Brendon had butterflies in his stomach as Ryan walked him to his front door. It was a habit now for the older to walk the other up to his house, but it wasn't normal for Ryan to be close enough to brush against Brendon. Regretfully, Brendon had stuck his hands in his pockets to keep himself from fidgeting too much, so he missed out on a chance to potentially hold hands down the short path.

"Thanks again for the outfit," Brendon said to fill the silence when they stopped at the door.

"It was no problem. You looked too good in it not to get it," Ryan finished with a nervous chuckle. Brendon found it hard to keep eye contact without having his face burn up. He decided to look to the side, occasionally look up to see Ryan watching him with a charming smile on his lips.

"Brendon," Ryan started before shutting his mouth. He hesitated before taking a step forward, minimizing the space between them. Brendon froze when Ryan nervously brought a hand up to brush a strand of hair away from Brendon's face and rest it on his cheek. Brendon wasn't sure if he was about to hyperventilate or he'd stopped breath. "Brendon I –"

"Oh, Brenny you're home!" The front door ripped open causing the pair to jump away from each other. The boys' faces were bright red and awkwardly avoiding looking in each other's directions as if they'd been caught doing something wrong. "I don't remember buying you that. You look so handsome," Brendon's mom beamed.

"Ryan bought it for me today," Brendon murmured.

"You have good taste." Ryan gave a polite smile. "Are you staying for dinner? I can set out another placemat." Ryan shook his head.

"I should be heading home actually. I was just saying bye to Brendon."

"Oh of course." Silence surrounded them as Mrs. Urie stood there, watching the two boys say their goodbyes. Ryan went to step forward again, but let out an unsteady breath and waved instead.

"I-I'll see you at school, Bren." Brendon waved back as Ryan turned back down the path. The mother and son continued watching as Ryan drove off.

"What a sweet boy." Brendon looked at his mom with a pout.

"Do you hate me?" She chuckled as stepped aside as Brendon entered the house.

"Why would you ask that?"

"Why did you go outside when he was probably gonna," he trailed off, not wanting tell his mother what he hoped Ryan would've done if she didn't open the door.

"You're fine. You'll get plenty of chances to kiss him." Brendon didn't stand a chance against the heat burning up his face.

"Mom!"

"Wait?" She spoke in a defensive tone. "You really think I don't know what goes on in a teenager's mind? I saw you two pull up and was gonna leave you alone, but you were taking too long and Pete's been waiting for you for a while now," she finished with a shrug.

"Pete? He's here?"

"He's been in your room for almost twenty minutes now. Patrick's with him too." Brendon instantly made his way to the stairs before he mom spoke again. "Next time, try to be a little quicker with your goodbyes so I don't have to wait by the door again." Brendon ran up the steps and rushed to his room.

Pete was leaning back on his bed, Patrick on his lap. Brendon cringed at the sight of the couple making out. They didn't seem to notice when Brendon entered the room, too preoccupied with each other.

"Hello trespassers." The couple didn't budge and Brendon swore Pete grabbed Patrick's ass intentionally. "Care to explain why you're in my room?" That was enough for Pete to pull away with a loud pop and grin at Brendon.

"Woah, you look hot. Where'd you get the ou-"

"Ryan, mall," Brendon cut him off. "Now, why are you fondling your boyfriend on my bed and not your own room?" Pete eyed Brendon with a smirk. "Oh no," Brendon groaned knowingly. Pete nodded with a chuckle.

"Oh yeah. Get ready, we're going to a party tonight."

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A/N:

All my years of life and I have yet mastered the art that is walking (or moving in general) around without injuring myself. Climbed out of my car today in a hurry and ran into my door somehow and now have a bruise running from the side of my hip to a little up my stomach 🙄