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(Ryan’s POV)



The sunlight filtered through my living room, waking both Jon and myself from a peaceful slumber. “Fuck, what time is it?” Jon stretched, glancing about in confusion.

I glanced at my cell phone, also hoping to see a missed call from Juliet. No one had called however. “It’s 11:30 am.” I responded, yawning instinctively.

Jon yawned as well, “Wow, you know what Ross?”

“What Walker?” I awkwardly used his last name in return.

“You’re a party without the alcohol.” Jon stated.

“Uh, thank you.” At least I thought it was supposed to be a compliment. I really couldn’t be too sure. Jon still looked as if he’d been drinking. Maybe he just didn’t take waking up all too well…

“Do me a favor?” I requested, as he got off of the couch.

“I won’t tell anyone about your amazing talent.” Jon promised, without even hearing my request.

“Well, that’s nice but it’s something even more important than me.”

“Shoot.” Jon waited.

“Don’t tell Juliet anything, not yet anyway.” I requested, wondering just why I was so against her being pissed off at Brendon. I had her best interests at heart, I really did. It just so happened that I thought this was what was best.

“Why not?”

“Because I asked you not to.” I couldn’t really explain it, though I wanted to.

Jon nodded, “Fine but when Brendon breaks her heart that’s on you, it’s not on me.”

I nodded, hoping to god that I was making the right decision.

Jon paused as someone knocked on my front door. “I’m sorry, I’ll be going. I didn’t know you had people coming over.”

“I don’t.” I responded, “And you don’t have to go anywhere. You look like you’re about to pass out again.” I passed by him, heading towards the door.

There on my porch stood Juliet.

“Hi.” I awkwardly glanced at her, paranoid that she’d heard something. “You didn’t call me.”

“I lost my phone.” She admitted, grinning. “Did I wake you?”

Jon appeared behind me. “You didn’t call me!” He accused, allowing us to replay just seconds previous.

“I lost my phone.” Juliet looked between the two of us before putting her hand to her mouth, “Oh my gosh, you two?”

“Huh?” Jon looked completely clueless.

I couldn’t help but laugh, “Remember, I’m gay Jon.”

Jon paled slightly but then just smiled, “Oh.”

What an interesting reaction.

Juliet grinned, “What are you two up to?”

“We just woke up.” Jon answered, “Where the hell have you been?”

“Well, I’ve been sleeping in my own bed. I should be the one questioning you.” She responded, teasingly.

Jon grinned, “Fair enough. You look happy. What the hell happened there?”

“Was I miserable looking before?” Juliet frowned.

I sighed, “Let’s head inside. We’re letting hot air in.”

Juliet and Jon agreed and we all hurried back in to the living room, in which Jon collapsed against the couch again. I was pretty sure it was unhealthy how bad he was at waking up.

“It feels so good in here.” Juliet admitted, sharing the love seat with me since Jon had taken total control of the couch.

“You’re awfully sweaty. Did you walk here?” I wiped away some sweat from her forehead and cringed. “Yeah, very sweaty.”

Juliet laughed, “I jogged. It felt really good too. I was wondering if you wanted to jog with me. I’m not done yet.”

“In this heat? Do you have a death wish?”

Jon nodded, “Yeah, jogging is bad. We are teenagers. Now is the time to wreck our bodies.”

“Or we could just join a freakin’ gym, with air conditioning.” I commented.

“I suppose I would be in if we did that but I’m not jogging outside.” Jon agreed.

Juliet sighed, “Why pay when you can just work out for free?”

“Because it’s better, the same reason we pay for everything else. I’ll pay for you, come on. I know a gym nearby. We should be able to sign up.”

“No, it’s fine. We don’t have to.” Juliet stood up, “I can just finish my jog and stop by later.”

“We are going to the gym.” Jon said, standing as well.

Juliet sighed, “Fine but you guys are insane. You know that, right?”

“Right.” Jon agreed.

I just nodded.

What was wrong with a little insanity?









(Juliet’s POV)





Two hours later and I found out that Jon and Ryan were both useless in a gym. I had to help them with everything, and keep Jon from going after every girl in sight. Evidently he wasn’t gay. Or maybe he was bi. I really wasn’t sure and I didn’t ask. I didn’t need to delve in to that confusion and it wasn’t really like it affected me.

I was still a little giddy about the fact that I could lift more weights than both of them combined though Jon was set on changing that. He’d actually stayed at the gym to work out a little more, and flirt without my interruption.

“See you tomorrow at school.” Ryan said, dropping me off in front of my house.

“See you!” I waved as he drove away.

So far I’d done a damn good job of avoiding thinking of Brendon but now here I was, standing in front of my house, and he was all that came to mind.

I had to at least go see him. I mean, maybe he’d found my phone. Stupid excuses, they never sounded good enough in your head, especially when you were the one making them.

My mother was taking a nap so I went straight to my car, hoping that it would start. I’d been having some trouble with it lately but I hadn’t gotten the chance to take a look at it. It usually started after a couple tries anyway…

This time it started immediately.

