Ryan Ross did what ever the hell he felt like doing. And he did it when ever the hell he felt like doing it. Everyone with a brain in their head knew better than to challenge that. Which is why no one ever said anything to Ryan about the array of drugs he liked to do from time to time.

The most common was the weed. He did it almost everyday. Almost. Sometimes he just didn't feel like doing it. But the high from weed was a weak high. And it made him hungry. Ryan didn't like to eat much. Ryan needed to stay the perfect size he always was. No one would worship a fatass. So weed wasn't his favorite. But it was the cheapest. So he used it the most. It's not like money was an issue, that was just a smart choice. It would hurt his body the least.

His next drug of choice was his pills. He did those only a few times a week. Sometimes only once a week. The pills ranged from E to Perks. They were a bit on the pricy side. But Ryan loved the high. It made him feel like he was floating. It made him feel happy. It made him want sex more. And Ryan was already a pretty sexual guy. The pills were his feel good choice.

His last option was the strongest. And it was obviously the most expensive. The one he only used when he was just having his bad days. And yes, despite the utopia that was his life, Ryan Ross had bad days. He just made sure no one else was around to see them. The last drug made him numb. It made it almost impossible to think. It made all the negative thoughts fade away in the background when his high reached it's peek. His cocaine.

Ryan sat staring at the kitchen table. His eyes flickered between each of the drugs. Trying to decide which he was in the mood for. He wasn't sad enough for the cocaine. It was Friday after all. That meant fun day. He placed the coke back in it's cookie jar.

He wasn't bored enough to sit around and smoke the joint. And the bong annoyed the hell out of him. He tossed the weed in it's cookie jar. Smiling down at the pills.

He only had three pill types as of right now. The E made him feel too sexual. He placed them in the jar. The Codeine was too strong for his mood. He placed them in the jar with the E. That left his Perks. He grabbed one and put the rest up. Sliding the Cookie jars back in place.

As if on cue, his front door opened. He knew it was probably Pete and the guys. He glaced down at his watch. It was only 12:13. They must had skipped school today too.

He walked into the living room just as they closed the door behind them. He tossed the pill in his mouth and swallowed. All of them saw but none of them said anything. It was usual. And all of them had used it before.

Pete, Jon, Andy and Gerard took their usual seats on the couches. Ryan sat down in the thrown he'd gotten online for three hundred bucks last month. It made him feel like a king. He was a king. The king of this college at least.

"What do you know?" He asked his friends.

"His name is Brendon Boyd Urie. He's nineteen years old. He just transfered from some pathetic college in the middle of no where. He's a straight A student. All honors classes. He's here on a full scholarship."

"A scholarship?" Ryan repeated. "Does that mean he's poor or something?"

"Not exactly." Andy put in. "His family is middle class. Barely. But still middle class."

Ryan tilted his head to the side in confusion. Jon sighed.

"Yes, Ryan. Compared to you, he's poor."

"And he hangs around with exactly who you would expect. A group of nobodies. The nerds. He's in the lower dorms. His roommate is Patrick Stump. The smart ass from Music Education." Pete chimed in.

"And his clothes are hideous. He will literally wear anything." Gerard pretended to gag. "His car is trash and his split ends are even worse. Yet despite it all, he is as cute as everyone says."

"Thanks guys." Ryan nodded.

"And his ass is amazing!"

"Thank you, Gerard-"

"He has the sexiest, plump lips-"

"Enough, Gerard!" Ryan snapped.

"Sorry, Grumpy Mc. Grumpyass."

"Okay, so his roommate is Patrick Stump, right?" He turned to Pete. "The one that has a crush on you?"

"What?" Pete tried to hide the blush he felt coming. "No he's doesn't."

Ryan rolled his eyes. "He stares at you every time you pass him. He let's you copy his work. He's always the first to like or favorite anything you post online-"

"Okay. Okay." Pete sighed. "He might have a little crush."

"Good. That means you can invite him to Gee's Party today. And make sure he brings his roommate."

"But I don't want nerds as my party!"

