(Kik parts will be bold even though it's obvious which parts are kik)

"Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie to the main office with their things to go. Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie," the principals voice rang through the intercom. They stand up and walk out of the room, hearing one person, the homophobic one, say, "I bet they're going on a date." He was promptly told to shut up by the entire class and the teacher because a little under half of the school was gay and no one, except for that one person, cared.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Brendon asks on their way to the office. "I mean, he is your dad."

"And he's also a dick. We have to do this, Bren."

"Okay, just making sure." They drive to Ryans house in silence, neither of them wanting to talk about what they're about to do.

They walk into the house and are greeted by something they didn't expect. A woman neither of them had seen before sitting on the couch. Ryan clears his throat causing the woman to jump a little. "Ryan! I wasn't expecting to see you so soon! I thought school didn't get out until three."

"Uh, would you mind telling me who the fuck you are and why the fuck you're in my house?"

"Your father didn't tell you? Typical. I shouldn't have expected him to."

"What didn't he tell me?"

"That I'd be coming here today. He said he'd be home but I guess that changed."

"Uh huh, I still don't know who you are, so tell me before I kick you out."

"Oh theres no need for that, darling. Who do you have with you?"

"Yeah don't call me darling. Now tell me who the Hell you are."

"He seriously told you nothing. Wow, okay. Ryan, I'm your mother."

"Bullshit," Ryan scoffs. "My mother died nearly eighteen years ago."

"Is that what he told you? Ryan, honey, I'm not dead. Your father must have told you that to cover up the truth. I left sixteen years ago, Ryan. I didn't want to leave you, I kept trying to get you back from him, but I couldn't. He threatened my life."

Ryan calms down a little as Brendon holds his hand. He starts to believe what this woman is saying. "Why did you leave?"

"Because your father was, and I'm assuming still is, abusive. I couldn't take it anymore so I left. I tried to take you with me Ry, I never would have willingly left you with him. I want to make up for the time I lost with you, Ryan."

"I... no. You can't just walk back into my life like this. You left me with that asshole for eighteen years. Willingly or not, I was still left to be tormented by him."

"Ryan, I'm sorry. I know this is a lot to take in. I know you're probably having a lot of emotions right now."

Ryan tenses again at his mother's words. "You don't know, though. Did your mother leave you when you weren't even old enough to remember her?  Were you blamed for years for your mother's death just because she apparently died giving birth to you, only to find out that she's not dead, she's been fine for all these years? No. You didn't have to go through any of that. So you don't know."

"Ry," Brendon speaks for the first time since he's entered the house. "Ry, calm down."

"I can't calm down, Brendon! This is too much, this is insane. This can't be real." He all but whispers the last part.

Ryan wants to believe this, but he also doesn't. He wants to believe that his mother is alive and well, but he doesn't want to belive that she left him for all those years without making any attempt to even contact him.

Brendon gets Ryan to calm down a little bit, and Ryan starts talking to his mother again. As they're talking, Brendon feels his phone starts buzzing.

Spencil: hows the camera thingy going

Janathon: Spence they're probably busy don't bother them

Spencil: but I need to know

Beebs💞: its not going exactly as planned

Giraffe: did something happen?

Beebs💞: uh

Beebs💞: kinda

Gway💗: what do you mean kinda

Mway: are either of you hurt

Beebs💞: no ones hurt

Fronk💗: then what isn't going as planned

Beebs💞: well ya see

Beebs💞: you know how we were gonna do it today because no one would be at Ry's house?

Janathon: yes...?

Tacobell: is his dad there

Ukuleledude: why isn't Ryan talking at all

Beebs💞: Ryan isn't talking cause he's kinda busy

Beebs💞: and no his dad isn't here

Giraffe: then what's going on

Beebs💞: someone is here and I don't know if Ryan wants me to tell you who

Fronk💗: Can't you just ask him

Beebs💞: i don't want to interrupt him

"Bren?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you tell them to shut the fuck up?"

"Sure, hold on."

"What's so important right now anyways? Shouldn't they be learning or something?"

"Since when do any of us care about school?"

"True."

"And they want me to explain what's going on"

"Did you?"

"No."

"Okay." Ryan pulls out his phone and tells his mother to wait a minute.

Ry💞: I'll explain stuff when school gets out

Tacobell: oh hey its Ryan

Ry💞: meet at Mikey and Gerards house after school

Mway: kk

"Ry who were you texting?" Ryans mom asks.

"Some friends," Ryan replies.

"Oh... are you going to introduce me to this friend?" She asks motioning to Brendon.

"Uh, I guess. This is Brendon, my..." He trails off and looks at Brendon, silently asking if it's okay to out them to his mother. Brendon nods. "My boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Ryan nods, wondering if telling her was the right choice. "That's amazing, sweetie. It's nice to meet you Brendon."

"Uh, you too."

"So what are you boys doing out of school so early? You're not ditching, are you?"

"Not technically," Ryan says. "Bren's mom picked us up, so not really."

"Well why did you leave early?"

"Um, well, you see... uh. We're trying to get dad arrested."

"Arrested? What did he do now?"

"Like you said, he's abusive."

"Oh. Well I'll leave you boys to that. I'm gonna go, but Ryan, please, call me or something." Ryan nods as his mother leaves the house.

Ryan and Brendon set up the camera and leave to go to Mikey and Gerards house.

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I'm finally able to rap Zack's part of Kitchen Sink I'm so proud of myself.

(My one and only accomplishment in life.)  

Also can we just fucking talk about the Regional At Best version of Trees? It's fucking beautiful.
I'm slowly becoming obsessed with Regional At Best please help I have too many obsessions.