"Are you coming or not, you lightweight?" Nick bangs on my apartment door. "Come on! You won't have to drink that much if you don't want to?" He pounds on the door again. 

I frantically pull on my denim jacket and open the door, only to have Nick hit my chest. "Ow," I groan, dramatically rubbing the area he hit. He laughs and nudges my shoulder. "Also, did you call me a lightweight?"

"Babe, you are a lightweight," he winks. "But hey, maybe you'll find a girlfriend! That would be great, yeah?" He shoots me a grin. "Maybe then you'll stop having to masturbate every night!" 

"Nick," I groan, rolling my eyes. "I don't masturbate every night- hell, I've never masturbated, you know why? Because I'm not some horny boy that just needs rough sex every fucking night," I clear my throat, "unlike someone." 

"Hey!" He slaps my arm. "Whatever, I can practically smell your virgin blood," he shoots back. "Anyway, we should get going before the guys think we doing each other," he teases and turns around, walking down the hall. 

I roll my eyes muttering, "asshole," under my breath as I lock the door behind me, pocketing the keys. I pick up my pace and walk beside him. "My mom called. She says that he'll be released in two months." 

"Shit, Kellin. Why didn't you say anything? Are you okay?" He bombards me with way too many questions all at the same time. "Why is he getting released anyways? He's a bastard." 

"That's what I thought. I'm fine, but I guess subconsciously, I hope that he gets run over as soon as he leaves the prison," I speak bitterly. "He's a dick that deserves life in that cell." 

We enter the elevator and he pushes the button to the first floor. Nick turns and faces me, placing both hands on my shoulders. "If he even tries to contact you, I swear I will find him and break him in half. And I'm sure the other guys will too if you told them." 

"First of all, if you break him in half, you'll be charged with murder, and I don't wanna lose my best friend. Secondly, you know I don't want the rest of them to be dragged into this mess that is my life. Besides, he's on parole. He isn't legally allowed to contact me, my brother, my sister, or my mom. If he does, he goes straight back to his cell for another five years." 

"Well, if you say so," he sighs as the doors open. We walk to my car in silence. In fact, the entire ride is silent. This topic always seemed to make the air thick. 

I've known Nick since middle school, and somehow we both ended up in SDSU. (Or San Diego State University). Which, thank god, because my introverted ass would have never gone out to actually make friends. 

The car slows to a stop and we get out, entering the local bar. As soon as we walk in, I notice Brendon dancing along with a crowd with drunk, sweaty people. 

"Hey!" Alex is the first to get up and greet us. Jack waves from behind him. "Tyler's in the bathroom and Brendon is..." he trails off and turns to Brendon, grinding against another guy. "Being Brendon Urie."

"What's new," I tease, taking a seat. Nick slides into the one next to me, sparking a conversation immediately. "How are classes treating you so far?" I place my elbow on the table and rest my head on my hand. 

"Too much chaos to tell- I just can't believe we didn't have the school bonfire. We had one last year, right?" Alex starts. 

"And the year before that," Jack adds on, sipping his drink. "I think everyone just got tired of having a big-ass fire with a bunch of drunk college students. At least ten people will get some kind of burns." 

"How are you not drunk yet?" Alex teases, nudging Jack's shoulder with his own. "You're usually with Brendon, drunk as hell and probably on the verge of throwing up." 

"Brendon came here before any of us. Give me like another thirty minutes, okay?" Jack laughs into his cup. 

"Hey! Kellin, Nick!" Tyler walks over. We shake hands and he sits next to Nick. "Late, as usual, I see?" He raises an eyebrow. 

"Hey, Kellin wouldn't open the door! He was probably finishing up- if you catch my drift," he winks, shoving me playfully. I shoot him a glare before looking over his shoulder at a man staring directly at us. I stare at him and he averts his glance.

"Well, I'm going to make sure Brendon doesn't die out there," Jack laughs and finishes his glass. He stands up and cracks his knuckles. "Might need to fight someone, I don't know," he winks before rushing off. 

"Can I get you anything?" A bartender walks over to us. Nick orders a beer and I order ginger ale- both Tyler and Nick snorting as I order. 

"Hey, don't judge him. We all know that he's a lightweight and will throw the fuck up tomorrow if he has a sip," Alex speaks up. 

"Yeah- wait what?" I turn to him, shooting him a betrayed look. "Alex! I thought you had my back!" I place my hand over my heart. 

He snorts and takes a long drink. "Anyway, that guy over there seems quite interested in you. Maybe you should entertain him for a bit," he juts his head over to the guy from before, who's back to staring at us. 

