"You've been here all day ya know?" Brendon told Ryan who had been just staring at Brendon, it was the most unnaturally natural thing. Brendon wasn't weirded out by Ryan's staring though, because he had been staring back, and sometimes they would break into laughter, or sometimes Ryan would but his lip causing Brendon to have to look away. They both had no clue what they were even staring at. 

"Ya know Urie, you're sort of weird." Ryan broke out into a smile. "And you aren't?" Brendon raised and eyebrow at him. "Okay, fair, I can be weird.." He chuckled. "Can I ask you something Ryan Ross?" Brendon asked. 

"Yeah, go ahead." Ryan told him, still staring at his every move, like how from time to time, Brendon would start to bounce his knee, or how many times he would pop his fingers after already popping them, or the way Brendon would pop out his plump, moist bottom lip while thinking of what to respond with. That thought made Ryan's breath hitch. 

"What's with you and Awsten Knight? I know you said you weren't gay, fine, that's a fair fact. But you too are always way to close, closer then best friends, I mean, if you are tired of people assuming you're-"

"I sleep with him." Ryan admitted, still staring at Brendon's lips. He was waiting for a negative reaction. "Oh..Why did um....Why are you telling me?" He asked softly. He looked back at his whole face, not just his mouth now. "Cause you just asked, and because nobody would believe you anyway." He said honestly. This day doesn't change his life, this day doesn't change the act that he isn't gay, or the fact the he was going still beat the living shit out of Brendon. 

"Oh, so are you trying to tell me that we aren't going to be friends after this?" He asked. "We never were, can never be actually." He corrected himself. Brendon scuffed, "Why me? Hm? Why am I your punching bag? Do you have any clue what I go through? Do you have any fucking idea how hard it is for me to even get out of bed sometimes?! I'm terrified of you! I'm scared and yet I don't hate you, I can't bring myself to hate you, I opened my home up to you and yet....nothing changes." Brendon sighed, truly disappointed. Ryan bit his lip, he wanted to speak but couldn't find the words. 

"You should go.." Brendon told him, looking away from him, this time he wasn't planning to look at him back. Ryan nodded and collected his things, this was it, this was the last time he would ever get the chance to talk to Brendon again. He grabbed the handle to the bedroom door, but stopped, he couldn't leave yet. "I do it because-" Ryan inhaled, Brendon was looking at him with his puppy dog eyes. 

He dropped all his stuff to the floor a grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. He was shaking with adrenalin, and he couldn't stop. Brendon fell into the kiss as well as Ryan, letting Ryan control his mouth. Brendon's eyes fluttered shut, Ryan reached his arm around his waist as he clenched Brendon's shirt in his hands. Brendon had forgotten what they were fighting about and that he needed air. He pulled away quickly, panting as he looked Ryan in the eyes. 

He looked nervous "I can't Ross...I-I." Ryan had Brendon pinned against the wall as he kissed his neck. Brendon's eyes fell closed again as he he let out gentle moans. 

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"GOODMOOOORNING GLENNBROOK HIGHSCHOOL!! Today well be having Italian spaghetti for lunch, boys hockey team will be practicing at four today" blah blah blah.

Patrick was sitting eating his breakfast as announcements were being read, Friday the best day of the week. All though Thursday was an amazing day too, he was lucky to have start school on a Thursday, and met a new and amazing friend on a Wednesday night. He sat alone until a guy with a busted eye sat down at his lonely table too.

"You new?" He asked. Patrick nodded "Yeah, started yesterday." He said confidently. "Cool, you have a run in with the Fab Five yet?" He asked like that seemed to be his only reason to be talking to him, he didn't really care about anything else it seemed. He didn't even look at him as he said it, he was too focused on his cereal.

Patrick had taken a second to take him all in. He had a very faint bruising on his neck. Those were definitely hickeys and his hair was roughed up a bit, he wore a light grey sweater and a black T-shirt. He looked average besides all the bruises, in fact he was attractive. 

"I'm not sure what they even look like." Patrick admitted through a mumble. He then looked up at him and laugh "You're kidding right? Everyone knows who they are, what they look like and what they do. The rumors are like text book knowledge." He exclaimed.

"I'm Brendon Urie, or in the greater words of Ryan Ross, just Urine or Piss, or Piss Pants..and more recently other things." He inhaled deeply in what seemed like frustration and some what confusion, not that Patrick could distinguish what type of sigh he had.

"Over there?" He pointed to a guy with straight blonde hair, sporting a scarf and an expensive coat. He was bouncing his knee uncontrollably and tapping the tables impatiently. "That's Mikey Way. He's the school president." Patrick nodded.

