*DING DONG*

Ryan sighed. That must be Brendon. He started to head downstairs to get the door.

*DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG*

Yup, definitely Brendon.

*DING DON-*

"Alright, I'm coming! Shut up you blockhead!" Ryan yelled, almost at the door. He heard Brendon mutter something in reply, and Ryan really wasn't all too keen on finding out what it was.

Finally he got to the door, opening it to reveal a Brendon that was trying to look annoyed but failing miserably, his excited-puppyness showing through.

"Ryan!" he exclaimed, pushing past the boy and into the house, making himself comfortable on the couch in the living room, all past attempts of trying to look annoyed long forgotten.

"Yes?" Ryan asked, shutting the door and sitting next to Brendon on the couch.

Brendon rolled his eyes, a little bit calmer now and able to put back on his mask of sarcasm and (slight) assholery. "That's all I get? Just a 'yes?'" he questioned, not really mad.

Ryan nodded his head. "Yes."

Brendon was not impressed.

"Alright, come on, give me a little more to work with here."

"Nope." Ryan smirked, popping the "P."

Brendon groaned. "Alright, whatever. You're just a waste of my time. I'm going upstairs." And with that he got up from the couch and marched upstairs, no doubt that Ryan would follow.

And he was right. After Brendon had made his way upstairs, Ryan stood up and went after him with a roll of his eyes. Sometimes he wondered how he managed to put up with this... thing... because there was no way in hell that Brendon Urie was human.

Ryan walked into his room, closing the door behind him. He was in no way surprised to find Brendon already sitting on his bed, typing away on his phone. Ryan sat down beside him and looked over his shoulder. "Who're you texting?" he asked, seemingly surprising Brendon who apparently hadn't noticed him come in.

"The rest of the gang." Brendon replied, more like mumbled, his eyes not once leaving the screen.

"Gang?" Ryan giggled, which was probably one of the most adorable sounds that Brendon had ever heard.

"Yeah? what would you rather I call them, the Fun Bunch?" Brendon joked, finally turning off his phone to face the boy he was talking to.

Ryan burst out laughing. "Yes! Can we please call ourselves the Fun Bunch?!" he asked, almost falling off the bed in laughter.

Brendon shook his head, a smile adorning his face. "You can call yourself whatever you want, just don't drag me into it." he replied, leaning over the side of the bed to pull Ryan up, who had succeeded in completely falling off the bed.

"But it's no fun if it's just me! Then we wouldn't be the Fun Bunch, I'd be the Fun Ryan, which doesn't have quite the same ring to it." He pouted, crossing his arms like a child.

"That's not my problem." Brendon sighed, turning back to his phone.

Ryan rolled his eyes, laying his head on Brendon's shoulder. "Who're you texting now?"

Brendon showed him the chat he had open. "Just texting Pete about when to meet up."

Ryans face lit up. "Oh yeah! I like, completely forgot that today was halloween." He said, laughing at his own stupidity.

"Only you Ryan, only you."

It was around that time that Ryan lost interest in whatever Brendon was texting Pete about, and pulled out his own phone. He quickly typed something in, and waited patiently for Brendon's reaction.

It was just then that Brendon noticed the notification hanging down from the top of his screen. It simply read, "Ryan renamed this chat: The Fun Bunch :3"

"Oh my god Ryan, you spork."

_ ~ - * - ~ _

Pete felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He pulled it out and read the screen, which displayed a stupid selfie that Brendon had taken on his phone, (and then made his contact photo) and the contact name he'd entered for himself, "Incoming FaceTime call from: Your Supreme Overlord." Pete really oughtta change that one day. He accepted the call and held the phone up to a more flattering angle, so he didn't appear to have 27 chins.

"Hello?" He asked, but was only met with a very blurry Brendon Urie making the world's stupidest face, and the background noise of a wheezing Ryan. "Oh god, you haven't killed Ryan, have you?" he asked, mildly alarmed.

"No no, don't worry about that, he's fine... I think."

