*Ryan POV*

I woke up with my head pulsing. It was like a drum was in my head banging on all the walls to a rhythmic beat. I was so drunk last night. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I was in Brendon's room? I stood up and stretched. Then I realized I was wearing Brendon's pajama pants. Suddenly I remembered a vague memory of last night. A few included kissing a stranger, then Brendon washing me in the bathtub, and singing me a lullaby. Or was that just a dream?

It must've been a dream. Brendon probably went to Dallon's last night... But how the hell did I get to his house? I would've gone to my house because it's closer. So why the hell am I here?!

I made my dangerous journey downstairs attempting not to fall in the complete darkness. I squinted and noticed someone lying on the couch. I moved closer and noticed it was Brendon. Yep it was a dream. If it wasn't a dream he would have slept in bed with me.... He must've went over to Dallon's and came home late...

I didn't want to be here when he woke up...it'd hurt too much. I went back upstairs and searched for my clothes. I might have been a little loud, but it's because I was in a hurry. I couldn't find them anywhere. I went into the bathroom trying to quickly search for some Advil. My head started to pain even more than before. I saw my clothes rolled up into a ball in the corner. It had puke stains all over them?

Wait was it a dream...or?

I didn't want to wake up Patrick to ask. I finally found an Advil, taking it and then called Pete. He said groggily, "What's up, man? It's 6:00 in the morning..."

"I know sorry, but I woke up at Patrick and Brendon's did Patrick happen to take me home last night from the bar?"

"No...you called me to pick you up. Brendon had just gotten to the club looking for you and you weren't there. He went looking for you and then I asked him to pick you up in your drunken state. Then Patrick told me that Brendon completely took care of you.... He chose you, Ryan. He completely told off Dallon and only wanted you. He felt like complete shit. He didn't even want to sleep in the same bed as you just in case you were still upset at him.... Patrick told me all of this."

"Wow really...now I feel bad for not trusting him..."

Pete said, "I'm sure it's fine. Just talk to him when he wakes up. He had a long night...as did you. You should get some more sleep."

"Alright bye, Pete."

I hung up. Of course I wasn't going back to sleep. Are you kidding me? How was I when I knew that Brendon chose me! I just wanted to run downstairs and kiss him. I wanted to be in his arms, it was where I belonged. I wanted to sleep next to him every night. To be able to feel the warmth of his body against mine. I wanted him to sing me lullabies and whisper he loves me. I wanted all of this and so much more. I am madly in love with him and nothing will ever change that....not even Dallon.

I went back down to Brendon. I lightly shook his shoulders. At first he was startled and then said, "Oh hey Ryan!"

I smiled and tugged his hand. He asked, "Where are we going?"

"To bed with me, where you belong."

He smiled and once we stood on the top step of the stairs he held my waist. He slowly pressed me against the wall, gently. He said, "Ryan, I'm so sorry.... I don't know what the hell was I thinking, but I do know that I-I think I love you."

I asked, "Do you think or do you know?"

He smiled, "I know."

Our lips slowly crashed against each other. My arms were around his neck. I let go, "I think we are both tired. Let's go get some sleep."

He smiled and followed me into the bedroom. I asked, "So you washed me last night? Does that mean you changed my clothes too?"

He just chuckled as we cuddled into the bed. I knew he had, but I just wanted him to blush. I loved making his face turn ruby red because I like being able to have that effect on him. We both laid together and he wrapped his arms around me. His front side was right against my back side. The sexual tension was uncanny, but we just laid there, still. I could lay in his arms for the rest of forever without having sex. Haha nope that's a lie, but I still loved Brendon being my cuddle buddy.

He was always warm, much like a personal heater with the way heat radiated off of him. He just made it so easy to fall asleep.

I closed my eyes, letting the darkness flow in and the dreams of a silly bear and jelly beans everywhere take over. I was quite okay with it because just like the song goes I didn't worry my head, mostly because I was sleeping beside the love of my life in his bed.

*4 days later, Friday*

*Patrick POV*

I stood in Pete's living room. He told me he had a surprise for me and to be honest I was nervous. I rocked back and forth on the heels of my feet. He came back with a black box ties with a big white bow.

I opened it carefully. On top was a sheet of song lyrics. The song was called "Dead on Arrival". I read the lyrics. I didn't even look at the other item in the box before I looked up at Pete. "You are my favorite record."

He smiled, "Look inside the box."

I removed some colorful tissue paper and there was a black fedora inside. My mouth widened. "I always wanted one!"

Pete ran his fingers through my hair, then put the hat on my head. I asked, "How do I look?"

"You look good, hun."

I giggled and kissed his lips. He let go, "I figured since I wrote the song already for this week we could do something special...."

I gave him a confused look, "What special thing could we do this week?"

"House hunting. I know it may be a little soon, but we all live in apartments. Why don't we just all chip in and buy one big house for us all to live in?"

I cheered, "Oh my god, Pete!!"

I hugged him tightly. It was the perfect present. He whispered, "Happy One Week, babe."

I loved how he used the one week of us meeting. I really liked Pete, a lot actually. I was perfectly okay with his idea because I might be in love with him and well I've always wanted a big house. He said, "I thought maybe you could wear the fedora to the show tomorrow?"

I smiled, "Of course. I may never take this off!"

We chuckled together and then I kissed him some more. I was probably the happiest guy in the world just in that moment. I was definitely the luckiest guy for having a boyfriend like Pete...