"Next to him, the fake blonde one, that's Awsten Knight." He said "The guy he's sitting way to close to him is Ryan Ross." Ryan was handsome, handsome enough to be straight, but his gaydar was beeping to loud to be considered straight. Especially with Awsten Knight practically sitting on his lap.  

"The girl is Nicole Row, and that guy next to her is-"

"Jason." Patrick smiled and waved over at him. "We hung out after school yesterday, I bought him dinner and we just sat and talked, about anything, everything." Patrick told him but Brendon scuffed. "Uh no, that's Pete Wentz. Literally the worst of the five, he once shoved my head down a toilet and flushed it six times, he's slept with nearly every girl in this school, and he's dating the rudest girl I have literally ever met." Brendon ranted, he seemed to hate Pete more then Ryan, but surprisingly that was justified.  

"Wait, what? No, that can't be right, cause- cause, he hung out with me, and he was so sweet, and charming, and funny, smart, witty. He's the one that told me about the whole Fabulous Five thing, he told me the rumors, e-even his." Brendon shook his head.

"No offense but, I don't believe that. Pete Wentz sleeps around, does drugs, drinks, beats up losers like me and you, no offense, again. He doesn't chat with the new kids. He just doesn't have time with his busy schedule of drinking and being a dick." Brendon told him.

Patrick felt lied to, mostly because he was, but betrayed, and insulted. He wanted to know Pete's true intentions now. Why was he hanging out with him when he didn't hang out with any other new kid. He wanted to know if this Pete Wentz would ever tell him the truth, if so. How long?

"I didn't get your name." Brendon said as he finished off his cereal. "I'm Patrick Stump" He said in quiet voice.

"Well Patrick Stump, welcome to hell." Brendon got up and left, throwing away his breakfast. Patrick had heard things about Brendon Urie too. They said he was Ryan's unofficial punching bag. That if Ryan ever spotted him in the halls, he'd chase him until he got to his next class, and if he was unlucky, he'd be caught, and come out with a black eye. The day before yesterday he was stuffed in a trash can. He passed out in there.

Nobody really did anything about it either, nobody had the guts to stand up to them, out of fear they would be next.

"Hey." Pete said "I bought you breakfast, to pay you back for dinner, you like breakfast sandwiches? Its sausage, egg and cheese." Patrick smiled. "Thanks Jason.." He took it opening it up, Pete was already eating. Patrick didn't feel good, he looked pained and ill, he didn't do well lying. He didn't do well taking hard news either, he was a very sensitive boy.  

"Hey you okay? You look pale, are you sick?" He took the back of his hand to Patrick's forehead, Patrick laughed and pushed his hand away. "I'm fine." He chuckled. "Are you sure? I'm worried about you 'Trick, I miss you're rosy cheeks.." He mumbled the last part, causing Patrick to blush hard. "There it is!" He teased, Patrick let out a laugh, "You're such a Dork, Jason." He couldn't be mad at this guy even if he wanted to..it made it harder to want to confront. "I was talking to Brendon, ya know." He said.

"Brendon?" Pete asked. "Don't know him." He said, and in reality he really didn't know who the hell Brendon was. Mostly because they never called him by his real name, they referred to him as 'Piss' or 'Urine' or everything else in between. Nothing was off limits for them, but Ryan hated the kid the most. The rest just thought he picked on Brendon for fun but when he talked about him outside of school he had nothing but awful things to say. Like he had something to hide, Pete knew what it was. 

Ryan was obviously gay, and Brendon was a guy he was interested in, and instead of accepting it, he fights it, literally. It was sad for Pete to see how much one of his best friends struggles internally.   

"Sure you do, he's famous for being Ryan Ross's punching bag." Patrick unwrapped the rest of his sandwich. "Oh. That kid, yeah I've seen him.." Pete cleared his throat, "He's a nice guy." Patrick shrugged and took a bite.

"I'm sure he is, maybe you'll introduce us some time." Pete replied scooting closer to Patrick's side. He noticed yesterday when he sat with Patrick in the library Patrick smelt nice, he couldn't place the scent, it was almost like a sort of paradise. He has such a lovely smell. But that was a really weird thing to say and admit. He felt like creep. He probably was. "Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out again tonight, I know this beautiful spot up by the tracks." Pete told him.

"I'd like to, but I can't, I have to unpack, you wanna help? You can stay over for dinner if you want too." Patrick said. Deep down he wished he wasn't Pete Wentz, that he was just Jason so when it came time to confront him it would be easier, but there was only one Pete Wentz and he so stupidly decided to lie about who he really was. It didn't stop him from wishing he was just Jason though. Nothing more then that.

"I'd love to....maybe next time then?" Pete smiled at him, Patrick smiled back despite feeling like he didn't know if the person next to him really was genuine or not.

"Of course."