"Gee, Please."

"No. They're going to ruin the reputation my parties-"

"I'll buy you a cat."

Gerard's eyes lit up. "A fluffy one?"

"Yes, a fluffy one, Gee."

"Yay!" He clapped his hands together.

"Pete?"

"I'll get right on it."
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Patrick and Brendon sat on the floor of their room playing goldfish. It was four in the afternoon on a Friday. And this was their idea of how to start the weekend off with a bang. It wasn't like they had anything better to do.

"What a fun way to spend my first weekend at a famous college." Brendon muttered.

Patrick laughed. "We could drive to the next town and hit up some of the clubs."

"Do you have any idea how awkward I'd be at a club?" Brendon laughed. "I can't dance. And we won't be able to drink."

"Same. It was an empty offer. I don't know of any clubs anyway."

A knock sounded at the door. They both looked at each other and then back at the door.

"You expecting the guys?" Brendon asked.

"No." Patrick shook his head and stood up. "It's probably just someone handing out fliers for a party or something.'

He opened the door. Nearly yelping when he saw Pete Wentz leaning against the door frame. Wearing nothing but a smile, a pair of sweats and some sneakers. Patrick's eyes traveled from his hair to his chest and then down the line of his very defined stomach. Stopping to stare at the tattoo there.

Pete cleared his throat. "My eyes are up here." He joked.

Patrick's reluctantly brought his gaze back to Pete's. His fingers fidgeting nervously against the doorknob. He swallowed the lump in his throat and attempted to speak.

"H-Hi." It was lame. But it was the best he had.

"Hey." Pete's smile widened. "Can I come in?"

"O-Of course."

Patrick stepped aside to make room. Pete walked in confidently. His eyes traveling the room. Taking everything in. The perfectly made beds, the empty walls, the open books on the computer desk. Who the hell kept a dorm so clean? Finally his eyes landed on the boy sitting on the floor. That had to be Brendon. And he was Ryan Ross pretty. He stood up.

"Hey, there." Pete smirked. "Sorry if I smell. I just came from the gym."

"Y-You don't smell." Patrick said quickly. Closing the door. "This is Pete. Pete Wentz."

"Hayley's Pete?" Brendon smiled.

"Yeah." Patrick muttered. The excitement leaving his eyes.

"Who?" Pete frowned.

"Hayley Williams? Small girl with orange hair?" Brendon explained.

"Not ringing a bell." Pete shrugged. Patrick smiled a little.

"So what made you stop by?" He asked.

"Oh, you know. I was in the neighborhood." Patrick laughed at the corny joke. "I wanted to see you."

He stopped laughing. "M-Me?"

"Yeah. I wanted to invite you to this Party my friend Gee is having today."

"Me?" He said again.

Pete laughed. "You!" He confirmed. Poking Patrick's chest gently.

"W-Why?"

"I've just been seeing you around. And you piqued my curiosity."

"Me?"

Pete laughed again. Patrick smiled self consciously. Pete's eyes snapped to his lips. Nice lips.

"Are you gonna go or what?"

"I can come." He said quickly. Blushing at his choice of words. "I mean I'll go to the party."

"Can't you do both?" He teased. Patrick's face was the color of an apple by now. "And bring a friend." Pete added.

"You could bring Hayley." Brendon suggested. "She'd love to see him."

Pete made sure to show his disapproval with that plan. "No chicks. We have enough of them. Don't you want to go?"

"Me?" Brendon shrugged. "I'm not much of a partier."

"It'll be fun. Gee's parties are chill as fuck."

"Okay."

"Okay." Pete smiled. "I can't wait to see you guys there. It starts at five."

"Why so early?"

"We like to party when the Sun's still up. And then don't stop until it comes up again."

"That's a long time to party."

"It flies by when your with a hot guy though."

If Patrick blushed anymore, he was going to turn into a tomato

"Or girl." Brendon suggested.

Pete lifted his eyebrows in surprise.
"Or girl." He repeated. He walked back to the door and opened it. "I'll DM you the details, 'Trick."