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“Ry!” Pete said gleefully, hugging my boyf- Ryan.

Hugging Ryan.

Not my boyfriend.

Ryan wasn’t my boyfriend.

I’d like him to be, but he wasn’t.

Not yet anyway.

“Glad you could make it! I haven’t seen you for years!”

“It’s been about two weeks, Ry” Pete laughed.

“Still, oh Patrick’s coming by the way”

“Really? Sweet!” Pete grinned, clapping his hands together excitedly.

“Pete, this is Br-“

“Brendon!?” Pete asked, looking startled.

“Hey, Pete” I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly.

“Shit, I didn’t know you two knew each other” He looked confused, but not pissed, like I’d expected him to be.

Why?

I don’t know, I mean he was friends with that… fuck. I’d have to learn his name someday.

“I didn’t know you two knew each other, how?” Ryan asked,

“Me and Bren go to the same school” Pete smiled at me.

“Bren?” I raised my eyebrows, I didn’t think he even knew my name, let alone have a nickname for me.

“Sorry, um, Brendon” He looked down.

Ryan broke the silence, which was slowly turning awkward.

“Well, we met earlier today, he came up with that ‘fromance’ thing I text you about”

“Really? Man, how come we don’t hang out more?” I yet again raised my eyebrows at him; he was a totally different person when he wasn’t around…that guy.

“Listen, Brendon I’m sorry about what Danny does too you, he’s a total jerk”

DANNY! I made a mental note of the assholes name. Not that I was particularly interested in his name, it was just bugging me.

Pete continued, “I only still hang around with him cause if I told him what I really thought of him I’d probably end up with no friends, I mean, I’d be like-“ He stopped himself.

“Like me?” I finished his sentence for him. The once cheerful hallway was now filled with an awkward silence, I was too scared to even look at Ryan, I could see his expression in my head, a look of realisation. Realisation that he’d just invited a sad, friendless looser who is on the receiving end of some popular kid’s fist every other day, over to his house.

I was ready to run away from this, from the humiliation and go bury myself in self-pity. But before I could push past Pete and make a hasty exit I felt long slender fingers on my shoulder.
“Dude, I’ve been there” I looked to see Ryan, a sympathetic smile on his perfectly structured face.

Pete smiled, a look of relief washed over his features.

“It’s true” Spencer nodded in agreement, “When I met Ry, he had like, no friends”

“Thanks, Spence” Ryan shot him a sarcastic glance.

“How did you guys meet then?” I asked Ryan.

“He knocked me out.” Spencer said, bluntly. I stared at him in shock.

“Spencer! You make me sound so violent sometimes!” Ryan said, defensively.

“Ryan, who throws golf balls into their neighbours back yard?” Spencer laughed and Ryan reddened slightly.

“The one and only Ryan Ross!” Jon laughed gleefully, ensuring Ryan was as embarrassed as possible.

“I…was in a bad mood” Ryan was still blushing.

“So you gave me a black eye?”

“Shut up” Ryan diminished the conversation.

I looked over at Pete who was smirking behind his black fringe.

“Anyway, I took him to the emergency room because I am capable of being a nice person, so now we’re best friends” He grinned at Spencer, who was smiling back at him, the look they gave each other was one I’d wanted to exchange with someone all my life. You could tell they were close, they looked at each other like they were brothers, and they seemed to really care for each other.

I wanted that.

I wanted it more than anything.

“Oh, and I met Pete at a My Chem show last summer” Ryan added.

Pete’s smile dropped instantly from his face, his brilliant white grin replaced by wide eyes. I couldn't quite place the emotion in them, it seemed like a mix between shock and worry; he switched his gaze to look at me.

“Ryan, please, please don’t tell Danny” His brown eyes were wide and pleading, Ryan, Jon and Spencer all shared confused glances.

“I-I won’t” I was shocked. Shocked more that he actually liked My Chemical Romance than anything else.

His eyes softened, returning to their usual almond shape, he smiled once more. “Good, because he would literally eat my soul if he found out”

“You’re gonna have to tell him sometime” He looked down.

“I know, bu-PATRICK!” He stopped mid-sentence, running towards a short, slightly chubby boy who was walking to Ryan’s front door. He had short ginger hair, glasses and a nervous, awkward expression, in other words, he was completely opposite to the tall, blonde, confident kids he usually hung around with. Nevertheless, Pete ran up to him and threw his arms around the ginger boys neck, he stumbled backwards, Pete may be short but he was stocky and he was currently thrusting all of his body weight upon the poor awkward teen, who couldn’t have been taller than 5ft 5 himself.

I heart Ryan’s delicate laugh echo behind me, “So what’s the deal with those two?” I asked, curious as to whether Pete had been hiding more than I thought.

