*Ryan POV*

I was so mad at Brendon right now. I punched my apartment wall. I threw a bunch of things as hard as I could at the wall, breaking them. Then I turned around to see Brendon terrified, staring at me. He didn't say a word he walked right over to me cupped my cheeks with his hands and pressed his lips against mine. My eyes widened, but then slowly fluttered closed.

His lips were soft, full, warm, and perfect. I wished this was our first kiss together... He slowly pulled away, "I'm sorry Ryan... I really am. I do love you a lot... I'm not sure if I'm ready for this whole thing because now it seems to be happening so fast and-"

I cut him off, "It's been three years Brendon. Oh kiss me."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and our lips crashed against each other. His hands were placed on my slim hips.

Every moment was perfect. He nibbled on my bottom lip and when I opened my mouth his tongue entered. We moved to the couch. I laid down and Bren on top of me. Our tongue wrestling game continued. I couldn't believe it was actually happening... It was a complete shock to me, but I savored every moment of it. My hands roamed through his soft dark hair.

*Pete POV*

I said to Patrick, "He's been in there for awhile...let's go check on them."

Patrick agreed and we both got out. We slowly opened the door and there and behold was Ryan sucking face with Brendon, finally. I smiled and looked at Patrick. We both smiled at each other and shut the door quietly.

He said, "Thank God it finally happened! Although I'm not sure what's next for the two of them I'm happy they at least got all their sexual frustration out."

I laughed, "Hey do you want to come back to my place? I can show you around and I can show you all of my lyric ideas."

Patrick said, "That sounds great!"

I whispered shyly as we entered my car, "Did you want to talk about what happened earlier with our hand holding?"

Patrick shook his head, "I believe somethings do not need explaining. They are explanations themselves. You think what you want to think in what happened and I'll think what I want. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to be with me or you aren't interested. You are what you love, not who loves you."

"That was one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard....honestly Patrick. You remind me of a poet Patrick Stump."

"Poets are just kids who didn't make it....just like me."

"You know some of the things you're saying would make great song lyrics...and some day you will make it. I promise you."

He smiled and blushed, "Gee thanks."

I turned the key into ignition and pulled out of the driveway. I began driving down the street. Patrick was humming something. I asked, "What're you humming, Pattycakes?"

"Pattycakes? And just something that's been stuck in my head all night long."

"Yep. That's your new pet name from me and mind humming it a little louder?"

He giggled, "Alright I need to start thinking of a pet name for you faster. Bugga boo? And alright."

I smiled at his attempt of a name and listened to him hum. "Sometimes I hear things in tunes...and I definitely heard something in that."

Patrick cocked an eyebrow, "What'd you hear?"

"I heard "You were the last good thing about this part of town." I like it. I like you, Patrick Stump."

He smiled and blushed even more. I said, "It looks like we have a song to start writing for next week."

Patrick said, "Wow that's amazing you did that... All I do is play random tunes on the guitar or drums all the time. I think we are going to make a great team."

"There is no doubt in my mind that you are right."

*Patrick POV*

I didn't want to ruin anything with Pete including asking him if he liked me or not. I think he hinted on it, but I don't want to ruin our just beginning friendship, even if I did want it to be more.

We drove to his apartment and it was inside a large apartment building. He opened the door with a key and swung it open for me. He said, "I'm on the fifth floor and the elevator doesn't work a whole lot...you need to go to every floor to find it then you have to take it down because it doesn't come on demand. I'll go find it and bring it down for you."

I thought it was really sweet of Pete to even do that for me... I sat on the bench and waited for him. He arrived in the elevator a few minutes later. He smiled, "Luckily it was only on the second floor."

I stood next to him and waited for him to press the number corresponding to his floor number. He whispered, "I appologize in advance about the mess."

I shook my head, "That's alright. No need to apologize."

The elevator doors slowly creeped open revealing a long narrow corridor. Pete flicked his head to the left, "Come on. This way."

At the very end of it was Pete's apartment labeled "520". He turned the key in the hole and allowed him and I to walk in. He said, "Well home, sweet, home I guess. Would you like something to drink?"

I nodded and he asked, "Whiskey?"

I smiled, "Sounds good. So where's your music?"

He pointed towards what looked like a living room, smiling. I walked towards it to reveal paper and pencils sprawled on the floor everywhere. Unused paper sat in an untouched stack, but any sheet with words was spread about. I picked up a sheet, sitting down on the worn couch as I read it. It was called..."Calm Before the Storm". I liked it a lot.

He stood against the wall, "I wrote that the other day."

"When it was storming?"

He nodded and laughed. He had an amazing laugh and even more amazing smile. He said, "Do you want to write our song now?"

I nodded and picked up a few sheets of paper and a pen laying under the coffee table for Pete to use. He came back in with our drinks. He said, "Okay so how did it go again?"

I hummed the tune and he nodded and said, "Right. You were the last good thing about this part of town. So that'll be apart of the refrain. We need a few more lines to be apart of the refrain too. You can throw in any ideas at any time."

I nodded. This is going to be harder than I thought... Pete drank some whiskey and turned to me, "Got anything?"

I shook my head, "What goes with you were the last good thing about this part of town? It sounds like you're talking about a boy/girl you like and they gave you a reason not to like them hence the word "were". I don't know for example they're cheating on you or picking the wrong guy over you...but what goes with that?"

Pete said, "Well let's start the first line with "Where is your boy tonight"," he wrote the line down carefully so it'd be legible.

I joked, "I hope he is a gentleman..."

Pete smiled, "Good one."

"But I was kidding?"

He laughed, "Well it still works."

I said, "Okay so that makes it sound like he did something bad like cheat or something. How about the next line be "Maybe he won't find out what I know"."

Pete said, "You were the last good thing about this part of town. Looks like we got our refrain."

I smiled, "We do make a great team."

*Brendon POV*

Ryan and I finally had to stop kissing sometime, but we just awkwardly sat next to each other. I said, "What now...?"

The moment set in...one of my best friends and I just made out... Ryan said, "Well I was thinking....Brendon Urie, will you go on a date with me?"

I joked, "Wow this is all moving so fast!"

He hit my arm lightly and rested his hand on my left thigh as he kissed me lightly. I said, "Yes."

Ryan's smile crept across his entire face, "Really?!"

I smiled. I haven't seen him this happy in such a long time. I replied, "Really."

Ryan said, "I'll pick you up at 7:00 tomorrow."

"Where are we going," I questioned.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," he winked.

"Alright Mr. Ross. I will see you tomorrow. Good night."

Ryan smiled, "Good night, Bren."

*****

I just got home and made myself a cup of coffee when my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID expecting Patrick, but it was Ryan?

I answered, "Yeah Ryan?"

"I can't sleep," he whined.

I smiled. He used to always do this and then I'd sing to him until he dozed off sometimes in my bed or sometimes I in his. I asked, "What do you want me to do about it?"

"Well...it's pretty cold here. Maybe you could come cuddle, Bren Bren?"

I smiled as he said my nickname in a baby tone. "Ryro I just got home and I'm seeing you tomorrow..."

"I'm too excited to sleep."

"I haven't slept well in such a long time...please let me-"

He cut me off, "Okay I'll be over in a few."

I rolled my eyes, laughing at him. What a goofball, my goofball.