Ryan Ross hadn't been in the mood to go to any of his classes today. So of course he didn't. And of course none of his professors would call him out for it. Just one of the many perks you got to bask in when your parents were the head donators at your university.

So instead of heading to that dreadful campus, he'd called up his best friend and number one bitch, Pete the Treat. They were going to get pampered. Today was Friday after all. That meant they had to look good for whatever party they would be attending.

He lifted up his phone and scrolled through the dozens of unread messages. He clicked his tongue in frustration when he'd swiped through the new messages twice and still didn't see Pete's name.

He hated when people texted him back to back without a reply. If he wasn't replying. That obviously meant he wasn't in the mood to talk. He scrolled past the newest messages again. Only glancing at the first few words in most.

Mom: Call me ASAP!

Andy: Ditching again?

Jon: I'm assuming that I'll have to bring you my notes from all of our classes today.

Dad: Answer your mother.

Unknown: Is this Ryan Ross?

Gerard: Omg!! did u no Titanic wsnt base on a tru story?!?! :(

Meagan #3: YOU ASSHOLE!

Ryan lifted one perfectly arched brow at the message. That looked promising. He touched the name to open up their messages.

Meagan #3: I had fun :)

Ryan: Did you?

Meagan #3: So much ;)

Ryan: I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.

Meagan #3: How could I not? I guess the rumors about you were true ;)

Ryan: All good things I hope.

Meagan #3: You could say that ;)

Meagan #3: I'll probably never walk straight again ;)

Meagan #3: Let's do it again some time? ;)

Meagan #3: Love you

Meagan #3: You there?

Meagan #3: Hey do you know Dylan Camper?

Ryan: Hell yeah.

Meagan #3: Did you have sex with him?

Meagan #3: That's my brother you dick head.

Meagan #3: I hate you!

Meagan #3: I hope you get herpes.

Meagan #3: Are you ignoring me?

Meagan #3: YOU ASSHOLE!

Ryan laughed. What? He had no idea Dylan was her brother. It wasn't his job to keep track of everyone he slept with. And to make sure they weren't siblings. But in hindsight, he should have known. Their blowjob techniques were uncannily similar.

He shook his head and placed his phone back on his bed. He was feeling extra hot today. So he pulled on his favorite pair of ripped jeans. The pair that was almost too tight to breathe in. And he pulled on one of the Rossmania shirts he'd sold at his last big party.

His front door creaked open as he was adding the final touches to his outfit. His glitter covered sneakers and his studded belt. He didn't bother to go check who'd walking in. Only two people, besides himself, had the key to his place. His mother and Pete. And the former wouldn't waste the three hours it took to drive there, just to see him.

"You didn't see my text, asshole?" He called out to Pete. Who was probably ransacking his kitchen.

"Obviously I saw your text, Ry. Why else would I be here instead of getting the education Jon so frequently reminds me I need?"

"Uh, I don't know." Ryan ran his hands through his hair. Picking up his phone as he walked to the kitchen. "Because you never listen to Jon?"

"I do listen. I just choose not to take his advice."

Ryan stopped in the entrance to his kitchen. His eyes involuntarily rolling. And his arms crossing over his chest. Pete was standing in front of his fridge. Holding the door open with his foot while he rummaged through it's contents.

"Are you ready to go?"

Pete spun around. A slice of old pizza sandwiched between his lips. And a quart of milk -That Ryan didn't remember buying- in his hand. It was probably weeks old. Most likely thick and rancid now. Ryan made a disgusted face just thinking about Pete drinking that. But then he smiled. That might actually be entertaining to watch.

"Why are you smiling?" Pete mumbled through the pizza in his mouth.

"No reason."

"Bullshit." Pete used his free hand to grab the pizza from his mouth. He eyed it suspiciously. "Is this like weeks old or something?"

"As if you'd give a shit." Ryan laughed.

Pete looked at the it for a few seconds before shrugging. "True." He bit the cold pizza.

"You're disgusting."

"You love it." Pete smiled as he chewed. "Then why were you smiling if it wasn't about the pizza?"

Ryan's smile widened. "No reason."

Pete glanced at his other hand. "It's the milk, isn't it?"

"What?" Ryan feigned confusion.

"What my ass." Pete shook the container. The thickened liquid barely moved. "Ew. Why do you have it in there?"

Ryan shrugged. "I think, subconsciously, I've always wanted you to drink it."

"Fuck you!" Pete laughed. "Let's go."
**********

Ryan glanced down at his nails in speculation. Was the cream color too boring? Maybe he should go for a bolder color. Like peach or gold.

Hey, don't judge! There was nothing wrong with a guy getting his feet and nails done with his best friend. Plus, it would have been tacky to not get them done after going to the salon and having their hair washed and set. That would be like not getting his eyebrows waxed or only buying one pair of shoes.

Of course Pete wasn't getting his painted. That was 'too feminine' for him. But having them cleaned, cut and shined was some how okay. Just like when he got his eyebrows plucked instead of waxed. Ryan shook his head. Pete logic.

"So, I heard you're screwing familys now." Pete said in a conversational tone.

The women doing their nails tried not to look too interested in what they were saying. But Ryan knew they were listening to the conversation. Holding onto every word. Just so they could go back and gossip about it.

"Where'd you hear that nonsense?"

"Meagan went on a Facebook rant about it."

Ryan sighed. "She's so stupid."

"Is it true?" Pete urged. "Did you smash her and Dylan in the same week?"

Ryan kept his face straight ahead. Refusing to look at the stupid grin that Pete was most likely wearing right now.

"That'd be insane."

"You did!" Pete laughed. "You're such a dog, Ross!"

"Hey," Ryan looked at him. Trying his best not to laugh too. "I had no idea-"

"They look alike!"

"I was drunk with Dylan and I was high with Meagan. It's not my fault."

"Well she hates you. She wrote all over your Facebook wall. She's taken over your Twitter mentions."

"Christ!" Ryan muttered.

"She even commented under you Instagram pictures." Pete was shaking with laughter now.

"Did you block her?"

"I blocked her from all your social media pages." He nodded, still laughing."

"Good." He shook his head and laughed a little. "It's the freaking weekend, you'd think she would be more chill."

Pete stopped laughing. "It's Wednesday, Ry."

"Really?" He mulled over the new information and frowned. "Who has Wednesday parties?"

"Probably Josh. But he has weak weed."

"Then we'll pick up our own after we go shopping."
**********

Ryan walked up to the front door of the fraternity house. Pete, Jon, Gerard and Andy were trailing behind him. Jon usually wouldn't go out in the middle of the week. He must have had a study free night.

The music could be heard from a few houses away. And the smoke could be smelled as soon as you reached the front of the yard. Ryan reached over and rung the doorbell once. It opened immediately.

"Hey!" Josh yelled to the crowded house. "Ryan and the gang are here!"

The people inside erupted in a chorus of cheers and greetings. Ryan and Pete shared a look before they broke out into matching smiles. Man, it felt good to be popular.

As soon as they walked into the house, girls were throwing themselves at them. But Ryan pushed them away. He was in the mood for a boy tonight. Gerard was the only one giving into the clingy sluts.

"Did you bring any party favors, Ryan?" A voice in the crowd yelled.

"Andy!" Ryan snapped his fingers.

"We have pills and smoke." Andy held the two bags up. The crowd erupted in cheers again.

"Where's Jeremy?" Ryan asked Josh.

"Upstairs I think. Why?"

Ryan didn't answer. He nodded to his guys. Signaling that he wanted to be alone. Before he rushed towards the steps.