"Brendon, I swear to god, if you've killed Ry-" Pete started, only to be cut off by the extremely confused Mikey he was supposed to be going for a walk with.

"Wait, who killed Ryan?!" Mikey asked in a far more alarmed tone than was necessary. "And also, who're you talking t- oh, hey Brendon!" he finally caught a glimpse of the phone screen, immediately waving to the idiot on the other end of the call.

"Hey, Mikes!" Brendon responded, "don't worry, Ryan's not dead."

Mikey smiled. "That's good!"

"Yeah, it is, isn't it?"

But Pete cut in before the two could have a spectacular conversation about how great it was that Ryan wasn't dead. "Anyway Brendon, why'd you call?"

"Oh yeah, it was Ryan's idea. He was jealous that I was texting you and not talking to him-" but Brendon was immediately interrupted by a somewhat muffled, "was not!" followed by more wheezing. "I just wanted to say hi!"

Pete chuckled. "Alright then Ry, hi!"

"Hi!"

"And by the way, why'd you change the group chats name to "The Fun Bunch-" but he never received an answer, seeing as the call was cut off right then and there. "Rude. well, I guess we won't be finding out then." Pete happily pocketed his phone and relinked his hand with his boyfriends.

_ ~ - * - ~ _

"Happy? Now they think I've killed you!" Brendon exclaimed, turning to an almost-recovered Ryan.

"No they don't! You told them you didn't, though you got pretty damn close."

"Ha! Like they'd believe me! You're basically a fucking fallen angel to them! And by the way, it's totally not my fault that you almost swallowed a moth. Like seriously, who the hell does that?!"

"Right," *one last wheeze* "and all you did was talk to Pete and Mikey, instead of making sure I wasn't actually dead."

"Hey, you were wheezing, which meant that you were breathing, and I'm like, pretty sure that inhaling a moth isn't that deadly."

"I'm honestly starting to wish it was, then I wouldn't have to be here with you."

"Sorry? I didn't catch that."

"Fuck you."

"Yes, please."

It was at that point that Ryan resorted to just flipping him off.

_ ~ - * - ~ _

"Incoming call from: Milk Boy"

"Milk Boy? What?" Mikey asked, mildly amused and extremely confused.

"Yeah... it's a, um, long story."

"I bet."

Pete answered the call before any more questions could be asked, and was met with the sound of Ryan's voice, who was, thank god, back to normal.

"Hello?" Ryan asked, glad Pete had picked up.

"Ryan! Thank god you're back to normal! No offense, but I was half-convinced that Brendon had somehow killed you.

Ryan laughed. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Anyway, I do actually need to talk to you about tonight."

"Alright, shoot." Pete nodded, not that Ryan could see it.

"So first, let me get a couple things straight. We're all going to be meeting at Mikey and Gerards house around 5 to hang out and finish getting ready and stuff, right?" Ryan questioned, making sure he knew what the plan was.

"Right." Mikey interjected, answering Ryan. "and don't worry, we convinced Mom to get plenty of snacks when she went shopping yesterday."

"Sounds great. Do we have a complete list of everyone that's coming?"

"Umm..." Mikey quickly opened the note on his phone where he kept all the details. "Let's see, there's me and Pete, of course. Then Gerard and Frank who are already at the house, which is why we went for a walk actually, couldn't stand 'em. Next there's you and Bren, then I think Patrick, Joe, Andy and Ray are all coming together, Dallon and Spencer said they might come, we'll have to see." Mikey chewed on his bottom lip, scrolling down the list. "Then last up Tyler and Josh should be coming. Sound good?"

"Sounds great, Mikes." Ryan confirmed. "And I can't wait for tonight, it's gonna be sick as frick!"

Mikey giggled. "I hope so, otherwise I ordered, like, 40 pizzas for nothing."

"Oh trust me, not a single slice of pizza will be wasted." Pete assured him, dead serious.

"That's why I ordered 40." Mikey told him, just as serious.