"He could be looking at any of us! Why me?" I whine, just as the bartender places my drink on the table, smiling a bit. 

"Because you've never dated, and I can practically smell the virgin blood pumping through your virgin veins," he teases. I turn to Nick and Tyler for help, but both of them nod, laughing their asses off. 

"I'm surprised Brendon hasn't asked for your blood for his weird cult thing. I thought 'blood of a virgin' is always on the list," Tyler adds.

"Wow, thanks. Great friends I have, huh?" I roll my eyes. "Besides, I'm not even gay, how would this work?" I shoot back. 

"Well, I mean, technically, you never really know? You could be repressing your gay-ass heart," Nick shrugs. 

"Fine! But if it starts getting weird, I'm getting the fuck out," I cave, standing up, ignoring Alex, Nick, and Tyler's stupid cheer. I walk over to the man and slide into the seat next to him. 

"I'm Kellin, couldn't help but notice you staring," I smile. You fucking idiot. "Who might you be?" Great, now I sound like a creepy asshole. 

"I'm Vic. And yes, I was staring. Couldn't help but notice you," he smiles back at me. "You're very charming," he compliments. 

I feel blood rush to my cheeks. Fuck. Stop blushing! "As do you," I speak softly. "Do you come here often?" 

"No, however, it seems like I should if you come here often," he flirts. 

Shit. How do you flirt without seeming creepy? Damn it, why is there no class for this shit? "Uh, thank you." 

You fucker. Now he thinks you're a freak.

His smile widens. "You seem tense. Don't be, I'm just another person that happened to end up in the same bar as you." 

At this point, my face is probably as red as a stoplight. "Right. Sorry, I obviously don't do this often," I laugh nervously. 

"It's alright. I don't either," he nods understandingly. "And it looks like your friend needs help," he points back to them. I stare at Jack, who stumbles back to Alex. 

"Oh yeah, I should make sure he doesn't die. I'm so sorry," I bite my lower lip. He stares at my lip with wide eyes. 

"Uh, I have to go, is it too sudden to ask for your number?" He asks cautiously. I blink, staring at him. Did I hear him correctly? 

"Yeah, of course!" I smile as he pulls out his phone. I quickly type in my number and hand his phone back to him. 

"Alright then, I'll see you later, Kellin Quinn," he waves before walking away. I wave back, to his back, before rushing over to help Alex bring Jack to the bathroom. 

"So? How'd it go?" Alex asks, wiggling his eyebrows. He grunts as a Jack nearly tumbles to the ground. 

"Fine, I gave him my number," I murmur, as Alex throws open the large stall at the end of the bathroom and we help Jack in. Jack immediately throws up. 

"Wow really? That's great," he nods. "Who is he?" He asks, pulling Jack's jacket off. 

"Vic. I didn't get his last name though. He seemed really nice though," I mumble. Jack coughs and Alex helps him to the sink to clean up. Good thing is, we got to the bathroom in time. 

"Good for you. Maybe your blood won't be virgin blood for much longer," Alex turns and winks. I groan and slap his shoulder. "I didn't know you could be gay." 

"I'm not. I'm just making a friend," I mutter, my cheeks feeling hot again. Alex laughs and shakes his head. 

"You think he's trying to make a friend? The way he was staring at you, I think he wants you," he manages between fits of laughter. "If you aren't gay right now, you might as well be, because I doubt he'll ever stop texting you," he adds. 

"I-" I blink. I didn't realize that this Vic guy might want- yeah. It just never occurred! How the fuck was I supposed to know anyway? "Well, you never know!" I stutter. I spot Alex rolling his eyes and I let out another long groan. "Sometimes I hate you, you know?" I scoff. 

"Yeah, I know," he grins. "But I'll bet that he's going to text you by tomorrow night. That boy's going to obsess over you," he speaks to me like he would to a puppy. "For all I know, he might already love you, Quinn."

"Yeah right," I cross my arms. Jack laughs and picks up Alex with one swift motion. 

"Jack!" Alex groans in frustration. "Put me down!" He whines. Jack just shakes his head and walks out of the bathroom, leaving me alone, with Alex flailing his arms. 

Wait a minute... I stop in my tracks. How did Vic know my last name? 

A/N

Hello all, I'm actually in a relatively good mood for once (wow, depresso in my expresso) anyways, I was working on this story while I was gone so, haha. I hope you like it because I spent a good five weeks on this in total. 

Backstory: this story first started about 4-5 months ago. 

Why am I only just now releasing it? Because I finally felt ready to haha. Also...

LOOK AT THIS PICTURE.

I screamed. 

Anyway, enjoy your week. Luv ya. 

~Lunar