*1 day later, Saturday*

*Ryan POV*

We were backstage, right before our show. Brendon and I were harmonizing together and then reading over the lyrics. Patrick and Pete were at our reserved table.

I didn't want to tell Brendon that the song I wrote was kind of based on how I felt about him and Dallon, but I think he had an idea that it might have been. It was basically a metaphor to it because it wasn't litterally.

Sarah smiled at us, "Alright boys you're up next. Are you ready?"

I said while taking a deep breath, "As ready as I'll ever be."

She said, "I'm sure you'll do fine!"

She walked on to the stage and spoke into the microphone, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I give to you the amazing Brendon Urie and Sparkle Dick, Ryan Ross!"

As she walked off stage I whispered, "Is that my new stage name?"

She smirked, "Maybe," and she winked.

I chuckled a little while walking on stage with my acoustic guitar in hand. We both decided on not sitting on the stools this time. I wrapped the guitar strap around my neck and my arm.

We watched each other while he began to sing. I did the harmonies and a little bit of singing as well.

"Oh, well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,

And I can't help but to hear,

No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:

"What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter,

"And, yes, but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore."

I chime in with a

"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things.

With a sense of poise and rationality.

I chime in,

"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things

With a sense of...

Well in fact,

Well I'll look at it this way,

I mean technically our marriage is saved.

Well this calls for a toast.

So, pour the champagne

Oh! Well in fact,

Well I'll look at it this way,

I mean technically our marriage is saved.

Well this calls for a toast,

So, pour the champagne, pour the champagne."

We continued to smile at each other while singing the rest of the song. After we finished everyone whistled and clapped and cheered. It was a great feeling to feel loved.

We bowed and then walked off stage. Patrick and Pete ran up to us backstage and hugged us. Patrick exclaimed, "You guys were amazing!!!"

I smiled, "I'm sure it won't be as amazing as yours!"

Patrick blushed, "Oh I doubt that!"

Sarah said, "Hey guys I'm sorry to cut this whole love fest short, but Pete and Patrick needs to come on stage."

Pete took Patrick's hand and then took my guitar for Patrick to play. Bren and I held hands while walking back to our table. Sarah started announcing the next act, "Next up is Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz!" Brendon whispered to me, "Was your song based on what happened on Monday...?"

I didn't speak. I didn't have the heart to tell him that it was. We sat down together just as Pete and Patrick began singing.

"Where is your boy tonight?

I hope he is a gentleman.

And maybe he won't find out what I know.

You were the last good thing about this part of town.

When I wake up,

I'm willing to take my chances on the hope I forget that you hate him more than you notice

I wrote this for you, for you, so

You need him,

I could be him.

I could be an accident, but I'm still tryin'.

And that's more than I can say for him.

Where is your boy tonight?

I hope he is a gentleman.

And maybe he won't find out what I know.

You were the last good thing about this part of town.

Someday I'll appreciate in value.

Get off my ass and call you.

In the mean time I'll sport my brand new fashion of waking up with pants on at four in the afternoon.

You need him,

I could be him.

I could be an accident but I'm still tryin'.

And that's more than I can say for him.

One, two, three, four.

Where is your boy tonight?

I hope he is a gentleman.

And maybe he won't find out what I know.

You were the last good thing about this part of town.

Won't find out.

He won't find out.

Won't find out.

He won't find out.

Where is your boy tonight?

I hope he is a gentleman.

Maybe he won't find out what I know.

You were the last good thing about this part of town.

Where is your boy tonight?

I hope he is a gentleman.

Maybe he won't find out what I know.

You were the last good thing about this part of town."

I applauded and screamed. They were amazing with their voices combined. They came back to us and I hugged the both of them, congratulating them. We all sat down for our one last drink before leaving. Pete toasted, "To us and the club."

We clinked glasses. Patrick asked, "So...now what?"

Brendon suggested, "Let's go get some dinner. I'm starving."

Patrick said, "No, the children in Africa are starving. You are just hungry."

Brendon said, "No Patrick, I am starving."

"You are most certainly not. You aren't like those kids from Africa."

Brendon cocked an eyebrow, "Was that a racial slur Patty?"

I rolled my eyes. I could see Patrick was getting a little angry. I said, "Both of you stop bitching. Brendon you are hungry, not starving. Patrick it's a metaphor."

Patrick blushed, "Sorry.."

Brendon said, "Okay Ryan I'll stop bitching once you tell me if that songs was written about Dallon and I?"

I turned around about to walk out, "It's a metaphor, Brendon."

I began walking and they all followed me. Brendon caught up to me, "What the hell is up with you and metaphors lately?"

"Metaphors mean a lot to me. My life is a metaphor."

Brendon took my hand and stopped me, "Ryro....what was the song a metaphor for...?"

I sighed. I couldn't look at him in the eyes, "It was a metaphor towards how I was feeling at the time of you and Dallon on Monday."

He cupped his hand against my cheek, "Oh Ry....I am truly sorry still... I chose you for a reason and that's because...."

"Because why?"

"Because I-I'm in love with you, Ryan and you know that."

"I love you too, Brendon. So much more than you'll ever know."

I pressed my lips against his. Pete coughed awkwardly after a minute or two, "Um hey guys do you want to go get some dinner now?"

We laughed, "Yes of course."

We walked out of the club. We joked around with each other while going back to the car. We stood side by side with our arms around the shoulders of each other and walked that way. I loved these guys so much. I'm so thankful they are in my life... We litterally skipped into the bar where we were going to eat dinner. Our youth was showing and the funny thing was none of us were even drunk yet. Success.