“They’re best friends” Ryan giggled, as Pete was talking to Patrick about something exciting, he had an animated look on his face, I’d never seen him like that, he was always so empty…so monotone and expressionless. But now, now he looked happy, happier than I’d ever seen him. He had that perfect white grin plastered across his face, and his eyes were gleaming with contentment, his expression was almost childlike. His hands flailing about energetically, no doubt assisting whatever piece of information or anecdote he was telling Patrick. Who, in turn was laughing at Pete’s excitement, his cheeks had been tinged slightly pink since Pete threw himself upon him.

“So they aren’t dating?” I asked, making sure.

“Nope” Ryan said.

“But we think Patrick likes him” Spencer added, lowering his voice. “Don’t tell Pete though, we want him to tell him on his own, if he does like him that is.”

“Think?” Jon raised his eyebrows in question. “Of course he likes him! Look how red he is!” He shouted, apparently forgetting that they were supposed to be being quiet.

“Who’s red?” Pete turned around as Patrick’s eyes widened, he looked embarrassed and eyed the ground, pushing his glasses further up his nose.

“Brendon!” Jon shouted, giving me a look that said ‘what else was I supposed to say?’

“Why’s Brendon red?” Pete asked a clueless expression on his face.

“Oh…” Jon stopped for a moment, thinking.

“We were talking about how cute him and Ryan would be as a couple” Spencer chimed in, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

I felt myself blushing for real as I dug my hands deep inside the pockets of my tight jeans, trying to look casual and not think about the devastatingly gorgeous boy standing right next to me.

“Hey, he actually has gone red!” Jon giggled, unhelpfully as Pete continued talking to Patrick.

“No I haven’t!” I protested, although I could feel myself turning more crimson with every word.

“Brendon, you look like a tomato wearing skinny jeans.” Jon pointed out, smiling as Spencer creased with laughter, hopefully at the thought of a bright red fruit wearing tight jeans rather than the sight of me.

“I do not!” I moaned, catching sight of myself in Ryan’s hall mirror, okay, I’ll admit it; I looked like a bottle of ketchup with messy brown hair. I hesitantly looked back at Ryan, his perfect skin was still porcelain but his cheeks were tinged with a hint of soft pink.

Things got a little awkward after that, we simply waited in silence for Pete to return.

Thankfully he didn’t take long.

“Brendon, this is Patrick” Pete said, proudly.

“Hi” Patrick raised his hand and gave me an awkward wave.

“Hey” I smiled, politely. Silently wondering how Pete had all these ‘secret friends'.

It was almost like he had an alter-ego, I couldn’t help but think about what Danny would do if he knew, or did he know?

No, he couldn’t, or if he did then he was a massive hypocrite.

“These guys are in a band too” Ryan told me.

“It’s not really a band” Pete mumbled, I could see in his eyes that he was silently begging me not to tell anyone at school. I gave him a quick, reassuring smile, letting him know that his secret was safe with me. I wasn’t sure why I’d never met this Pete before. But he was vastly better than the asshole who stood, watching me get beat up by a gang of jocks with nothing better to do, almost every. Single. Day.

“It’s just the two of us” Patrick said quietly.

Pete grinned, “I play bass, and Patrick’s the singer and guitarist”

“I don’t…really…sing” Patrick mumbled, “I’m not very good”

I looked at the four bewildered expressions beside me.

“Not very good!?” Pete looked at Patrick in shock, “You’re amazing!”

Patrick’s cheeks flushed, darker than they were before.

“T-thanks Pete” Patrick stuttered, he was smiling, but his eyes gave him away, he obviously didn’t believe him.

“Right, let’s do this!” Ryan grinned, sensing that things were getting awkward again.

“What time’s everyone else getting here?” Spencer asked, casually.

“Not sure, I told them to be here around six-ish” Ryan answered him, walking through the hall and down some stairs. I couldn’t help but notice that his house was huge!

We all walked into what appeared to be Ryan’s basement. I stared in awe, there was electric and acoustic guitars dotted around the room, a couple of bass guitars were propped up against the wall. A drum kit was set up near the back, with a couple of microphone stands in front of it, sort of like a stage.

I felt my body ache with anticipation, I wanted more than anything to be in a band, to hold a microphone, feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins, performing in front of a crowd of sweaty teenagers screaming my name. But the best part of it, was knowing I was doing it all with my best friends, who technically didn’t exist yet…

I hoped I would see Ryan again, he seemed like he liked me, if not as a boyfriend he must at least like me as a friend, I mean, he had invited me here.

“Brendon?” Ryan asked, waving his hand in front of my face, “You still here?” He laughed.

I blinked, realising I’d zoned out for about 5 minutes.

“Yeah” I laughed with him.

“Good, what do you think then?”

“It’s amazing in here!” I said, truthfully, thinking back to my own tiny bedroom and my old, overused acoustic guitar.

