Chapter 1

The air was crisp and cool, even though it was July. It was one of those nights that you couldn’t decide what you wanted to wear. You weren’t sure if it was a bad idea to wear shorts, because you knew you’d regret it.

I was lonely tonight. Nothing to do, no where to go and no one to be with. Generally, I’m a pretty lonely person. All I had to do this evening was to walk these streets and hope I didn’t run into someone I knew, like on of the plastic Barbie’s from school. They were all the same to me. All the best clothes and hairstyles. Future Botox Clients, as I liked to call them.

My heavy brown fringe fell in front of my face, obscuring the vision in my left eye. My black, worn All-Stars converse slapped carelessly against the pavement in the dimming light. I’d say it was about 9:30 at night. It was that point in time when the sun was going down but everything was still faintly visible.

In the small amount of light, I saw a boy in the distance. I couldn’t lie to myself; he was hot. I ogled at him for a second before a girl came out of the convenience store behind him and took his hand.

Damn it… I thought. I really didn’t like being lonely all the time, so I was undoubtedly looking for a boyfriend. And in all honesty, I was desperate. I’d take anyone.

I kept walking on slowly, taking in the sights around me. Flickering street lights in the distance that were just coming on. I was alone all the time and I was starting to get a little bit depressed. Day after day of staying home by myself.

Then in the distance, was the boy that would change my life.

He had soft brown hair, thin legs wrapped in tight blue denim with a red t-shirt underneath a black hoodie. From where I stood, I could see his glowing brown eyes in the dim light. He was undeniably cute. I had never felt anything like this before. He was mine.

I couldn’t deny my feelings; I liked him. He seemed like he’d be my type. He looked about my age, maybe a year or two younger. He was walking alone as well, so I hoped that this would be my chance to talk to him. I was so bad at flirting. He was walking towards me on the side walk and my heart raced.

“Hey.” He said quietly as he brushed by me. I think he was just being polite.

“Hi.” I managed to squeak in response. I don’t think he was expecting that. He turned around to face me. His eyes were wide and surprised.

“I-I’m Brendon.” He managed to stutter at me, extending his arm towards me.

“Ryan.” I smiled and shook his hand. “Ryan Ross.”

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Chapter 2

When I touched his skin it was nothing like I’d ever felt before. A surge built through my body as I dropped his hand.

I was suddenly thankful for the dim lights. I was positive I was blushing.

Then he did something that surprised me. He started walking next to me.

As you’ve probably guessed, I’m gay. There was no way I could deny it, even to myself. But that was it. I was the only one that knew. I hadn’t even uttered the words out loud. I felt so singled out all the time and I couldn’t stand to be around a boy that I thought was sweet. I felt too… uncomfortable.

Brendon walked beside me, his arms swinging lightly, occasionally brushing against my hand, making me jump. I think he noticed, so he backed away a little bit. He completely misunderstood.

“So, Brendon…” I started. “What’s you’re last name? And why haven’t I seen you around before?” I asked, making conversation. And I knew I’ve never seen him. I could never forget that face.

“Urie.” He said, replying to my first question. He continued. “And, I’m new around here. You’re actually the first person I’ve talked to so far.” He said shyly.

“Well, it’s good that you met someone that’s not a total ass hole.” I blushed. “Well, most people don’t know that they’re ass holes, and even if they are they’d probably tell someone that they’re not.” I said, coming to an abrupt stop. “I’m rambling, aren’t I?” I blushed.

“Yeah…” He agreed shyly and laughed. “But it’s okay. I’ve only known you for all of 2 minutes and I can tell you’re not an ass hole.” He grinned, his hand accidentally brushing mine again.

“How long have you lived here?” I asked politely.

“Only about a week. I think tonight is the first time that I actually came out of my house.” He sighed.

“That’s too bad.” I sighed. “I bet a lot of people would love to meet you. You’re really cool.” I was going to say sweet, but I stopped for obvious reasons.

We spent the rest of the night talking and walking around town aimlessly. I liked to glance at him through the corner of my eye, watching his lips move as he spoke. I wanted to kiss him. I’ve never kissed a boy because no one knew so I was never given the opportunity. But I wanted to kiss him really badly. There was this unmistakable urge that I could barely contain.

