Ryan wasn't used to being in a relationship. It wasn't that he didn't like being in one, he just wasn't sure how to. Yeah, he knew he was supposed to hold his his hand and kiss him. Tell him he didn't look fat in his jeans and all that bull. Because that was the easy part.

The hard part was staying away from other attractive people. None of them looked as attractive as his boyfriend of course. Brendon was Ryan Ross pretty after all. But they still looked... Good. It took all his self will not to wink at the pretty girls staring at him. Or do double takes when he saw hot guys ogling him. It's what he would usually do.

But now he had Brendon. He was ninety six percent sure that his boyfriend wouldn't appreciate those actions. So he kept his eyes on him. Smiling at Brendon. Listening to Brendon talk. Staring at Brendon's lips. Laughing at Brendon's stories. But no one was perfect and sometimes his eyes strayed and stayed. Like they were doing right now as some cute, blonde guy walked past them.

"Ryan, what are you looking at?"

His eyes darted back to Brendon's face.

"You."

"What were you looking at?"

"Don't bite his head off." Pete interrupted them. Afraid it might come to an argument. "I'd stare if I saw a dye job that bad too."

"It was pretty bad." Gee lied. He didn't even look at the guy. He just knew when his friends needed back up.

"I didn't even notice." Brendon shrugged. Ryan mouthed a thank you to the guys.

"Do you work tonight?" Patrick asked.

"No. I took the night off. Ryan wants to go out tonight."

They stopped at their usual round table. Ryan sat down first. Brendon sat down beside him. Patrick sat beside Brendon. Pete beside Patrick. Gee beside Pete. Joe beside Gee. Spencer beside Joe. Jon beside Spencer. Andy between Spencer and Ryan. Their little clique had doubled in size since Brendon and Ryan started dating.

"Did anyone do professor Roger's homework?" Brendon asked.

"No." Gee rolled his eyes. "I hate his fat ass. Always calling on me. Telling me to put my phone away. Yelling not to eat in his class. His voice is so annoying." Gee cleared his throat. Ready to imitate the older man. "Gerard put that makeup up! This is a college not cosmetology school."

Jon frowned. "He's right you know."

"Wow. You are always on his side." Gee glared at him. "I have a question for you, Jonny boy."

"What?"

"Does professor Roger's dick taste good in your mouth?"

"Do those Fs look good on your papers?"

"Hey!" Andy chimed in. "He made a C on Western Cultures test!"

"It was a D." Patrick giggled.

"That's probably because he got the D from the western cultures teacher." Ryan laughed.

"Does that actually work?" Joe asked and everyone at the table stared at him with wide eyes. "Not that I was actually going to try it!" He added quickly. "I get good grades."

"You get good dick." Pete corrected.

"Dude, you totally set yourself up for that one." Spencer shook his head.

The chorus of distant church bells interrupted their discussion. That meant it was already midday. Everyone began getting up from the table to head to their next class.
**********

"I don't want to go to anymore classes today." Ryan whined as Brendon washed his hands in the bathroom sink.

"Well we missed all of our classes yesterday." He called over his shoulder.

"Then if we did it once, it shouldn't matter if we do it twice."

"That logic is so flawed." He grabbed a paper towel to dry his hands. "We are going to class."

"I don't want to!" Ryan stomped his feet like a toddler. "It's not fun for me."

"It's not supposed to be fun. It's supposed to be educational."

"Well, I'd prefer doing something fun."

They walked out of the bathroom together. Brendon turned to the right to head back to their class. Ryan turned to the left. Heading towards the exit.

"Where are you going?"

"To my car and away from this hell."

"Ry, come on. We both have exams today."

"I'd rather examine the new boots that I'm going to get from the mall."

"Oh haha." Brendon walked over to Ryan. Tugging on his arm gently. "Please come. We can't keep skipping class."

"Come with me." Ryan ran his hand down his boyfriend's chest. "This is the last day."

"Do you promise?" Brendon asked and Ryan smiled. He was so coming.

"I swear!" He held up his right hand.

