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So, maybe I don’t hate Ryan Ross.

Maybe.
Just maybe.

And...And...He’s pretty nice.
Remove nice from that sentence and you’ll get my real meaning.

Maybe I got him wrong over the years.
You see, he confessed he loved me.
Late at night.
Or early in the morning.
Whichever you go for.

It was in a park.
You know the story.

I had smiled at him after that.
He’d looked shocked.
He’d stood up and ran faster than I had ever seen someone run.

I felt kinda bad about that.
But, I think that things...are different.
Now that I know he doesn’t hate me back and all.
It makes me less likely to hate him.

Anyway...
I need to move.
Got to get to school.
You know how things are with the lateness...

I run really slowly so I don’t want to be so late I’m at running stage.
I step out of my house and walk quickly in the general direction of the school building.

Wait.
I know a faster way.
Through the lovely park that I was in only a few hours before now.
GO BRENDON GO!!!

I change direction sharply and enter the park.
There’s someone stood at the playground.
Just sat there.
On a swing.
I know who it is instantly.

They look up to stare at me.
I wave and smile as casually as I can.
The expression on their face turns to shock and they bolt away through the woods towards the school.

Ooops.
Sorry for scaring you Ryan.
I never thought I smiled that weirdly.

I keep walking towards school.
I was gonna be late.
Even though I woke up super early today.

Ryan’s POV:

I step silently into my class.
I’m breathing heavily from running.
Why did I run from him?
I don’t even know.

I slide quickly into my chair just as my name is being called on the register.
I answer.
My voice is rough from not breathing properly.

I note in my head that Brendon’s chair is empty.
Late.
Again.
He’ll have detention now.
Well done Brendon.

He enters the room just as the teacher dismisses everyone.
I shuffle past him, concentrating on staring at my feet.
I swear he touches my hand and I pass him.

But I won’t ever be certain.

I glance behind me as I exit the room.
He’s looking sullen and the teacher’s handing him a detention slip.
Damn.

What’s my next lesson?
Ah, I have a free lesson.

Whatever passed through my head was the weirdest thing I had ever thought.
I decided to wait for Brendon.

We were walking down the corridor together.
People stared.
We were meant to hate each other.

But...I guess we didn’t.
At least, I know I don’t hate him.

“Brendon. I need to talk to you.” I said slyly. I knew what I meant.
I needed to feel those lips again.
But where to go to kiss him?

“Can we go...behind the bike sheds Ry?” He asked.
Perfect.
Perfectly cliché.

“Sure.” I answered shortly. I didn’t feel right talking to him without him insulting me.

We stopped.
We had made it.
In the short time it had taken to get to the bike sheds, I had prepared myself.

“Um...Sorry about this Brendon...” I muttered and then looked up at him ready to kiss him.
He got there first.

His lips were on mine before I could react.
He had pushed me back onto the bricks of the bike sheds.
I couldn’t move.
But I really didn’t give a shit.

He removed his lips from mine only to replace them a moment later.
I was breathing so heavily even though he’d only been kissing me for a few seconds.

His tongue slipped between my lips and I let out a low moan.
Damn.
No noises Ryan.
People might hear.

I could feel Brendon smile into the kiss when I moaned.
He had absolute control.
I was pinned against the stone, willing to do anything for him.

His tongue moved downwards slightly, to my neck.
Now, you see, Brendon Urie has always, I don’t know how, known that that is my most sensitive spot.
I knew what he was planning.

He wanted to make me moan.
He wanted me to mutter his name.
He wanted...me.

I sighed deeply as he ran his tongue up and down my neck.
Oh...Go-...God Brendon.

I moaned again but then bit my lip to stop myself.
It really didn’t work.

I don’t know how he did it to me.
He just made me lose myself.
Any control I had over myself.

Was lost in the face of Brendon Urie.

I stood there, pinned up against the wall, moaning and pleading with him for more.
I sighed and groaned.
I whispered his name.
I kissed his lips.
I stroked his hair.
I wrestled his tongue with my own.
Until...

A voice broke into my reverie.
A familiar female voice.
Brendon’s friend.
It came from the other side of the bike sheds.
Brendon stopped abruptly.
I slumped slowly to the floor as he just walked away.

I hugged my knees fiercely and begged silently that he’d come back.
I cried and cried after that.

He wasn’t going to come back.

All that.

All that pleasure.

All that...passion.

Was it for real?