that was good!
and it was my POV!
lolz.
anyways.
will you update again?
-gives puppy dog face-

yes i will!!!!

YAAAAAYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
thankees!
I'm like in love with this!

Ryan’s POV
By time I got to the party I was a fully equipped time bomb. My plan for full social distruction was in place.
I felt like how criminals feel when they get away with a bank heist.
Brendon answered the door.
“Where’s Jon?” I ask him trying to control the urge to keep my plan to myself.
“He went to go pick up Ella, Hey Ry we need to talk-“
“Where’s Meredith?” I asked cutting him off and pushing past him into the house.
“She’s upstairs getting ready.”
I climbed the stairs.
I could hear Brendon laughing about something and I pressed my hands tighter unto the wood banister.
Hoping I’d get a splinter anything to keep me busy tonight at this boring party.
I walked softly into the hallway and I saw a door was slightly open.
I peaked in and saw Mere struggling with a back zipper of a red dress.
She was looking down so I walked in behind her and took the zipper between my fingers and pulled it up.
“There.” I smiled. And for some reason I shook.
“Thank you Ry.” She smiled adjusting her dress straps.
“Here let me.” I insisted, and I felt her warm shoulder as I fixed the dress.
She then sat on the bed and slipped on some leggings. I watched in a weird longing took over my mind.
As I watched her smooth hands move up her smooth legs.
For some reason I wanted to my hands to touch her skin. And I felt like a creep for it.
She stepped into some flats and looked up at me.
“Would you mind hanging out with me tonight?” I asked, wishing I had wore a jacket so I would have somewhere to put my hands, instead of holding them like they were handcuffed behind my back.
“Sure.” She laughed.
And I smiled at her laugh. I smiled at her smile.
I took her hand in mine and we walked downstairs.
And I saw Brendon talking and joking with Ella.
He looked so much better than usual.
He looked so natural without eyeliner.
I sat with Mere on the couch and we listened to music.
Moments passed and I noticed I was still holding her hand.
I watched Brendon dance with Ella, so I leaned over in I let my lips find Mere’s ear and I said.
“Would you like to dance?”

ahhhh!!!!
that was amazing!
I loved it!
lolz.
How about another update?
I feel greedy today.
(:
but that's only cause this story is so amazingly written.

Ella’s POV
The song ended and I broke apart from Brendon.
He was again eating a surplus of candy from his pocket that didn’t seem to end.
He handed me a lollypop and I took it.
“Where’s Jon?” I asked him.
“I don’t know . . . check the kitchen.” He yelled over the music.
I pushed my way through the crowd.
The crowd was filled with kids from our art class.
All the misfits. I felt right at home.
But that meant the air was filled with smoke and patchouli and other strong chemical scents.
I made my way to the patio and found Jon leaning on the side of the house.
He held a bottle in one hand and a joint between his lips.
He looked over to see who was coming outside and when he saw it was me he threw the joint out into the grass.
“Hey.” He smiled.
I just smiled.
He held out his beer toward me.
“Do you want any?”
I took the bottle, mostly just to hold it. It was warm from him being outside.
He looked out onto the backyard.
“I should cut the grass tomorrow.” He said thinking out loud.
Then it was silent again until the patio slid open again.
Brendon stuck his head out.
“Halo heaven.” His whispered.
Jon nodded. “I’ll be there in five.”
Brendon winked at me then closed the sliding door.
“Halo heaven?” I asked Jon.
“It’s like 7 mins in heaven . . . but completely different. Halo heaven is when you have a group of people you trust with your life sit in a circle. Then you put two people in the center of the circle. This is the part that’s like 7 mins in heaven. That’s why you have to have the halo around you be made up of people you trust completely.” Jon explained.
To that explanation I took a sip of his beer and he laughed.
“We can sit out if you want?” he smiled.

ooh ohh ohh!
that was good too!!
lolz.
They better not sit out.
then they'd be party poopers.
XD

Ryan’s POV
As me and Mere danced I watched Brendon make his way through the crowd to up us.
He took my free hand and pulled me from Mere.
“to be alone.” He smiled.
The three of us walked to the stairs and he forced me to lead the march up to one of the upstairs rooms.
I saw Jon, Ella, and Spencer already loosely sitting in a circle.
I pointed at Ella.
“I don’t want her here.” They all ignored my demand.
B sat me down in the middle of the circle and he untied the orange scarf from my head.
He walked over to the lamp and hung it on the shade.
The room turned into a sunset.
Brendon came back to the center and sat in front of me.
“Does she know?” Brendon asked Jon.
Jon nodded.
“Okay . . . Ryan we have to talk.” He said then he sealed his confession with a kiss.