"Fine." Brendon groaned. Ryan clapped happily. "But you owe me some new shoes."

"Any shoes you want." He pulled his arm away to hold his hand as they walked to the parking space.

"And not just any shoes. I want the Gold Mirrored Giuseppe Zanotti's."

"They're yours, babe."

"And those jeans we saw last week."

"You got it."

"I also want a hat."

"You don't wear hats."

"I'm missing another exam for you. I deserve that hat. It'd block out my gigantic forehead."

"Your forehead is sexy."

"I also want-"

"Hey." Ryan stopped when they reached the car. "Shut up. You know I'm going to give you anything you ask for."

"I was just going to say I wanted a kiss."

Ryan smiled. "Then a kiss you shall get."
**********

Brendon was late for work again. He'd already called in sick twice this week to be with Ryan. And now he was going to be late. He was sitting in the passenger seat of one of Ryan's cars. While his boyfriend went what felt like double the speed limit. They finally stopped in front of the Bar and Grill.

Brendon rushed out of the car and into the dimly lit place. They were as crowded as always. He headed to the back to get his apron.

"Urie!" Of course. His fucking boss.

"Yes, sir?" He spun around to face him.

"You're late."

"I'm aware."

"Don't be a smartass, kid."

"I wasn't, sir. I was simply stating that I was aware that I was late."

"Well, were you also aware that you are fired?"

"What?!"

"You're fired, Urie. Your final paycheck is on my desk in the-"

"No. No. No." He pressed his palms together. "Please don't fire me, sir. I need this job."

"Well you don't seem like it. You're calling in sick every other day-"

"I had the flu!"

"Sixteen times?"

"Weak immune system?" Even he didn't believe that lie. Shit.

"You're late everyday."

"My car is shit."

"I just saw you get out of a Benz."

"It's not mine! My car broke down so my boyfriend had to drive me!"

"I'm sorry, kid. But I can't have that kind of fickle reliability. I have to let you go."

"One more chance!"

"You've had a dozen." He shrugged. "I'm sorry." Brendon watched his former boss walk into the back area.

"Shit. Shit. Shit!" He yelled in frustration. A few diners looked over at him. "Oh go back to your fattening meals!" He growled.

There was no need to stick around. He stormed out of the door. Slamming it closed hard enough to shatter the glass. His parents would kill him if they found out he'd lost his job so quickly. He slipped his phone out of his pocket to call Ryan to pick him up. But he paused when he noticed the car was still parked there.

Ryan was standing at the hood of the car talking to some sketchy looking man. Brendon approached them slowly. The man handed Ryan a few small, round bags. He tucked them into his front pocket with lightening speed. Then he dug into his back pocket for his wallet. Brendon watched him place three hundred dollars into the man's hand. Holy shit. What in those little bags were worth that much?

He didn't really want to know. He'd learned his lesson when it came to questioning his boyfriend's drug use. It was better to just ignore it. So Brendon waited until the man rushed off to walk up to Ryan. He tapped him on his shoulder and he jumped.

"Brendon, you scared me." He smiled innocently. "How long have you been there?"

"A second." He lied.

"What are you doing out here? Why aren't you working?"

"I was fired." His eyes began to water.

Ryan shrugged. "Oh."

"Oh? Oh?! I needed that job! It was my only source of income!"

"Yeah right."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I spend more on you every week than you could hope to make at that job. You don't need to work there. I'll be your job."

"Ryan-"

"I'm serious. How much were your paychecks?"

"It varied. Two hundred. Three hundred. Sometimes-"

"Here." He pulled five, crisp hundred dollar bills from his wallet. "Welcome to Company Ryan."

"This is stupid."

"Either this. Or explain to your mommy and daddy why you can't buy your own books anymore."

He was right. Brendon sighed and snatched the money from Ryan's hands.

"What's my job description?"

"Just keep dating me and being ridiculously sexy."

"Can do." He stuffed the bills in his pocket.

"Also you have to be naked when ever we're alone at my place."

"No."

"Fine."