(Panic! At The Disco Fan fiction featuring memebers from Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance) When Ryan meets Brendon, everything changes. But as things begin to spiral downwards at home, can he cope with all the change. Or will it all get too much?
I sat up in my bed and rubbed my eyes. Joy of all joys today was my first day at yet another high school. I still don't see why I was expelled from my last one! I only set my science teacher a light ‘cause he was effectively saying my work was shit! But, that's adults for you! "Ryan! Get your lazy ass down here!" my dad suddenly shouted making me jump. "You're going to be late!" my mom called. "Fuck this," I mumbled to my self and got out of bed. I quickly pulled on a pair of old jeans, a faded green t-shirt, my converses (that were practically falling apart) and my two wristbands and dashed down the stairs. "Hello mother, father how are you this shitty morning?" I asked sitting down at the kitchen table.
"Language Ryan," my mom warned and I rolled my eyes. "You better hurry up, bus will be here in five minutes," she said pointing to the clock.
"Like I care if I miss it!" I said and yawned, "Fucking hell I'm tired!"
"Language!" my mother said again. My god, what's wrong with swearing!? It's not as if I have any little brothers or sisters! "And maybe you wouldn't be so tried if you hadn't stayed up all night..." blah, blah, blah. Christ that woman goes on! Finally, the school bus pulled up outside and beeped it's horn. As much as I was dreading going, I wanted to get away from the tedious lecture I was getting so I grabbed my bag and ran out the door. I leapt onto the bus, just as the doors were closing.
"Hey, new kid," the bus driver said. He had a weird accent and was wearing a battered blue cap. "I like to keep my pick ups under ten seconds." I nodded silently. For the first time that morning, I was nervous. This was my fourth high school and, like all the other times, I was not looking forward to having to make new friends. Especially since the one friend I had made last time abandoned me for his stupid girlfriend. I walked anxiously down the aisle, looking for an empty seat. Any there were, were quickly covered with bags as I walked past. I eventually found a pair of empty seats, one row from the back. I sat down and started out at the scenery rushing past.
"Hello," said a voice. I jumped suddenly and I could hear the voice laugh. "Aww sorry didn't mean to scare you!" said the voice and the owner of it came and sat next to me. He was about my height and age and had jet-black hair (obviously dyed,) I could see that he had drawn tattoos up and down his arm in biro and I had to hold in my laughter.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Wentz. Pete Wentz." he said putting on a stupid "James Bond" voice
"Dude, that's not cool!" some one said and another boy leaned over the back of my seat. "Ignore him he's a nutcase!" he said and Pete went back to his seat. "I'm Gerard, that was Pete, that's Patrick," he said and a short boy wearing a trilby hat smiled. "That's Mikey, my little brother. This is my girlfriend Lyn-z,"
"Hey," said a girl with black hair tied up into pigtails.
"That's Ashlee; the poor girl is Pete's girlfriend! And that is Brendon!" Gerard said and pointed to the front of the bus. I looked and saw a boy a little younger then me step on, he had very dark brown hair and wore red-rimmed glasses. He was shortly followed by a boy with long brown hair and bright blue eyes.
"Hey guys!" Brendon called and made his way to the back. The boy who had got on after him shuffled along behind him.
"Hey Bren, why is that douche bag Spencer following you? Aww look he‘s blushing! Looks like some one has a crush on Brendon!" Pete shouted and Brendon laughed. I saw that the boy named Spencer had tears in his eyes and I frowned at Pete.
"Who wouldn't have a crush on me? I'm one hot piece of ass!" he said and smacked his own ass. He had a point...
"Shut up you little queer and come and meet the new kid!" Gerard said. "What did you say your name was?" he asked as Brendon sat down where Pete had been.
"I didn't," I mumbled, "But it's Ryan,"
"Ryan what?" Brendon said laughing.
"Ross. Ryan Ross."
"Now you're doing it!" Gerard moaned, "Stop fucking quoting James Bond!"
"Sorry..." I said, looking down at my lap. I hated all the sudden attention I was getting.
"Aww! Leave the poor kid alone," Brendon said putting his arm around me. I moved uncomfortably in my seat a bit. I didn't like people invading my personal space anymore than I liked getting a lot of attention at once, but something about Brendon was comforting. He sat with his arm around me for the rest of the journey. We pulled up outside the school and we all got off the bus. I was immediately intimidated by the large crowds at this school; it was a lot bigger then the other three. "You alright?" Brendon asked, as if he could tell I was scared.
"Yeah... just a bit nervous that's all." I said and he smiled at me.
"Don't worry, you'll be alright," out of no where and incredibly loud bell rang and I jumped... again.
"My god you're jumpy!" Patrick said laughing. "Come on Bren, see ya later guys." he said waving and he and Brendon began to walk away.
"I gotta go too," Mikey said and waved goodbye.
"What class you in Ryan?" Gerard asked.
"Mr Thomas's class," I said, taking the letter I had received the day before out of my pocket.