Ella’s Pov
It felt weird to watch Brendon and Ryan make out in front of me.
Not because of who they were, but just because I never could watch someone do that.
During scenes like this in movies I always looked down or at my shoes.
Jon, Spencer, and Mere all were counting the mins in silence.
I glanced up at the two.
I bite my lip, they were pretty close to- never mind Ry just put his hand in Brendon’s pants.
But I watched as Brendon pushed Ry away from him. Ry clawed at Brendon’s shirt and Brendon kept his hands on Ry’s shoulders.
Jon looked at me. The orange color of Ry’s scarf glowed over Jon’s skin perfectly.
Jon lips parted and he licked his lips.
“Let’s give them some privacy.” He smiled taking my hand and helping me stand.
We softly shut the door behind us and Jon lead me to a fairly lit room and close that door behind us.
We sat on the edge of the bed and Jon was still holding my hand.
So it was awkward when he turned toward me and kissed me.
His hand still holding my hand he held my face close to his.
Then with the other hand he started undoing his belt.
At the right or wrong time the door burst open.
Brendon stood there his body, his hair a mess. Meredith was behind him.
And he had a tight grip on her wrist.
“Let’s go.” He ordered.
“What happened?” Jon asked readjusting himself.
“Were gonna hang at my Mere’s house instead okay let’s just go!”
Jon and I got up off the bed and exited the room without another question
I pause as we pass the orange room.. And I see ran sitting there crying.
A piece of paper feet away from him on the floor.
I bent down to pick up the paper but Jon grabbed my hand.
“Come on.” Jon fussed.
The four of us reached the living room and most of the people were gone.
“Party’s over.” Jon announced. And the rest of people filter out the door.

Brendon’s POV
The next day at school Ryan wasn’t there.
And the next day he wasn’t there.
Nobody knew where he was. But everybody had their little theories.
“You better watch out Urie.” One girl said. “You might be receiving his ear in a box.”
His not Vincent Van Gogh. He’s more of a. . .okay I’ll watch for strange packages in the mail.
So the past few days I’ve been checking the mail when I get home.
I haven’t really been feeling safe enough to walk home anymore so I’m paying Jon to drive me there.
It feels like someone is following me at all times.
Today. The fourth day Ryan has been missing.
But I won’t look for him.
I’m not giving him attention. That’s what he wants.
For me to be worried.
But Mere is worried she’s started to get sick.
“Do you want to come with me over to Ry’s house today? I’m gonna go to check on him.” She coughed.
I just walked away from her.
The fifth morning Ryan was missing I got a phone call at 3 am.
“Hello?” I asked. But the person just breathed.
Jon, Ella, and Spencer all got the same call.
We all decided it wasn’t Ryan . . .but then who the hell was it?
And how’d they get our numbers?

:O

thats all i have to say.
unless there's another update to clarify who this mysterious person is.

And poor me.
I'm sick.
D:

I can't take it.
Will you update?
PLEASE???
I is begging you!
(:

i cant i need to write more

ok.
D:
lolz.
I shall be wating until then.
(:

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Jon’s POV
I roll over and press my pillow over my head.
This was getting annoying.
My phone rang at 3 am every fucking day.
Even in my sleep I can’t get past second base with Ella.
I angrily pick up my phone next to my bed. I heard the usual breathing.
“This is getting old.” I yawn into the phone.
“Call me again I’ll find you got that.” I threaten before I slam the phone down.

Ella’s POV
I stretched my arms and sat up under my Indian canopy bed.
It was another wonderful 3 am morning.
I was used to the phone calls now so much so that if I didn’t get woken up by t hat shrill ring. . .I don’t know what I’d do with myself.
I reached over to my nightstand and plucked the phone up.
“Good morning sunshine.” I smiled.
The breathing voice laughed, like he always did when I called him sunshine.
“What’s with you today? You gots any plans my man?” I asked him as I got out of the bed.
His breathing answered me as always.
“So call me back in 15 mins I need to shower.”
I could almost hear a smile break his lips before the phone clipped off.