“Thanks” He giggled, “Feel free to use anything you want, and don’t worry about noise levels, my parents aren’t here, they aren’t here very often to be honest, but this is how they make up for it” He smiled, gesturing to the beautiful music room we were currently stood in.

He didn’t seem fazed by the fact that his parents were hardly home. I knew I would be, but then again, I had no friends so I’d sort of contemplated by becoming closer to my parents. Sad, I know.

“Pete, these are phenomenal!” We turned round, seeing Patrick and Pete looking at a sheet of paper. Pete had turned bright red.

“I-I wouldn’t say that” He stammered, smiling, “They go with the melody you came up with the other day.”

Patrick’s mysterious green eyes lit up, he grabbed the nearest acoustic guitar and began tuning it by ear. Ryan walked over to them, sitting down nearby, I hesitantly followed.

Patrick settled his fingers gliding effort across the fret board, playing a melodic intro. He peered at the lyrics, took a deep breath and began to sing…

I am an arms leader…fitting you with weapons in the form of words…

I gasped, Pete was right, his voice was absolutely beautiful, it was soulful with a beautiful tone; the words passed his lips effortlessly, him gaining more energy as he reached the chorus…

This aint’ a scene…it’s a god damn arms race…!

Pete tapped his foot on the floor, his eyes never left Patrick, watching him eagerly, he looked so proud; I could only hope that someday, someone would look at me like that.

“Amazing, isn’t he?” I felt my pulse quicken as Ryan’s velvety-if-ever-so-slightly-monotone voice whispered in my left ear, his warm breath hit my cheek.

“Yeah, he really is” I answered, turning to face him. I hadn’t realised how close he was…let’s just put it this way, if I were to extend my tongue, I would be licking his face.

I took a moment, taking in his eyes, the soft, honey brown with flecks of gold, and the rest of his perfect, delicate, porcelain features. I glanced down at his lips then back to his eyes, hurriedly turning round when I realised if I stayed that close to him any longer I wouldn’t have been able to resist licking his face, or kissing him, or making contact with my mouth and his face…somehow.

As Patrick and Pete’s song drew to a close, I suddenly realised that Ryan wasn’t pulling away when I was within licking-distance of him. I giggled to myself, clapping wildly along with Pete and Ryan as the song finished.

“Patrick, that was seriously amazing!” I told him, completely truthfully, everything about that song was pretty much perfect, the lyrics, the voice, the melody…I wouldn’t be surprised if they got a record deal in the next year or so.

He mumbled an embarrassed thank you as he carefully set down the acoustic guitar and grinned at Pete, “What did you think?” He asked, quietly.

“I can’t even explain it, it was so beautiful and powerful and…” Pete made a hand gesture that said ‘I’m speechless’

Patrick smiled coyly. I suddenly scanned the room in realisation.

“Hey, where are Spencer and Jon?” I asked, hoping that was what they were called, I wasn’t the best for remembering names.

Ryan shuddered, “You know what, I don’t even want to know.”

“You don’t think they…” Pete started.

“Yep” Ryan laughed. We all exchanged worried looks, not wanting to know either. Then again, it didn't take a genius to work out the blindingly obvious.

“Wait a sec…” Ryan reached into his pocket and dug out his phone. He dialled a number and, putting it on speaker, held it in the centre of the four of us.

“Spencer?” Ryan asked in an accusing tone, motioning for us all to be quiet, “Where did you and Jon get off to?”

“Nowhere R-Ry, we just w-wanted some priva-fuck!” Spencer was breathing heavily on the other end of the phone.

“Spencer!?” Ryan gave look of disgust.

“S-sorry R-Ryan I c-can’t r-really talk right n-now…FUCK, JON!”
“EW EW EW EW!” Ryan ended the call and threw his phone, letting it slide across the floor so it
ended up somewhere near the drum kit.

I really…really didn’t want to hear that.

“Fuck” I turned to see Ryan with a look of pure horror on his face. “They better not be in my room!”

He bolted out of the basement and up the stairs; we sat in silence, giggling helplessly now and again at the pure hilarity of the situation.

“AGHHH! NO, I DID NOT NEED TO SEE THAT” Ryan’s horrified screams could be heard from down here, again, there was no detective needed to figure out what Ryan had just witnessed.

It wasn’t long before a disturbed looking Ryan appeared in the doorway of the basement.

“I will never sleep again.”

I, along with Pete and Patrick just stared in disbelief.

“Come on” Ryan walked back up the stairs.

“What?” Pete asked, “Where are we going?”

“Town” Ryan said bluntly.

"Why?"

“I need new bed sheets”


Sorry if it's a bit fluffy xD I don't really know where I'm going with this yet, but I will come up with something better soon, I promise! R&R?