"Oh good you're in my class, come on," he said and let go of Lyn-z's hand "See ya babe," he said giving her a kiss on the cheek. He gave the others a small wave and began to lead me to our classroom. "So, you like my little messed up group of friends?"
"Yeah, they're nice..."
"So, who do you fancy, Lyn-z or Ashlee?" he said laughing, "Little known fact that nearly every guy in the school fancies at least one of them! Whether they admit it or not."
"Aww not your type?"
"No, not my type at all!" I said laughing a little. "Brendon's nice though..." I said, hoping he'd get the hint.
"Oh! So Brendon is your type!" he said nodding, "I see, he seems to quite like you," he said winking.
"Really!?" I said excitedly and then blushed. "Um... he does?" I said, a little more calmly this time.
"Yeah, don't get too attached though," he said and pointed and nodded at something. I looked over to where he was pointing and saw that Brendon had Patrick pressed up against a wall and was kissing him fiercely. My heart suddenly sank.
"Oh..." I said looking down at my feet. "He's with Patrick..."
"Yeah, not for long though," he said and we turned a corner into a practically empty corridor.
"Oh he doesn't stay with anyone for long, too much of a player. He's had pretty much everyone in our group, bar me, I don't swing that way," he said winking. He stopped at a locker and began to pull out a few books.
"Even Ashlee and Lyn-z?" I asked. I don't know why I cared so much, I just wanted to know.
"Yep!" Gerard said laughing. He started walking again, rather quickly and I had to run to catch up with him. "Brendon is pretty relaxed when it comes to sex,"
"How old is he!?" I asked astonished. I was only 16 and had never done it. I'd come close, very close, with a boyfriend from my first school but I'd never done it properly.
"Sixteen, just. It was his birthday last week." Gerard said casually. He turned another corner again and I had a feeling we weren't going to our class.
"Wow... so he sleeps around?"
"No! No, he just gets with some one, does it with them a lot then kisses some one else and dumps his current fuck buddy and so on and so on,"
"Where are we going?" I asked when he turned a corner and went out a fire door. He didn't answer but turned another corner. "We aren't going to class are we?"
"Hell no!" he laughed and turned yet another corner! I went around the corner to see, Mikey, Pete, Ashlee, and Lyn-z leaning against a wall, and Brendon and Patrick sitting on a shorter one opposite making out. "Jesus Christ do you two ever stop kissing!?" neither Brendon nor Patrick answered and Gerard shook his head. He went over to Lyn-z, grabbed her waist and kissed her on the lips, leaving me standing awkwardly on my own.
"You want a fag Ryan?" Mikey asked, holding a cigarette out to me. For a second, I contemplated taking it. I didn't smoke but I was so desperate to impress them. To impress Brendon.
"He is a fag!" Gerard said laughing. Brendon suddenly stopped kissing Patrick and looked at me.
"You're gay!?" he asked his eyes widening and a smile playing on his lips. I couldn't help but smirk, but Patrick looked rather upset.
"Yeah, I'm gay," I said. That was the first ever time I'd said that I was gay out loud. It felt good. Everyone laughed and I laughed too.
"So, you ever been with a guy?" Brendon asked, jumping of the wall.
"Uh... you mean had a boyfriend?"
"No I mean fucked them," he said shaking his head. I didn't like the fact that this guy was younger then me and acting as if I was some naïve little kid. He may have more experience then me but at least I was no man slut!
"No, I haven't, not that it's any of your business!" I said bitterly.
The lunch bell rang and me and Brendon rushed out of the classroom laughing. "Bloody hell!" I said breathlessly. "Did you see his moustache twitch when I argued that homosexuality was actually better then being straight!"
"I know right! You should have seen his face when I kissed your cheek and squeezed your ass!?" he said leaning on the wall for support as he creased wit laughter.
"I would have if I wasn't laughing so much!" he suddenly stopped laughing and looked at me.
"You have a nice ass," he said, tilting his head to one side.
"You're very forward!" I said, still laughing.
"I can't believe you've never fucked anyone!" he said suddenly beginning to walk. I walked quickly to catch up with him.
"Why?" I asked as we entered a deserted corridor. Suddenly, he pressed me up against the wall and began to kiss me. Normally, I would have pulled away but I was so confused I didn't. he ran his hands up and down my torso then rested them on my hips. He pulled away and looked me in the eyes. His wide brown eyes sparkled and he smirked.
"'Cause you're gorgeous," he breathed, and then begun walking again. We walked in silence, I was to stunned by what had just happened that I couldn't speak and I think Brendon was enjoying the fact I was speechless. He lead me through the door of a classroom and suddenly spoke. "Hello my messed up companions!" he said and I saw the others all sitting on tables.
"Brendon!" Patrick said standing up.
"Hello lovely!" Brendon said, taking Patrick in his arms and kissing him. "Hey guys, guess what happened in religious studies today!" Brendon said, he took Patrick's hand and went to go and sit with the other. He eagerly told the others of how we'd pissed of the homophobic religious teacher. I may have been laughing, but each time I saw Brendon squeeze Patrick's hand, I felt a stab of jealously. After all, he'd just kissed me! He kissed me...