"Alright, thanks for the info. Anything you wanted to ask me?" Ryan asked, flopping back lazily on his bed, and right on top of Brendon, it seemed.

"HEY!!" Brendon yelped, shoving Ryan off and sitting up. "Watch it, bud!"

"Oh, shut up, you big forehead." Ryan rolled his eyes and sat back against the headboard. "You know you like it." he added with a devilish smirk and a shimmy of his hips.

Brendon spluttered. "N-no I don't, you perv!" he complained, sitting on Ryan's stretched out legs, just for the hell of it.

Ryan shook his head. "Whatever you say... daddy." //kill me now//

"Sorry, I just sat on Brendon on accident." Ryan apologized to Mikey over the phone, after getting himself situated.

"I heard." Mikey giggled, turning to Pete who was feeling pretty ignored. "And mind if I hand you over to this living meme that I've been forced to call my boyfriend? I think he's feeling a little left out at the moment." he asked, already giving the phone to aforementioned living meme.

Now it was Ryan's turn to giggle, but he agreed nonetheless. "Yeah, sure. Let's see what he has to say for himself."

"Yeah, um, Ryan? I was just wondering, what the hell were you thinking when you changed the group chat name to "The Fun Bunch??" like seriously, what the fuck?" Pete asked, genuinely perplexed.

Ryan had to stop himself from laughing. "Oh yeah, sorry about that. It was mostly to piss off Brendon... buuuut! Please don't change it, I'll explain it better later."

"I've got all the time in the world, Milk Boy."

*Beep Beep* "call ended with: Milk Boy"

_ ~ - * - ~ _

Pete waited a minute, lost his shit, took a deep breath, and called him back. Thankfully, he picked up.

"What?" Ryan grumbled through the phone. But when he started to receive a reply, he just cut him off. "Actually, just stop. I don't even care why you called, why don't you just... tell me what your guys' costumes are?" he sighed, sitting back. He didn't really want to be talking to Pete right now, but honestly, he had nothing better to do and he would rather stay on good terms with the emotional panda.

He heard a groan on the other end, but soon the device was being yanked from Pete's hand and Mikey started excitedly talking into it.

"-so basically me, Ray, Frank and Gerard-" Ray, Frank, Gerard and I Ryan quickly corrected in his head. "Are all going as these superhero thing characters that we made up called the Killjoys! Dam, I've been working on my costume, since like, September! It's gonna be rad!"

Despite his grammar errors, Ryan couldn't help but chuckle at how excited Mikey seemed over this. "Sounds great, Mikes. But I must say, I'm a little surprised that you and Pete aren't going together. Isn't that like, what couples do?" Ryan asked.

Mikey scowled. "No, that's what regular, boring people do." He informed him. "Are you calling me and Pete-" Dam, he did it again. "Regular, boring people?"

Ryan thought back to the five-foot angsty emo mess with far too much eyeliner and an unhealthy addiction to dead memes, and then to his boyfriend, the incredibly pale and lanky six-foot lump with hair equally as stupid as the others, not that either of them cared in the slightest. Hell, they probably thought they looked cool. "No, definitely not." Ryan decided, answering Mikey's question. "Honestly, you two are probably the weirdest couple I'll ever have the pleasure of meeting.

Mikey seemed content with that answer, answering with an excited, "thanks!" that Ryan only took as confirmation that those two were definitely some of the weirdest people he would ever meet.

"So Pete," Ryan continued, giving up on Mikey. "What're you going to be?"

"It's a secret." He could practically feel Petes smirk over the phone.

Ryan rolled his eyes. "Is it really? Or have you just not come up with something yet?"

"Sh-shut up!" Pete stuttered, knowing he had been called out.

Ryan laughed. "So I gather it's the latter?"

"What does that even mean?!" Pete demanded, getting royally annoyed.

"Let me dumb it down for ya," Ryan told him. "It means that you're an idiot who has no idea what the hell you're going to be for Halloween."

This time, it was Pete's turn to hang up on Ryan.

