HEY every one! You may have read my other fanfic This is magic... ( If You Have, thank you!) This time I have a partner in crime. Her name is Marissa. I have known her since I was in 3rd grade, so, I trust her with this. This is also her first fanfic, so be easy on her as well. We will take turns writing chapters. First Chapter will be up soon.

and sorry everyone for the last couple of post, i deleted them because I wasn't happy with what I wrote

=====Spencer's point of view=====

Ryan turned towards me with a curious look.

"Camping?"

He said towards Jon, who looked so happy and fulled with joy about going camping.

"Yes camping Ross!" Jon said as I pulled a slight smile upon my lips as I watched Jon look at Ryan waiting for a answer to come out of his so stubborn lips.

"Um..." Ryan said in doubt. He is not the nature guy at all.

"Come on! It will be fun! You, me, SPENCER!"
He said making sure to add more emphasis on my name then anyone else.

"Hey! What is that suppose to mean Walker?!" I said as I looked at him and glared. I knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Well, ever since your father... um... killed himself. You have been complete depressed. Come on Spencer! It happened a year ago. Come comping with us! it will be fun!" Jon said as Ryan looked over towards me with his goofy grin. I loved my friends so much, they always made me smile in the worst situations possible.

"I'm in! It will be a awesome trip before we go back to school and summer is over!" Ryan said smiling big as he looked over to me then down at his coffee. Starbucks was usualy the place were we all meet up and hang out. They both looked at me now and smiled big as I opened my mouth to begen to speak.

"I'm in, I guess." I said as I noticed Ryan's attention go some were else. I looked to where he was looking. A boy, around out age. Walked into Starbucks with tight skinny jeans, red square glasses, a black and white shirt with a microphone on it. He held a CD player in his hand as He walked towards the cash register.

"Whoa..."
Ryan muttered as I looked over to Jon and we both giggled.

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=====Ryan's point of view=====

I have never seen anyone as... perfect ash him. There is something about him, that every force in the world seemed to be pulling me towards him. I watched as He walked over to a table in the corner of this crazy coffee place. He was all alone, by himself. I had to walk up to him and say something. I watched as he pulled up his coffee slowly and drank some. He looked my direction as I quickly turned away to see Spencer ans Jon smiling.

"Wh-Who is that kid?" I said as Jon just started giggling.

"Brendon Urie, he is a year younger then us, and will be going to our school." Spencer said to my surprise.

"How do you know all that?" I said I glimpsed over my shoulder towards him.

"You forget, my mom works at school, you spazz." Spencer said. Jon just sat there munching on his slice of coffee cake.

"Plus..." Spencer said looking up from the ground with a creepy look.

"He was all over the news, Don't you ever watch t.v Ry?'' Spencer continued as I looked over at Brendon once more.

"Why, what happened? and no, you know how my dad always hogs the T.V." I said as Jon was now giving Spencer his full attention.

"Dude... the last school he was at..." Spencer said as he shoke his head glancing over at Brendon before continuing.

"Well, here is how the story goes. Brendon was in class as he heard a loud bang. His teacher told all the students to duck down under there desk, as she checked what that was, because it sounded a lot like a gun. Brendon crawled under the teachers large, wooden desk, witch you couldn't see under. As soon as his teacher walked out side the door, she was shot. He heard so many screams, and cries, and gun fires. He was the only one to make it out of his class alive."

Spencer said as my heart broke for him. That was so... sad. How could anyone ever do anything like that?

"Who killed them all?" Jon said quietly.

"Apparently, it was just some a-hole who escaped from prison one day."

I looked back towards Brendon who stared out the window. I saw him put his hood up as he put his head down on the table.

"Poor kid, lost his best friend that day as well..."
Spencer said. My heart broke in half as I heard that.

=====Brendon's point of view=====

New school... new people making fun of me, being alone, having no one, remembering Adam... Just perfect. I thought as I rested my head at that old table. I miss Adam. He was the only one I could ever really trust. I was beginning to... love him. I gulped as I choked back tears. I pulled my head up and looked at my ice coffee and took a sip. I spotted a boy looking at me from the corner of me eye. Why was he looking at me? He was so... perfect looking. His hair was messed up so perfect, eyeliner so perfect, yellow shirt, and skinny jeans... Why would he want anything to do with me? I looked out my window once more. I felt tears coming out. I bit my lip as a attempt to hold back the tears. My mind trailed off. Like it so commonly does since... The accident.

"Brenny! look over here!" Adam shouted as I came running towards him.

"Look! Its a frog! A real frog!" He said as I giggled lightly. My first grade teacher yelled out for us.

"Brendon! Adam! Time to get back on the bus!" We ran towards the bus with our fingures tangles togther. We helped eachother on the bus and sat next to eachother.

"Brenny is a mamas boy!" One of my classmates shouted out. One of Adam's friends.

"Shut up! He is not! You are a donkey face!" Adam said at his once friend.

"Adam we are not buddys anymores!" The other child declared.

"Fine by me! All I need is Brenny!"

"Hi I'm Ryan." Someone said as I drifted away from my long lost memory. I looked away from the window at the person who's friendly voice came out of.

"I saw you from over by my friends, and we were wondering if you would like to hang out with us today? We can go see a movie or something fun like that!" He said as he pulled his hand through his hair. I couldn't resist that. There is just something about this boy... something odd. He dressed like he was rich. I have never had any rich friends.

