(Pete)

The first week of school was... Different. Not that I was doing anything different. I still woke up late, dressed my worst and annoyed my mother in the morning. And I still went to smoke and hang out with my friends before school. The difference was Mr. Stump. He was always looking at me, asking me questions, complimenting my work. A teacher was never that attentive towards me before. They always gave their attention to Brendon. He was smarter. He was obedient. Brendon was the perfect student.

"Pete, it's 8:00 am!" Brendon yelled from downstairs.

I glanced in the mirror. I looked just the same as everyday. At least today was Friday. I had a fun weekend to look forward to. I slipped on my shoes and walked slowly down the stairs. My mother was standing at the bottom with her arms crossed over her chest. Tapping her foot impatiently.

"Just take your time, Pete." She said sarcastically.

"Planning on it." I shot back.

"Peter!" She called to my father.

"Pete, hurry down the stairs." He ordered.

"Okay." I picked up my pace and followed my brother out the door.

He didn't play any music on the radio today. He was listening to some audio book. Some boring audio book. I should have blasted my music over it, but I didn't. Then he might complain and I wasn't in the mood to hear his voice. He parked in the usual spot but didn't make a move to get out of the car. I did.

"What are you doing?" I asked, opening the door and getting out.

"Finishing the last chapter of the book we had to read for English. I didn't have time to read it last night. I had baseball practice."

"Oh right."

"You did read the book, right Pete?"

"No."

I closed the door before he could say anything else. I don't remember us having to read a book for English. Oh well. If we had to take a quiz, I'd just fail it. I didn't see Joe anywhere around. He was probably already at the spot. I glanced around for teachers before heading across the street.

"Peter!" I looked back and saw Mr. Stump rushing up behind me. I stopped. "Where are you going?"

"No where."

"Didn't look like no where to me."

"What do you want?"

"You." My eyes widened. "I-I meant for you to come to my classroom. I want to discuss something with you."

"Can't."

"Okay." I turned to walk again. "I sure would hate for another teacher to happen to follow one of you behind that cafe one day. You and your friends could get into a lot of trouble." I faced him again.

"Are you black mailing me?"

"Yes." He smiled.

"Fine." I grumbled. "Let's go to the class."
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(Brendon)

I can't believe Pete didn't read the book. It was a ten chapter book for God's sake. I should probably brief him on it. I sighed and got out of the car. He and his friends were always going across the street to that cafe. I don't know why though. The place looked a mess. I wouldn't eat there if someone paid me to. But when you're high on marijuana, you'd eat anything I suppose. I looked both ways before crossing the street.

There was a red closed sign on the door. But I tried the handle anyway and it was open. None of the lights were on. It was sort of creepy. I didn't see anyone in here. Maybe there was some hidden room they smoked in.

"Hello." I called out. Silence. "Pete, I know you and your friends are hiding in here." I tried again. And again I was met with silence. "Pete seriously!" I yelled. My foot stepped on something soft and I jumped. I could barely make out what it was on the ground. Frantically, I reached in my pocket for my phone. I talked the flash light and aimed it at the ground. A body!

I screamed as loud as I could. My whole frame was shaking. I couldn't move my feet. My phone dropped from my hands onto the hard floor. Oh God, help me. Help me please. Dropping to my knees, I bowed my head to pray. Pray for the strength to walk out of here. But then something grabbed my wrist and I screamed again.

"H-Help me." The weak male voice begged. He was alive. Oh thank the lord he was alive.

"I'm going to help you!" I told him. "I promise I'm going to help you." I slid his hand off of my arm and into my own. Squeezed it lightly. He groaned out in pain. Where was my phone? The faint light from the screen made it easy to find. I lifted it up. Darn, I cracked my screen. Mother just got us new phones. My trembling fingers dialed 911.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"I-theres a b-body."

"Remain calm sir. Are they alive."

"Barely. Please. Help."

"What's your location?"

"Across the street from The Academy Is academy. In a-a the cafe."

"An ambulance will be there shortly. What is your name?"

"Brendon. Brendon Urie-"

"Brendon. Do me a favor and keep the person talking. We'll be there shortly."

I dropped the phone from my hands in annoyance. Keep the person talking. Keep the person talking.

"Hey, can you talk?" I asked him.

"Y-yes. Help me."

"I will. I promise." I wiped the sweat from my forehead. "I'm Brendon. What's your name?" Keep him talking. Keep him talking.

"R-Ryan." He coughed. "Ross."

"Nice to meet you Ryan Ross. How old are you?"

"Ah, Brendon-" his voice was barely audible."

"Ryan! How old are you!" I said again." He coughed softly. "Ryan please! How old are you?" There was no response this time. I couldn't let a man die in my arms. I dropped his hand and yanked his body to mine, hugging him. I don't know why. I just had to help. "Ryan how old are you?" I could feel tears streaming down my eyes. I hugged him closer. The faint sound of sirens filled the air. "How old are you? Ryan please don't die." I sobbed.

A/N:
How's that for a little more action? This chapter was a little longer. But hey, Ryan finally made an appearance! Yay for that, right? Keep reading to find out what happens next. *cues dramatic music* xoxo