaves Brendon grimacing. As if he didn't have to take enough pills, his coach had made him take some extra Creatine to help him running.

He took a sip of water and grabbed the second pill; Adderal. A bit sweet, certainly better than the creatine pill, in a blue form as to taunt him. A blue pill to make you feel less blue. He had been taken that pill for as long as he remembers and surprisingly it was the only one which worked.

Finally, he grabbed the last green/white pill and swallowed it. Prozac was bitter yet sweet. He feels more numb than ever when he takes it but at least the voices stop for a while. His sister smiles and gets up"Stay home today, try to sleep."

"Thank you."

He doesn't really need to thank her for doing what any good sister should but Brendon isn't used to so much understanding when it doesn't come from his parents and he feels thankful.

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"All I'm saying is that we should skip class and go find Brendon. Maybe something serious happened."Charlie explained making Skye laugh at his excuse. Newt patted his back as Quinn kept looking at her phone. Finally, Dan spoke up.

"You know that I would love to skip class, but we have Physics with your aunt and I happen to like my life."

"Bollocks. The Dan we know would never pass up a chance to die!"Newt shout at him as Skye pretended to be shocked"You, sir, are an impostor."

"Oh my God! Were all these years a lie? Is your name even Daniel?"

"No, it's actually Angus Dilldy Howler."Dan replied with a straight face"I'm just kidding, it's actually Esteban."

"I thought it was Daphne."Skye chuckled making Quinn burst into laughter.

"Are you calling me a liar?"

"Oh bloody hell don't you dare."Charlie tried to say in between laughter.

"No one calls Esteban Julio Ricardo Montoya de la Rosa Ramίrez a liar!"

"I constantly thank God for Esteban, this scene was gold."Skye laughed and slammed her hands on the wall"But still we're not skipping class just because you don't want to face Matteusz."

"Who? Me? That's ridiculous."

"Aha."

"I'm not avoiding him."

"Sure Jan."

"I just think that we don't necessarily need to see each other today."

"Obviously, yeah."

"But I'm not avoiding him."

"Of course you aren't."Skye continued"Also not that you are but he was looking for you at the previous break."

"Wait really?"

"Aha, but sure, just keep on avoiding him. He's a sweet good looking guy, there are plenty more fish in the sea."Skye mocked him. This ship was going to set sail even if she would have to trap both boys in an elevator and with an extremely elaborated plan-which may or may not include a puppet similar to the one in Saw-make them kiss.

"I need to go. Talk to you later."Charlie mumbled and left running.

"Did Matteusz really come looking for him?"Dan asked.

"Well no, but he constantly keeps looking at him with heart eyes and I can't just watch two shy puppies being in love and do nothing about it."

a/n This is fluff-y. I feel fluff-y today. I watched the new episode of Game of Thrones today and I feel very happy(Please dear God, let my ship be happy and set sail and I promise I'll write fluff for a week). Soon enough we'll start having ships getting canon and possibly some dates....

Also not to spoil anything but this chapter had some foreshadowing about a very very important event(which may not be so happy), I really hope you got it. Then again if you didn't, you're in for a surprise.