But I was right. He really was my type as far as I was concerned. He was sweet, nice and he told me how much he loved music, as did I. I really liked him already, but I knew we’d have to settle as just being friends. As far as I knew, he wasn’t gay. Maybe he was like me; he couldn’t tell anyone either. But the chances of that were slim, as much as I hated to think about it. But if he told me that he was actually gay, I wouldn’t know what to think.

We talked for the rest of the night when I finally looked at my watch.

“Oh shit.” I sighed.

“What?” Brendon asked.

“It’s 1:30. My curfew was at 12:00.” I sighed.

“Shit!” He exclaimed. “Mine was at 11:30!”

“Oh well.” I shrugged. “This is my street anyways.” I said walking us towards the direction of my house.

“This is your street, too?” He asked.

“Yeah! I live right there.” I said, pointing to my house.

“Whoa! I live over there!” He said, pointing to the house right next to mine.

“You really don’t come out of your house? I’d remember seeing you.” I said, but I didn’t tell him why, obviously.

“I’ve seen you leave your house.” He admitted. “That’s… kind of the reason that I said ‘hey’ to you earlier. Then maybe we could hang out. I’d like to have a friend in this town.” He confessed.

“Well,” I started. “I’ll be your friend.” I smiled and he smiled in response.

“I’m glad.” He blushed. “I should get to my house before my parents eat my soul. This doesn’t happen often, so they shouldn’t be too hard on me. And besides, my mom wanted me to make a friend.”

“Yeah, this doesn’t happen to me a whole lot, so I should be fine. See you tomorrow?” I asked.

“Sure. I’ll come get you tomorrow afternoon.” He grinned and left, leaving this small tingling feeling in my chest.

I walked into my house and since my parents are practically night-owls, they were still sitting on the sofa, watching TV.

“Hey.” I sighed. “Sorry I’m late.” I apologized before they could get a word in. “I lost track of time.” I explained.

“Where were you?” My mother asked.

“I was just walking around town with our next door neighbor.” I replied innocently.

“Oh,” She replied, honestly unconcerned. “What’s their name?” She asked.

“B-Brendon Urie.” I stuttered, loving the way his name tasted on my tongue.

“Oh.” She nodded. “It’s great that you’re making friends other than Spencer.” She smiled.

“Yeah.” I nodded. It was true. I didn’t have a lot of friends and I wasn’t ashamed to admit that. I didn’t like a lot of people in this town anyways. I only had one real best friend. His name is Spencer Smith and we’ve known each other for years.

“George, when are you going to find yourself a girlfriend?” My dad asked suddenly. Never. I thought quietly. I don’t know how my dad would react if I told him I was gay. I think he’d lose his mind.

“I don’t know.” I sighed, though I did know I’d never be interested in girls. “I just haven’t met the right girl yet.” I’ve met the right boy, instead. I couldn’t tell him I haven’t met the right person yet because then I’d be a liar. “Well, I think I’m going to bed now. I’m meeting Brendon tomorrow.” I sighed, scratching my head, throwing in a yawn.

“Okay, honey.” My mother replied. “Sleep tight.”

“Night, George.” My dad said, using my real name, which I hated.

“Dad, call me Ryan.” I pleaded.

“Night, Ryan.” He grumbled.

“Night.” I grumbled and headed up the stairs.

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Chapter 3

I went in my room, shut the door, sat on my bed and I squealed like a teenage girl at a Backstreet Boys concert. I fucking squealed… I must like him more then I thought. I flopped on the bed onto my back and starred at the ceiling. “Brendon Urie.” I moaned quietly, just to get the sensation on my tongue. My chest pounded when I thought of his smile and his ridiculous personality. I knew we were never meant to be, but I didn’t care tonight. My head was in the clouds and my mind was focused on him. It creeped me out to know that he was sleeping alone in a bed a small distance from me.

I was actually extremely tired, so I stripped down and crawled into my bed. I lid awake for a while before sleep washed over me. I had dreams of Brendon holding my hand and kissing me softly, the dream so vivid it was almost like I could actually taste his mouth on mine.

