(Brendon)

"Aren't you hungry?" Ryan asked for the fifth time as we sat in the diner.

And the truth was, I was hungry. I barely ate breakfast. I skipped lunch to be with him. And it was probably past my usual dinner time. My stomach was screaming for food. But not from this place. It didn't seem as sanitary as it should be. I was pretty sure the cooks didn't even wash their hands. So I was going to remain hungry until I arrived home.

Ryan was eating enough for the both of us anyway. He'd ordered foods I'd never even heard of. And they all looked greasy and disgusting. But I couldn't stop staring at him as he ate it. Because even though the food was unappealing, Ryan could look good putting anything in his mouth.

"I'm fine." I shook my head.

"If you aren't hungry, why do you keep staring at my food?"

I'm staring at you, idiot.

"Because it looks so gross."

He grinned. "It taste delicious."

"What time is it?"

"Um." He dropped the chicken wing from his hands. Wiping his fingers against the napkin he'd already used. He touched his phone screen. "It's 10:04."

"What?!" I jumped up from my seat. Grabbing my cardigan that was laying in the chair beside me.

Ryan stood up slower. Wiping his hands again. "What's wrong?"

"Ry, it's after ten on a school night! My mother and father are going to kill me."

"That's not that late-"

"My curfew is eight-o-clock!" I started walking out the door.

Ryan followed behind me. Before I could get into his car, he wrapped his arms around me. Pulling my back against his chest. Burying his face into my neck. It was an odd position but it made my stomach flutter. Just like Ryan's kisses. Gosh, I love Ryan.

"I don't want you to go home."

"I have to." I laughed. Pulling away from him and getting into the car.

Ryan groaned and slipped into the driver's seat. He started the car. The radio automatically cut on to the station we were listening to before we got out of the car. They was a song about roller coasters playing. People will write songs about anything.

I listened to Ryan sing almost every song that came on the radio. I learned a little bit of each song. They weren't as bad as my mother tried to make them seem. Ryan stopped the car and I looked up. Surprised to see how fast we'd gotten to my house.

"Call or text me as soon as you lay in bed."

"Okay."

"I'll pick you up in the morning.

"Okay." Ryan leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I couldn't help but smile into the kiss.

****

(Pete)

Patrick was such a fucking tease. I was practically shaking from the amount of touching he was doing under the table with my parents a few feet away. I was positive we were going to have sex as soon as we entered his house. I was mistaken.

He was in full teacher mode. No touching. No kissing. No joking. No anything. Just work, work and more fucking work. When I tried resting my hand on his knee once, he snapped at me. I was confused. And I was frustrated.

So as soon as I was done with my homework, I went home. Patrick didn't seem to care so neither did I. He was hot and then he was cold. And I wasn't dealing with that Katy Perry bullshit. Especially since I wasn't getting laid to.

Now, here I was lying in bed and it was only ten. Nic couldn't come over. Joe and the girls were high out of their minds. So there was no way I was calling them over at this time. My mom would lose her shit. I was a second away from dialing Adam's number when my phone vibrated.

Patrick: What are you doing?

I smirked as I replied back instantly. No need for me to wait a few minutes and pretend to be busy. If he was texting me at this time, he didn't have anything better to do either. We were on the same boat.

Pete: Nthg

Patrick: If you would have stayed longer maybe you would have something to do.

Pete: Lk wht? hmwrk?

Patrick: Oh Ha Ha Ha

Pete: Srsly u wr a ttl ass

Patrick: I know. It's just as soon as we walked into my house, I started thinking about Andy.

Ugh. I didn't even like his name. Why'd he have to go and bring him up?

Pete: Dmp hm thn

Patrick: Shut up. I'm outside.

Pete: R U 4 rl

I stood up and rushed to my window. And there was Patrick's ridiculously big truck across the street. Smart of him not to park in front of my house. My phone vibrated in my hand.

Patrick: Come on out.

Pete: Coming

I dropped my phone on the bed and searched the dark room for my shoes. It would have been easier to just cut on the light, but I was used to sneaking out in the dark. I tiptoed down the stairs as quietly as I could. Unlocking the front door slowing and flinching when the lock clicked louder than I anticipated. I waited until I was sure no one was getting up before I slipped out of the door and ran to Patrick's car.

"Took you long enough." He teased.

"Fuck you. I had to-"

"Language, Pete."

"I only know English."

He laughed. "Do you know what they say about people who swear all the time?" He leaned over to me. Using his left hand to run it through my hair.

I stopped breathing. "N-No."

"Well," He smirked. "They say-" He stopped talking when the glare of bright headlights flashed by his truck. The car slowed to a stop in front of my house almost right beside us. "Who is that?" Patrick whispered.

"I don't know." I squinted to get a better look. "Some guy I've never seen before."

"Why is he in front of your-"

"I don't know." I rolled down the window to get a better look. "Holy shit! That's Brendon in the passenger seat. Is he just getting home?" My mother was going to kill him. I turned to Patrick. "We'll just wait until he goes in."

"I didn't know your brother was a homosexual."

"What?" I laughed. Brendon would flip out if he heard someone call him that. "He's as straight as an arrow."

"Then why is he kissing that guy?"

"What?!" I snapped back around just as they pulled away. "That little son of a bitch."

"Crooked arrow." Patrick muttered.