Ryan sat watching from the corner. Not in a creepy way, well he hoped it wasn't creepy. He just liked to observe.

He watched the couple passing each other love notes. The class idiot was struggling to keep his eyes open. The teacher was on her computer, not caring about her unengaged class. On the other side of the room, he noticed how the boy who always had on a smile was staring out the window.

Again, Ryan didn't mean to be creepy, but he just so happened to watch Brendon Urie a little more than he did everyone else. It wasn't necessarily his fault. The boy was very loud, always laughing at something. The boy was a walking siren.

Sure he could've tuned him out like almost everyone else did, but who would want to miss that sweet laugh and his shining smile or how he'd throw his head back when he laughed so his hair bounced at the movement. Brendon Urie was literally a walking sun and Ryan couldn't help watching something so beautiful.

Ryan watched in every class he shared with the boy and wondered about how much louder he was at lunch while Ryan sat alone in the library. Sometimes, Ryan caught himself contagiously smiling even though he didn't hear Brendon's joke.

Ryan noticed. He always did. So, when the boy came to school one day and kept his lips trained in a tight line, he got worried.

Ryan paid less attention in class and waited for the sun to shine. He was hopeful when one of Brendon's friends nudged him and whispered what he assumed was a joke.

The corner of Brendon's lip curled up and his body gave a small jerk as he chuckled but his lips stay sealed. Ryan shook his own head. That wasn't what was supposed to happen.

Brendon should've let out his laugh and potentially get yelled at by the teacher for disrupting the class. Brendon's hand came on and cupped over his mouth. He never did that. Why was he doing that?

Ryan was ready to march over and yank the boy's hand away and demand to hear his sun laugh. That might've been crossing over the line between observing and being creepy though.

"Mr. Ross." Ryan snapped his head forward as the students turned to him. The teacher had her arms cross as she stared at him. He felt his face heat up under the gaze of everyone. "Care to share what's so important you can't pay attention?"

Ryan glanced over at Brendon who has his head tilted curiously to the side. He dropped his head quickly when he made eye contact for a moment.

"No ma'am."

"Then I suggest you keep your eyes forward and participate." Ryan nodded and grabbed his pencil, scribbling random notes as the teacher continued with class.

Ryan couldn't help looking over at Brendon, making sure he didn't keep his eyes there for too long. His heart constricted when he saw Brendon looking back at him one time.

When the bell rang, Ryan stuffed his things in his bag before rushing out the door. He decided to skip the rest of his classes and work on homework in the library. The librarian didn't mind as long as he was quiet, which Ryan never really made a sound anyway.

With his nose shoved in a book, he couldn't get his mind off the boy and why he kept looking over at Ryan. He never did that. Ryan would've seen him do it.

The next day, Ryan tried keeping eyes on the teacher, but he heard it. Well, close to it. He looked over and saw Brendon with his hand over his mouth, not pressed hard enough to quiet the soft giggle. It was just there hiding his beautiful smile.

Ryan looked down at his notes. Throughout the class, he heard Brendon laughing. It was softer than normal and his hand always came over his mouth.

Throughout the week, Ryan noticed how Brendon's new laughing habits and found himself missing the old laugh. Brendon didn't keep his head up as much anymore. He more talked to his feet during a conversation now, that was when he talked. He wasn't as chatty which Ryan was sure the teachers appreciated.

Ryan sat alone in the library like always. He was hiding in one of the aisle of books containing some of his favorite authors. He had a small pile of poems, short stories and classic novels next to him.

He was leaning back on a shelf, confident his less than average weight wasn't enough to tip the whole case over. His knees were pulled up to support the book Ryan was reading through.

Ryan was immersed in the text, the feel of the paper against his thumb and index as he turned a page, the art of the story. He jumped when someone sat on the floor next to him. His eyes went wide with momentary fear. His heart was ready to beat out of his chest.

