"i don't know, tony, catcher in the rye was a shit book," mike told his boyfriend as they took a walk down the busy street in their town. it was a windy september afternoon. the sun was hidden behind dark clouds and it could rain any minute, but the two were up and out of their houses, doing whatever came to mind. 

tony held a small, nearly cold cup of coffee in his hands and he shrugged his shoulders, "kind of my favorite book, but, alright."

mike rolled his eyes slightly, "how could you like that shit? it's so fucking boring. it's easily my least favorite book of all time."

"alright, cool, you don't have to be a dick about it," tony muttered, taking a sip from his coffee before he and mike outside of a convenient store.

 "tony," mike started, "i'm not being a dick about it, you're the one who blows everything out of proportion and feels like everything's an attack on you. you're just being a little bitch."

"you know what, fuck you man!" tony exclaimed, getting some views from others in the same area, "you could've just dropped it when we exchanged fucking opinions, but no, you have to keep fucking egging it on until i lose my cool like this. go fuck yourself." tony threw his lukewarm cup of coffee at the tall boy and stormed off down the street. 

--

tony showed up at mike's house to see his older brother vic about fifteen minutes later. he knew mike wouldn't be home for another few hours, so he decided it would be best to talk to him now rather than later. getting onto his knees and leaning over into the bush in front of the fuentes residence, he grabbed the key that hung on one of the small branches.

he got up and brushed himself off, unlocking the front door and letting himself in. in his line of vision, he saw vic, laying on the couch watching some tv show about conspiracy theories. "wrong time?" tony asked, startling vic as he jumped in his seat.

"what's up?" vic asked, muting the tv.

"your brother can't accept that other people have different opinions than him, and he just pisses me off to no fucking end," tony vented, pacing around the living room as vic listened, "he just can't take into consideration other people's feelings and how they feel about different shit and it makes me so fucking angry."

vic looked at him for a few seconds, clearly in thought about what to tell him, before saying, "tony, have you dreamed about a spider with multiple eyes lately?"

"vic, what the fuck are you on?" tony blurted out.

vic shrugged, "answer the question. have you, within the past few days, dreamed about a spider that had multiple eyes?" 

"no, vic, i haven't. why are you so fucking into telling me what my dreams mean. it hasn't fucking worked yet." 

"damn, spider with multiple eyes means to trust your gut feeling. what about a boa constrictor? has that been in your dream lately?" vic asked, determined to figure out what his inner feels were. 

tony, in a fit of sudden anger, threw his arms in the arm, "vic! this isn't going to help! yeah, i saw a boa constrictor and a python in a dream maybe three days ago, what the fuck does that mean, victor-"

"boa constrictor means you feel suffocated in a relationship. python means  you feed confined in a relationship. you need to talk to mike about this kind of stuff, tell him that he's suffocating your feelings and opinions and if he doesn't listen to you, send him to me and i'll beat his ass."

tony sighed, "i'm taking your fucking advice on this, if you're fucking wrong, i'll be back." 

---

tony walked around the block a few times before getting a text from brendon urie, everyone's favorite gross punk boy , and his boyfriend ryan ross, everyone's second favorite gross punk boy. they had informed him that the entire time that he was walking, they followed him around the block in brendon's hand-me-down red honda accord. how tony didn't notice despite brendon's car being really loud and just an overall piece of shit was beyond him. 

brendon, not wanting to park and then immediately pull out of the spot ten seconds later when tony got in the car, just pulled into some random lady's driveway. tony speed walked to his car, opened the back door and climbed in. "today's been an eventful day-" tony declared, stopping mid-sentence to see ryan and brendon furiously making out. 

tony opened the door and slammed it closed once more, startling both of them into separating themselves . "uh, hey, how are you?" ryan stuttered.

"today was eventful. mike is pissed because i liked catcher in the rye-"

"catcher in the rye sucked, man, he's got a right to be pissed," brendon joked. ryan laughed and tony reached over and shoved him as he pulled out of the driveway and onto the street. 

tony continued, "i like catcher in the rye, he thought it sucked and we had an argument because he doesn't know what a fucking opinion is. second, i was told what my dream meant-"

"oooh, what did you dream about? did you dream about a conga line? that means you're lacking in creativity," ryan excitedly exclaimed.

"oh god, am i gonna lose you to this stuff to?" tony pleaded and ryan giggled, "but i dreamed about a python and a boa constrictor, which apparently means i'm being suffocated in a relationship."

"i'll kick mike's ass." 

"brendon, you're like three feet tall compared to mike," tony replied.

"you got me there, but i'll still do it." 

tony leaned forward in between ryan and brendon's seats, just watching the two. "where we going?" tony asked, looking up and brendon, then up at ryan. 

"park. i want a cigarette without my mom shouting at me, no, no, no, i want other moms to shout at me while i smoke around children. i want to sit on a swing and have a cigarette and kiss my cute boyfriend," brendon declared, turning down on lime street. 

tony nodded and leaned back, and looked up at the roof of the car. ryan turned around in his seat to look at him, "so, have you dreamed about a conga line lately?"

"ryan! i dealt with this enough from vic today!" tony laughed and ryan snorted, turning back around. 

they drove in near silence, the faint sound of a nirvana reached playing in the background, before reaching the park. the park that they usually went to was small and nearly run down and very rarely had small children there. it was usually teenagers who just dicked around, bored out of their minds and having no time or money to do what they wanted to do or where they wanted to go. 

brendon parked on the street and fumbled around in his jeans' pocket to get his parliment cigarettes out. he opened the blue and white box and took out his black lighter than ryan had stolen for him from a walgreens and a cigarette. he placed it in his mouth and flickered the lighter, lighting the cigarette and inhaling slowly. 

he gestured the pack to ryan and tony, both of which turned it down. brendon took the cigarette out in between his middle and index finger and blew out the smoke. the three walked over to the red swing set, which had paint chipping from it and a shopping cart abandoned behind it. 

brendon sat down on the swing, ryan climbed into the shopping cart and tony sat on the ground. 

the day felt long for tony, but it was only about to feel longer. 

hey there it's ur boy spencer and his boy tony aka @ugIygod and we're writing this fic together because we're both pieces of shit but yeah if you see this follow him and read his poetry and read in actuality it could be worse because i stan both of those things thanks i love you