B. Urie

Sitting in English is as boring as waiting in a waiting room at the doctor's clinic. You kinda just sit there, twiddling your thumbs. BUT AT LEAST YOU GET MAGAZINES WITH DIET PLANS THAT YOU'LL NEVER USE! In this class, you just sit there, you either pay attention, or you replay that one lady screaming "PATRICIA!" over and over again.  But hey, at least I get to stare at Ryan every once in a while. We're dating, but that doesn't mean I still stare at him like he's my long-term crush and that every time I look over my heart flips over and I make the heart monitor flatline. 

He twirls his #2 Pencil™ with his fingers, while thinking, comprehending whatever the fuck that teacher wrote on the board. He raises his hand. 

"Yes, Ryan?" Mrs. Whats-her-name asks. 

"Actually, that sentence is a fragment, you forgot the noun for that sentence," he says. Oh my god, he's my smart little angel. I blush. 

The teacher goes red and looks at the sentence. "Right, I was just testing you all to see who was paying attention-" she clears her throat. Suuuuuure.  

Then something hits me. Literally. I pick up the wad of paper and read the perfect-ass handwriting.

Hey, it's Sarah. I was wondering if we should all get together and go out for our traditional new school year ice-cream. 

I smile and look back at her, who doesn't make eye contact with me. Making eye-contact would spread rumors. On the same piece of paper, I write back. 

Duh, I thought that was just known info. But idk for sure, we'll discuss at lunch. Also, that necklace looks great on you.

I throw the note back at her. She reads it and smiles, she looks at me for a split second before looking away. During the summer, Sarah, Ryan, Jenna and I all went to the amusement park. And I got her a necklace. See, ever since she came out, her parents have been bitches. She came out as lesbian two summers ago, and her parents let her live at the house, but completely ignore her and do absolutely nothing for her. When she saw the necklace, it reminded her of her late grandmother, her grandmother was lesbian and accepted Sarah regardless. So I got it for her. 

Sad story, amirite? 

Anyway, the bell rings and we all leave the class. I walk out and gasp. "Oh thank the lord, fresh, non-English class air! Praise the lord!" I say, earning a few snickers and looks. Ryan just shakes his head and waits for me to stop. Sarah doesn't even wait. She finds Jenna and rushes after her. They should date. I know that Jenna is straight- but she's never really said. Then an idea pops in my head. WHAT IF SHE'S TRANSGENDER AND NEVER TOLD US! WHAT IF SHE'S ACE? WHAT IF-

"B? You good?" 

"PEPE ISN'T A DEAD MEME!" I whisper-shout into his ear before dashing off, crashing into Dallon. 

"Dude, what the fuck?" He grumbles, picking up his textbook. He looks over at me. "Oh, you're having another Pepe Meme™ nostalgia moment?" He asks. I nod. 

"It's not dead." I look up at him. "Right? Because then it's only PATRICIA™!!!" I gasp before dashing to science. I sit next to Kellin, who looks overly confused. The bell rings again and I finally calm down. 

"Are you okay? Do you need like a... ChillPill™?" 

"Did you just quote a- Oh my god. We've finally turned Kellin Quinn into a memester. Finally, dude, it's only been three years!" I pat him on the back. He just shakes his head and rolls his eyes. 

"Internally, I've always been one with the meme," he whispers before opening his textbook.