brendon was always the first one to show up at the bathroom.

he would show up and whoever was there would hurry the fuck out. the group was not one to be fucked with. sure, they were a group of twelve kids where only two or three could actually fight, but they were still not to be fucked with.

when he got there, surprisingly, it was empty. it was about five minutes before fourth period on a wednesday.

he always got there early to make sure no one had tried to camp out in there and try to rat them out. it had almost happened a few times. john o'callaghan had hid in a bathroom stall to tell josh he wasn't gay and when bo walked into the unlocked bathroom stall to be met with him, he hit him as hard as he could with his backpack.

caleb shomo almost ratted them out to the principal, but when brendon gave him twenty dollars, he kept his mouth shut.

brendon sat on the floor and put his backpack next to him, staring at the door. usually by this time, it would've given brendon enough time to scope out the stalls and lynn would arrive, but she was home sick with the flu. what a little bitch.

so now, he was just waiting for whoever to walk through the door.

almost immediately after thinking 'where the fuck is everyone', ryan fucking ross walked through the door looking better than ever. brendon was very gay, pansexual, but very gay. brendon loved boys. he loved everything about boys.

and ryan ross was a good looking boy.

"oh, u-uh, hey..." ryan started. he had his hands stuck in his pockets, but when he said hey, he gave a small wave. brendon gave one back as ryan stuttered, "should i, uh, should i come back later?"

brendon shook his head, "no, you're fine, lynn should be here by now, but the bitch is home sick so, you're the first one here!" brendon gave a small clap as a joke and ryan loosened up, giving a small chuckle.

the bell for fourth period rang and ryan leaned against the wall next to brendon. despite wearing something simple, brendon was fucking infatuated with what he was wearing. he had on a plain baby blue t-shirt, tight black jeans (which, by the way, made ryan's ass look so fucking good), and black converse. he rocked that shit and brendon was so gay for it.

the two had maybe one conversation together where brendon wasn't high, but they considered themselves friends. so, it wouldn't be weird for brendon to say his friend looked hot, right?

"you look hot today," brendon said, looking up at ryan, who immediately flushed red.

he gave a smile smile and nervously picked at the blue polish on his nails, "uh, thanks..."

"no homo though, well, yes homo, much homo."

"no, i get it, just two gays complimenting each other. you look hot too," ryan said nervously, looking down at brendon. he thanked him and smiled. suddenly, all of brendon's nerves went away because of how calmly ryan was responding.

practically kicking down the door and scaring ryan so bad that he fell over and into brendon's lap, lynn walked through the door, looking like shit. brendon, as a first instinct, wrapped his arms around ryan to protect him. "lynn, what the fuck? i thought you were dying?"

after a fit of coughs and alexa coming up behind her, lynn spoke. her voice was hoarse and scratchy and rough. "you called me a bitch, now im here to-" she went into another fit of coughing, "-to kick your ass."

"you look like you're about to pass out."

"ill go home after fourth period ends," she muttered, her and alexa walking in and immediately sitting down by the door.

when ashley walked in moments after them, they pointed at brendon and ryan. "gay," they muttered, "why does the gay always happen when im not around?"

"because the gay avoids you," lynn said, coughing again.

"lynn, why are you here, you have like fucking smallpox."

"smallpox hasn't been a thing for like two hundred years?" alexa said, lynn laughing, which sounded like a dog about to throw up.

"you still have it."

through all this time, ryan was still in brendon's lap. it just felt kind of natural and nice and brendon sort of had a boner so he didn't want to reveal it and ryan understood that.

bo walked into the bathroom, already wearing something that he would usually have to change in the stalls. but, he had an extra accessory. a school's basketball varsity jacket.

"bo, you're in theater, how do you have a fucking varsity jacket?" brendon asked. bo just gave a small, smug smile and looked down at the jacket.

"your favorite bigender kid got some dick last night."

a collective scream came from ashley and alex, who had just walked in through the door. jack slapped bo on the back of the head, "did you use protection?"

with a soft groan, bo mumbled, "yeah dad."

"who was it? was he hot? was he thick?" alex asked.

"ooh, she thicc."

"brendon, shut the FUCK up."

"you think i fucking remember?" bo asked, ashley screamed again and he shoved his hand over their mouth.

with a completely serious face, lynn asked, "did he kinkshame you?"

jack fucking snorted and bo broke out into a fit of giggles. "no, not really."

"do you actually not remember?" ryan asked.

"no, i do. some guy named dallon." brendon fell over laughing, ryan got out of his lap and started laughing, and bo took off his backpack and threw it at him, "met him at a party. he got me a jello shot and a sandwich, i gave him a blowjob, let him fuck me and stole his jacket. win-win."

brendon, still laying down on the bathroom floor, couldn't fucking stop laughing. "did you actually steal dallon fucking weekes' jacket?" he asked through giggles.

"nah, it started raining and he gave me it then hitched a ride home with gabe saporta. i fucking walked home."

"so, since you're bigender and use she/he pronouns, was that gay or straight?" alex asked with a smile.

"yes. yes it was."