_ ~ - * - ~ _

"Ryyy-aaaaann!" Brendon whined from the doorway to the boy's bedroom. "Hurry uuup!"

"Shut up before I'm forced to find the bleach." Ryan replied, before slipping on the finishing touch to his costume: the sunglasses. "Aaaannd... perfect! He announced, turning around to face Brendon.

"Great, you look hot. Can we go now?" Brendon rushed, literally bouncing with anticipation.

"Sounds good, let's go!" Ryan grinned, grabbing his pillowcase that was lain out on his bed before making his way downstairs, taking them two at a time, with Brendon close in tow.

They flew down the stairs, almost tripping over each other. After saying goodbye to Ryan's parents, the rushed out the door, only stopping when they almost got hit by a car running across the street. They crossed without any broken bones, laughing at the other side.

"Alright, to the Way residence!" Brendon announced, marching down the street, Ryan marching next to him. Suddenly, he stopped.

"Wait, Bren? Do you even know how to get there?" Ryan asked

Brendon stopped as well, realization donning on him. Without a word, he pulled out his phone and called Mikey.

Who declined the call, sending him a quick, "fuck off" via text.

"Well," Brendon started, clearing his throat. "I guess we could call Gerard?"

Ryan rolled his eyes, sighing. "And I'm guessing you don't have his number?"

"Nope."

He pulled out his phone, scrolling through contacts until he reached Gerards. It was a bit down the list, being under, "Sparkly Diva Princess" and as we all know, S is not the first letter of the alphabet. 

It rang a few times, then someone picked up. "Hello?" they answered, obviously not happy about being interrupted from... whatever they were doing.

"Hey, Gee!" Ryan said into the phone, putting it on speaker so Brendon could hear as well.

"Nope, guess again." came the voice over the phone.

"Uhm, Frank?" he guessed, kind of confused as to why Gerard hadn't answered his own phone.

"Correctomundo, little man." he almost scoffed at the, "little man" part. He had been taller than Frank since he was 10. "...Sorry Gee couldn't pick up, he's a bit... busy, at the moment," Ryan could only pray that wasn't a muffled moan he could hear in the background. "As a matter of fact, so am I. Can I call you back in 5?" and before he even had a chance to answer, the phone was hung up on him once again.

Ryan sighed, facing Brendon, who had heard the whole thing. "Now what?" he asked, sounding defeated.

"If it's any consolation, I doubt we would want to be at the Way residence right about now anyway, judging by the background noises." Brendon snickered.

"Haha, very funny, but seriously, what should we do?" Ryan asked, completely done with Brendon's bullshit.

"We could... call Josh and Tyler? See what they're doing?" he suggested, running out of ideas.

Ryan put his face in his hands, rubbing his temples. "Look," he faced Brendon again. "I know this might be hard for you to understand, but maybe it's not such a good idea to just bug all the gay couples." he told him.

Brendon pouted. "Fine. How about Patrick, then? He's pretty chill."

"Okay, I'll call him. I'm sure I have his number somewhere..." and once again, Ryan was scrolling through his contacts. Funnily enough, Patricks contact was right below Gerards, being under, "Stumpalicious Angel Bean" and all.

*Ring ring, ring ring*

"I swear to god, I've heard that godforsaken sound more times in the past half hour than the entirety of my life." Ryan grumbled.

"Hey, Ryro!" came Patricks enthusiastic voice over the phone line, on speaker, of course.

"Hey 'Trick! How's life?" he started with small talk to be polite, instead of just bugging him right off the bat. But even if he did, it's not like Patrick would hang up on them or get mad, he's too much of an angel bean to do that.

"'M good, just hanging at The Park," The Park: the dog park/playground about a block away that was a common meeting place for their little 'Fun Bunch.' "Joe, Andy and Ray are here, we hit Pizza Pit on the way as well. Want to come hang out? We can try and save you a couple slices." Patrick offered, with a background noise of the other boys calling their hellos.

"Actually, I was just gonna ask that. Bren and I will see you in a few, thanks!" he grinned, starting to walk down the street as Patrick said goodbye and hung up.

