B. Urie

"Ryan, why are you also so fucking cute?" I ask, looking over at him. He furrows his eyebrows and walks to me slowly. I'm currently sitting in the middle of a rug. He kneels down and looks me in the eyes before pressing his lips to mine. I end up losing my balance and falling on my back as he deepens the kiss. He pulls away and puts his arms around me, curling up, with his head against my chest. "Too goddamn cute," I mutter as he kisses my chest. 

"Have you ever thought about the future?" He asks out of nowhere. I lift my head and stare at him. "Recently, I've been thinking. What's going to happen? The future seems so far away. Even though it's not actually that far. After we graduate, we'll be living in the future." 

"Well, when you imagine this far-out place. What do you see?" I ask curiously. Genuinely wonderous about what goes on in his mind. 

"I see you. And me. Together. Probably somewhere quiet. I also see the squad, even though far apart distance-wise, we still keep in touch. We probably end up adopting Dallon. But I see everyone happy. Alex and Jack will be together in New York or LA. I see Kellin and Vic together, probably in Florida or something like that. Gerard and Frank will probably be in New Jersey. I see Sarah becoming a fashion designer. Jenna will probably host a talk show or something, I don't even know what that lady does in her free time. Maybe she'll work with Sarah. I see Gerard becoming an artist. Frank will probably be in the music industry. I see all of us, the entire squad- happy. And that's what I want at the end. I just want everyone to be happy with their life."  

"Wow. I thought you would just say half of us will be dead in an alleyway. A third will be in a mental hospital. And the rest will be in prison. But I like your future better," I get up and kiss his cheek. I grab my phone. "What do you want Dallon?" 

"Ya wanna hang with Sarah and I. Just you." 

"Woah, why?" 

"Original Trio meeting, Brenny boi." 

"You're a soggy cornflake," I pout. "Tell me, or I ain't coming." 

"Sarah needs social help. Come quick. We come with food," he says before hanging up. 

Ryan looks at me, waiting for me to say something. 

"Apparently, I'm going to meet Sarah and Dallon so something- Uh-"

"It's okay, have fun! I'll see you later," he presses his lips to mine softly and stand up. "Love you!"

"Love you too, button." 

~~~

I walk into Dallon's house, only to be hit in the face with a plastic fork and right after; a pizza box. Great. "WHASSUP FUCKERS?!" I scream and give them awkward finger-guns. 

"WHY DO YOU HAVE MY PHONE?" Dallon screams back. 

I run into the kitchen screaming, "BECAUSE FUCK YOU, THAT'S WHY!" 

Sarah almost drops her pizza when I rush in. I guess a bit too fast because I end up almost crashing into her. 

"Sorry," I mumble before grabbing a slice. "Anyway, why'd you summon me?" 

"Because Sarah needs to talk about her pregnancy." Dallon states. I blink. "KIDDING!" He laughs and punches my shoulder. "Sarah needs to practice socializing again." 

"Again? We've been through this Sar. You walk up to someone, quote a Vine, and hit it off. How else are you supposed to greet people? With a wave?" 

"B- Why are you like this?" Sarah sighs and shakes her head. 

"We've known each other for years, how about you answer that?" I narrow my eyes, biting my slice very slowly and dramatically. 

"DID YOU KNOW THAT AWSTEN AND ANDY USED TO DATE?" Dallon screams out of nowhere, which makes Sarah drop her pizza. 

"Dude, calm down, you've only mentioned about a thousand and one times. You've said that more times than years Christina Perri has been waiting!" 

"Dude, low blow. You know that song hits hard right here," he punches his chest. 

"Your heart's on the other side," Sarah purses her lips and shakes her head. She grabs another slice and bites it. 

"I think we should make a second pledge. Over the meet everyone at the tree in ten years. But like, the three of us. We founded this group. Nourished it. Loved it. Made love with it. We should celebrate that. How about... We have to meet every five years, no matter what. Just one day, in person. No matter what. Even if someone has cancer. We'll just move the meeting spot." 

"I like that," I nod my head. 

Sarah has an off look painted on her face, but she nods regardless. 

"Wait- is there something you two aren't telling me? You two have been acting weird- OH MY SATANIC RITUAL. ARE YOU TWO DATING?" 

"What- No! We just-"

"Brendon, I have to show you something," Sarah blurts out. She holds her hand out. 

"Holy shit."