"Um, Sure. I'm Brendon." I got up and stuck my hand out for him, he garbed on and we shoke hands. I bit my lip and felt a tear come out of my eye and I wiped it away with my sleeve.

"Are you okay?" The caring voice came out of Ryan.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Just allergies." I lied. What a way to star a friendship.

=====Brendon's point of view=====

I sat there watching them argue about the most childishness things. We were in Ryan's room as we ate a bunch of junk food and pizza. I took a sip out of my Pepsi.

"Brendon, you look pretty, how do you get your hair like that." Ryan said. It caught me off gaurd.

"What? Pretty?" I asked as Jon and Spencer giggled.

"Well, Brendon. Your hair looks really pretty. We call stuff pretty here, for some odd reason, it sounds a lot better then, hot, cute, or anything like that." Jon smiled as he played with his flip flop and twearled it around his feet.

"Really now?" It was the only thing I could think of to say.

"Yes, now how do you get your hair like that?" Ryan insisted on me telling him.

"It's natural, I guess." I smiled at the sound of us. We sounded like grammar school girls at a sleepover. I think I finally found some friends.

"Since Brendon is new to our group here, we should tell him some stuff about us!" Jon declared as Spencer laughed at Jon's excitement. So far, I could tell Jon is the A.D.D type of friend in this group.

"Okay, good Idea Jon." Ryan said giving Jon a weird look.

"I'll Start!" Jon busted out. "My name is Jon Walker, I love flip flops, photography, and cats. I play bass and guitar." I looked up from playing with my thumbs.

"I'm Spencer Smith, I am a book worm. I love movies and I play the drums." He said then taking a sip out of his Pepsi.

"I am George Ryan Ross the third. I just go by Ryan. I love animals, I am bi, I sing, and play guitar." Ryan said as I looked at them all. Jon got closer to me.

"Now something about yourself!" Jon screamed really hyper.

"Um, I'm Brendon Urie, I lost my best friend last year... I am..." I gulped. "gay, I play 11 instruments and sing..."

"11?" Ryan, Jon, and Spencer shouted.

any opinions on the beginning of it? I love to hear them.

i love it,
so sad about Brendons past
update sooon

Well, Marissa is sick, so idk when she will be able to update. I will talk to her and see if she wants me too update again.

Marissa is writing now!

yeay *dances*

since the person who is suppose to write this with me isn't, I am just going to write a different fanfic to not have you people mad at me and I will wait for her to wrote the next chapter

Aww i like <3 this story now... i hope there is an update soon XD

I hope to update today, I will have to talk to the person who is writing this with me and see if it is ok if I write more to it. And thanks

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Chapter 2
Brendon's point of view

I looked through a photo album of last year during the Starved Rock field trip. We went a long way for that field trip for school. Well, it was the 8th grade trip, of course it would be. I smiled as I landed on a picture of me and Adam by a beautiful rock that was there. I was putting bunny ears on him as he was half way lifting me up. His reddish hair was long then, he always had the best clothes. The freckles he had on his cheeks made him look so cute. I smiled more as I remembered all the good times. A knock at my door made me react quickly. I closed the photo album and shoved it under a pillow on my bed. I opened the door to see my mother's smiling face. I don't want her to know I was looking at pictures of Adam because she will freak out and think I was slipping deeper into depression.

"Hey sweetie." She said so softly as her bright red cheeks perked higher along with her lips into a taller smile. I smiled back.

"You need anything mom?" I said now looking down at my shoes. I need new shoes. My dirty black converse were so old.

"Phone call for you Hun." she said as I perked up, Who could be calling me? I barley have any friends to be calling me.

"Who?" I said in wonder as hew mysterious smile now came out. I hated that because that meant she is up to no good.

"Just look for your self." she remarked, and with that, she left. Another thing I hated. I ran down the satires. I missed a step and fell down 6 steps. I hit my head at the bottom. I got the breath really knocked out of me. I have to be more careful then that. I said to myself as I got up and brushed myself off. Remembering I had someone waiting for me on the phone. I walked, limping a little, towards it. I picked up the phone and spoke.

"Hello?" I said trying to act calm and all cool.

"Sup betch." Spencer said on the other line.

"Since when?" I asked curiously.

"What?"

"Since when have you called me betch?"

"Since your my buddy." He said sounding really serious. I couldn't help but giggle a little at that. I am considered... a buddy? I have only really had one best friend my entire life. Now I have 3. Ryan, Spencer and Brent. I Was completely is shock when it hit me.

"Get you ass over to my house! Pizza party and movie, positively popcorn!" He said sounding really hyper and I heard a loud crash and someones voice yell in the background.

"It wasn't me!" Ryan said, definitely Ryan.

"Clean it up you... you... UGH!" Spencer just yelled back.

"Uh yea sounds fun." I said as I hung up, not even waiting for a reply back. I ran upstairs to put some different clothes on. I grabbed a pair of jeans that clung tight to my skin. A yellow shirt, and a orange sweater.

"I'm going to Spencer's house mom." I said, yet again, not even waiting for a reply, just left.

So, i guessing Marissa doesn't want to write this with me, so I am just going to continue. She might still tag along and write a chapter anytime she wants though.

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Originally posted by livingoutthedream:
Aww i like <3 this story now... i hope there is an update soon XD

I wasn't actually going to write more, but you really convinced me XD thanks a ton