When he noticed who was next to him, he switched from startled to anxious. There was the shining boy sitting beside him with his head down looking at Ryan's small stack of books.

What was he doing here? No one came to the library during lunch? Out of all the empty places here, why did the boy sit next to Ryan?

"You stare a lot," Brendon said with his head still down. Ryan turned away quickly as his face turned red. He stared down at the open book, folding and unfolding the corner of the page.

"Sorry," Ryan murmered back. As he peeked over, he saw Brendon now staring at him. He focused his eyes back down to his lap.

"You're weird." Ryan bit his lip nervously. He ignored the small pain he got from those words. He knew he was weird. He had no friends, barely spoke and spent his free time in the library. It wasn't hard to come up with that conclusion.

"Sorry," he murmered again.

"It's not a bad thing. It's just." When Brendon paused, Ryan looked up at him. Brendon shrugged and looked down. "It's just different."

Ryan watched him, not paying attention to how much he was staring. Brendon gave a side glance when he felt Ryan's eyes on him. His cheeks starts turning a light pink. Ryan smiled softly at the new color.

"Why are you staring?" Brendon whispered shyly. Ryan kept his eyes on him still, not replying at first just observing. Brendon had been acting differently all week and Ryan didn't like it.

"Why don't you smile anymore?" Brendon looked up and tilted his head to the side. He didn't answer, but Ryan thought he should explain himself. "You used to be so loud, but not in a bad way," Ryan added quickly.

Brendon looked down with the corners of his mouth pulling up, but his lips were sealed. Ryan frowned. That wasn't Brendon's smile.

"You never held back you laughs before or covered your mouth to smile and I-I kinda miss it." Ryan looked down started fiddling with the pages of his book again.

"You're the only one who really noticed." Ryan looked over. Brendon still had his head down and was playing with his fingers.

"I know it's gonna sound creepy, but I looked forward to seeing you smile. Why'd you stop?" Brendon looked up shaking his head before dropping his gaze to his lap again.

"It's embarrassing."

"I promise I won't laugh or anything." He watched Brendon, waiting for any response.

With a deep breath, Brendon nodded and looked up at Ryan. He pulled his lips back exposing his teeth first time all week into a forced smile.

Ryan's eyes widened in surprise as he took in the metal brackets glued to Brendon's teeth. Those were new.

"You got braces." Brendon shut his mouth, dropped his head and nodded. He looked nervous, waiting for Ryan's response.

Hesitantly, Ryan reached over, cupped his hand under Brendon's chin and turned his head so they were gazing at each other.

"I like them. They're adorable on you." Brendon turned his eyes to the bookshelf, not being about to move away from Ryan's grasp.

"They're stupid. You don't have to lie." Ryan could clearly see the metal flashing as Brendon spoke and understood why he wouldn't talk and covered his mouth. His little secret wouldn't have been kept if he wasn't quiet.

"I have no reason to lie to you," Ryan whispered. Brendon locked their eyes together. He stared into the honey color for a moment.

Before Ryan could react, Brendon lunged forward, grabbing Ryan's face in his hands and connecting their lips.

From the quick action, Ryan had to hold up their weight with one arm to keep from falling over from the force. His other hand released Brendon chin and circled around the boy's waist.

His eyes fluttered closed after a moment of shock and he leaned into the kiss. He could feel Brendon's brace as the boy pressed their lips together.

Brendon pulled away first, but didn't let go of Ryan. The older boy kept his eyes closed, bathing in the afterglow of the kiss. A smile spread over his face he slowly opened his eyes.

Brendon's face was only a few inches from Ryan and he was wearing a smile. Ryan moved his hand from Brendon's waist to his cheek.

He slowly ran the pad of his thumb over Brendon bottom lip. He bit his own lip to hold back his growing smile.

"I love your smile," he whisper as he moved his eyes up to Brendon's. The boy's smile grew as he let out a little giggle.

"I'll try to do it more often."