"Victory!" Brendon laughed, skipping a step ahead and turning around to walk backwards. Ryan smirked when he walked right into a pole.

"You deserved it!" he called, running around the corner to the park, chased by a mildly enraged Brendon.

They were laughing by the time they reached the others by the swings, leaning against the poles by Andy and Ray because Patrick and Joe had already snagged the only two swings.

"We saved you guys a couple slices." Andy told them, nudging the box on the ground with his foot once they had all greeted each other.

"Yeah, and be thankful too, I almost had to fight Ray to keep him from eating them." Joe piped up, sending Ray a stink eye.

Ryan laughed, "thanks, then." he interrupted Ray trying to explain himself, who gave up anyways.

"Yeah, thanks." Brendon grinned, leaning down to get himself a slice of pizza. He considered grabbing one for Ryan, but decided fuck that shit, he wasn't fucking Mother Teresa. If Ryan wanted pizza he could get it himself.

Which he did. Immediately after Brendon stood up and stopped hogging the box.

"I see you two are already costumed." came Andy's voice, who was raising his eyebrow at them

Ryan snorted. "Right, and you guys aren't." he retorted after he swallowed his bite of pizza

Andy smirked. "What, you don't think I dress like a dead fairy princess everyday?" he asked, raising his hands to cup his face and bat his eyelashes, flashing a show stopping grin.

The others laughed, and Ryan just shook his head, but chuckled nonetheless. He looked at all their costumes, trying to decipher what everyone was supposed to be. Upon closer inspection, Andy did indeed appear to be a fairy princess, but because he's "punk rock" he was dead. Ray actually looked pretty awesome as a killjoy, as Mikey said he would be. Joe appeared to be a murderous purple teletubby... um... yeah, sure. Patrick was dressed in an all red suit with a black bowtie, (because bowties are cool!) a devils tail and a halo. He had some deep, complicated reason behind his costume including something along the lines of, "representing that no matter how evil you think someone is, everyone has at least a little bit of goodness in them." or something like that. It honestly sounded like something Pete would come up with at 3 AM, but whatever.

Ryan shook his head, chuckling. "It's a good look, you should keep it." he told him, reaching for a discarded bottle of root beer.

"Oi! Don't touch that!" Joe swang over and tried to swat the bottle out of his hand, but Ryan moved before it could be knocked to its wood-chippy grave. "I'm sick." the attempted murderer fake coughed, talking in as nasally a voice as he could manage.

Ryan rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll waterfall it then." he told him, taking a step out of his reach and unscrewed the cap, leaning his head back. He poured the sugary substance into his mouth-- or tried to, at least. He missed, causing the soda to spill down his chin and onto his shirt. He made a surprised noise, almost choking on the drink he had yet to swallow. He practically threw the half empty (or half full?) bottle at Andy, who calmly gave it back to Joe. Ryan continued to wipe off his face and scrub furiously at the wet spots on his shirt, even though it really wasn't doing anything.

The rest of the boys found his escapades extremely amusing, bursting out into fits of laughter. Ryan grumbled a small, "shut up." and pouted. He was shown no sympathy.

After he had gained some of his composure back, Patrick clapped his hands, getting the group's attention. "Alright guys, it's..." he checked his watch. "Coming up on five. How about we head to Mikey and Gerards house soon?" he suggests. The rest of the group nodded their heads or muttered their agreement.

As the group of boys made their way to the Way residence, they had no clue what was prepared for them when they arrived...

//lmao welcome to this shit show. I literally started this story because I was bored in school last Halloween. I guess you could say it's been in the works for over a year XD (doesn't mean it's good lmaoooo) but yeah, it's totally not serious and I just made it to work on when I've got nothing better to do in class. I hope you have some fun reading and can see through the cringey-ness of it to the beautiful, gleaming, pile of trash underneath. oh, and thanks to the wonderful iheartbookyblook for the beautiful cover. love ya, gurl!//

posted November 26, 2018