I didn’t listen to music on the drive seeing as my heart was singing loudly enough. I was really turning in to a sappy lovesick fool, without the actual fool. It turned out minor crushes could be just as deadly as full blown romances and there was just no getting out of this thing Brendon had trapped me in.

I wished I had my phone. I didn’t want to just show up without being invited. It was nerve wracking once I got there.

Knock once, it should be fine. Knock twice, what if he isn’t even home? Knock three times, turn around.

The door opened and Brendon appeared, shirtless. Yeah, because he wasn’t hard to resist before. “Hey.” He smiled, opening the door wider. “Come in.”

I licked my lips and stepped past him, trying not to make contact with his body. I was almost afraid I would burst in to flames if I did. That was the reaction I seemed to have to him after all.

“Did I wake you up?” I was asking that question a lot today. Maybe I never should have gotten out of bed.

“Nah, I was just doing some pushups before breakfast.” He could have easily left that out, just so that my heart could have a break from its constant pounding.

“Well, don’t let me interrupt you.” I commented, attempting to make myself sound neutral.

“Did you want to join me?” Brendon asked, looking me up and down. “You look a little… sweaty.” Really, did people have to actually comment on that?

“I’ve been working out with Ryan and Jon for the last two hours.” If you could call it working out. It was more like directing them away from the innocent men and women that were actually trying to work out.

Brendon grinned, “Sounds like a party.”

“Yeah, only three casualties.” All of us.

“That’s how the best parties usually go.” Brendon dropped to the floor, giving me a great look at his muscled arms.

“So-“ I swallowed hard, trying to look away. I couldn’t. Who would be able to? “Do you have any plans today?”

“I don’t know, do we?” Brendon shot back, elegantly continuing his pushups while talking to me.

“Well, I was thinking that maybe we could catch a movie and um, go for a jog.” I hoped he didn’t wear a shirt while jogging. That would be a shame.

“Sounds good to me. Are you hungry?” Brendon asked, finishing his last pushup.

“Depends on what’s on the menu.” I walked with him to the kitchen.

“I’ll cook whatever you want.” Brendon responded, glancing in the fridge. “Breakfast is the most important meal after all, and you’re a growing girl.”

“Um.” I licked my lips, trying so hard not to stare at his bare chest. It really was taking every fiber of my being not to. “How about some sausage and eggs, and um French toast?” I was really hungry.

“Sure.” Brendon smiled, grabbing a few items from the fridge. “Oh, and Juliet?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re drooling a little.” Brendon teased.



I really wouldn’t be surprised if I was.









“This is great.” I continued shoving food in to my mouth, savoring each delicious bite. Breakfast was usually fantastic but Brendon somehow made it better. It tasted so… delicious. I had no other words to describe it. Unfortunately Brendon had slipped on a shirt while he cooked but he was still quite a sight to see as he cooked. I just hadn’t pictured him as the cook type. I kind of figured he was useless at everything, depending on everyone around him. I guess I was a bit judgmental of rich people, so sue me.

Brendon laughed, taking small measured bites. “I’ve never seen someone eat so enthusiastically.” He laughed harder, taking a sip of orange juice to keep himself from choking. “It’s like you’ve never eaten before.”

I blushed, embarrassed. “Sorry.” I used a napkin to wipe my mouth and set my fork down, realizing three servings was probably way too much.

“What for?” Brendon frowned. “I wasn’t saying you should stop. I’m actually happy that you’re enjoying it so much. I don’t cook for people very often.”

I smiled awkwardly and nervously pushed the rest of the food on my plate around, “I just thought maybe… well, I’m kind of being horribly unattractive.”

“I don’t think so.” Brendon set his fork down as well. “You don’t have to worry about being judged when you’re with me Juliet. Other people may judge us both but I’ll never judge you so eat as much as you want, and do whatever else you want. Hell you don’t have to close your mouth when you chew, though it helps keep food in. I’m not going to run away because you decided to eat enough for three people and I know at one point you were sensitive about your weight so I’ll definitely never ever say anything bad about that particularly and-“ Brendon didn’t seem to be breathing between words so I put my finger to his lips, cutting him off.

“Breath.” I suggested, smiling.

Brendon took a deep breath and nodded, “That felt good.” He admitted.

“I figured it would.” I took another smaller bite, before realizing I was actually full. The food was just so good, and the fact that Brendon had taken the time to make it for me made it even better. “So, did you want to watch a movie now?”

“Sure.” Brendon stood up, leaving his plate on the table. I did the same, figuring we could clean up after the movie. “Our movie collection is upstairs.”

Upstairs, also where his bedroom was. Why did thoughts like that have to enter my mind? Now it wouldn’t leave and I was blushing, awkwardly hoping that Brendon wouldn’t notice.

“So-“ Brendon began talking as we climbed up the stairs together, “What was going on with Ryan and Jon?”

“I think they were sleeping when I got to Ryan’s house because they both looked tired. Jon stayed at the gym though and Ryan headed home, he had some homework he had to finish up.” I felt myself grinning as I thought of Jon’s shameless flirting.

“They were sleeping together?” I glanced at Brendon to see his eyebrow raised in confusion, “Like together?” He reiterated.

“Well, I don’t think-“ I sighed, knowing I shouldn’t have said anything. “I don’t think it was like that but you know, either way just don’t say anything. I don’t want people to get any ideas, even if they get the right ideas. It’s between them, if there is anything.” Well, that was confusing to blurt out. I just didn’t want to start rumors, whether they were right or not.

Brendon nodded, “My lips are sealed.”

Those damn lips.







“I don’t think this movie thing is going to work out.” I finally admitted, sighing heavily.

“Well-“

I quickly cut Brendon off, “Watch it buddy, one more insult towards my movie choices and I’m walking out the door.”

Brendon grinned, “You’re a bad sport.”

“I didn’t know being made fun of was a sport.”

“You take things too literally.”

“I can’t help it.” I crossed my arms, “I see you’ve been studying a dictionary though. How long before you actually realized what ‘literally’ meant?”

“Literally two seconds.” Brendon replied, sticking his tongue out. “I have to keep on my toes when I’m around you. You’d be surprised all of the things I’m learning about.”

“You’d be surprised just how much easier it would be if you’d just pay attention in class, rather than reading about all of these things on your own years later.” I responded, wondering if he kept a collection of books anywhere. If it was anywhere near his collection of massive DVDs then it would be mind blowingly impressive.

“Well, I like the sound of this girl Brendon.” I jumped as the voice cut through the air, startling me.

Brendon smiled, “I knew you would. Where’s Dad?” It was Brendon’s mother. Oh god, I was going to have to meet his parents. For some reason that seemed terrifying.

“He’s downstairs waiting to see you. Come on, I’m dying to learn more of your new friend.” She smiled in my direction before walking out of the room, leaving Brendon alone with me for a few heart pounding seconds.

“I didn’t know your parents were going to be here.” I breathed out nervously.

Brendon laughed, “Why do you look so scared?”

“Your parents-“ I stopped, unable to really explain why I was so terrified to actually meet them, to even have a conversation with them.

“They are really nice, don’t worry about it.” Brendon stood up and held his hand out, which I gratefully took as he pulled me to my feet. “Plus they will love you. You’re a good influence on me after all.”

“Am I?” I licked my lips as I watched his graceful movements.

“You are.” Brendon nodded, “I can only hope to be as good for you as you are for me.”

“You’re good Brendon.”

Brendon smiled but quickly looked away, “Come on, let’s go downstairs.” I didn’t have time to question his hesitation but my mind quickly went to more pressing matters, like not embarrassing myself in front of his family.







It turned out Brendon’s parents were really, really nice. Their smiles never disappeared through the entire conversation we shared. It turned out they were both workaholics and often travelled together for work, figuring out a way to keep their schedules somewhat similar and though they didn’t have as much time as they’d prefer with Brendon they still loved him dearly, that much was clear.

“So, Brendon tells us you got a scholarship to the academy.” Mr. Urie continued to smile, “Your grades had to be spectacular, I know it’s the best school we could find to put Brendon in.”

I shrugged, “I’ve never had a bad grade, I really can’t afford to.” It was the truth. In order for everything to work out for me academically I had to remain on top of everything, keeping straight A’s.

“Why’s that?” Mrs. Urie asked, seeming to be genuinely interested.

Brendon sat at the kitchen table, where we were all sitting, listening attentively. I glanced towards him every few seconds to see that his eyes still hadn’t left me. That should have made me more nervous but instead it made me feel a little confident, which came in use in the situation.

“I’m hoping to go in to the medical field. That’s always been what I want to do with my life, though I haven’t figured out what specialty I’d like to go in to, if any. I might just practice general medicine. In order to get in to med school my school records have to be flawless, my grades outstanding. I already attend medical camp in the summers which will help look great on my application but I have more to do before I get that far.” I breathed out, hoping I didn’t sound ridiculous. I hated talking about myself.

“Wow, that’s very impressive.” Mr. Urie said, smiling widely. “I’d love to know more about your plans. Maybe over dinner?” The suggestion completely caught me off guard.

“Dinner sounds terrific!” Mrs. Urie agreed, “How about tomorrow night?”

“Tomorrow, dinner?” The question came out stupidly, making me blush at the idea of ever getting in to medical school while sounding like such an idiot.

Brendon smiled, “She’d love to.” He winked in my direction. “It will be great fun.”

Dinner with Brendon’s parents sounded like anything but fun. It sounded nerve wracking and internally painful. I was somewhat afraid that my beating heart would explode under the pressure.

“Yeah, I’d love to.” I muttered, trying to smile.

It seemed my smile worked its charm because soon enough we were wrapping up our plans for tomorrow night and Brendon talked me to in joining him upstairs, which I did gratefully. I just didn’t want to be near his parents anymore, it felt like such a big step for friends. I mean, friends- they met each other’s parents all the time and I- I was friends with Brendon, right? I just happened to have some growing feelings for him and- Oh, who was I kidding?

I liked Brendon back.