I woke the next morning, oddly bright and cheery, longing for the day ahead of me. I got dressed quickly, deciding what to wear carefully. I wanted to do no wrong today. I pulled on a green v-neck t-shirt with a tight plain white sweater over it, the zipper pulled up half way along with tight black jeans. I carefully lined my eyes in black eyeliner. It was my trademark at school. I didn’t say they liked it, they just recognized me for it. I planned on wearing the green converse I had.

I went down to get something to eat, and since it was the summer, both of my parents had left for work. I ate a bowl of cereal and ran back upstairs. It was still the morning, so I had a while before Brendon would come over. I kept thinking about Brendon. I had to tell someone. Someone that wouldn’t judge me. Someone that was always there for me. Someone that wouldn’t run screaming from the room once I’ve finally said it out loud for the first time. I had to tell someone that I was gay.

I decided to call Spencer. He was my best friend and there was no one that I trusted more than him. Spencer was always awake early, so I’d call him and ask him to come over. He didn’t live far away, and besides, he walked over to my house 10 times a week at least.

I picked up the phone cautiously and dialed his number.

“Hello?” Spencer answered on the second ring.

“H-hey Spence.” I stuttered.

“Oh, hey Ry.” He said caringly.

“Uh, do you think you could come over this morning? Like, now?” I pleaded.

“Sure.” He agreed, “But why so urgent?” He asked.

“N-no reason.” I breathed.

“Okay…” He said skeptically. “I’ll be over in 5 minutes.”

“Thanks Spence.” I said, relieved, but the tension building.

“Bye.” He said, and hung up the phone.

“Bye…” I sighed to a dead line.

I went to my living room and sat on one of the faux-leather couches and waited anxiously for my coming out party of one to walk in the door. I heard the door open and close, the shuffling of shoes being kicked off feet. Spencer could just walk in the door, no one cared. When he turned the corner and smiled, every muscle in my body tensed as I struggled to smile in response. I leaned back into the couch, my hands in my lap.

“Hey.” He grinned, sitting next to me on the couch. “Now, what was so urgent?” He joked.

“Spence…” I started. He nodded, concern flooding over his eyes. “You’re my best friend, right?” I asked.

“Or course, Ry. Why would you ask such a silly question?” He asked.

“It’s just…” I stuttered and he nodded. “I j-just wanted to t-tell you something.”

“Ryan, you can tell me anything.” He grinned. I sighed, my breath shaky.

“I’m gay.” I said quietly, the unfamiliar, un-spoken words stinging my tongue. Spencer didn’t say anything. He hated me now and I knew it. I looked up at him, expecting the worse. He was laughing.

“Ross!” He exclaimed in a fit of laughter. “You thought I didn’t figure that out?” He asked.

“W-what?” I stuttered.

“Ry, I’ve known you just about my entire life. I can’t believe you thought I didn’t realize it!” He laughed.

“How’d you figure it out?” I asked, my mood lifting.

“Ross, you haven’t had a girlfriend in four years. You blush every time you’re around a cute boy and you avoid making any physical contact with them. The signs are clear.” He grinned. I was embarrassed. “It’s just nice to hear you admit it.” He grinned. “What made you want to tell me now, anyways?” He asked curiously.

“Well…” I sighed. I felt so much better to get it off my chest.

“There’s a boy, isn’t there?” Spencer asked.

“Are you fucking psychic?!” I exclaimed.

“No, I just know you too well.” He grinned smugly. “What’s his name?” Spencer asked.

“Brendon.” I smiled shyly. “Spence, he’s unbelievable. I met him last night while I was walking around by myself. He said ‘Hey’ I said ‘Hi’ and it was all up-hill from there. We walked around and talked for 4 hours. His personality is incredible. He loves music, he’s sweet, he’s hyper and he’s all around awesome. He’s extremely cute and he has these gorgeous brown eyes and wispy brown hair that’s the exact color of a puppy. He’s not really that tall, but he’s not a lot shorter than me. He wears skinny jeans and hoodies and he has red, square glasses. He’s fucking adorable. And he’s got these lips…” I trailed, my head falling onto the back of the couch, biting my lip. “Spencer,” I started, but he finished my sentence.

“You love him, don’t you?” He giggled. That’s what I loved about Spencer. He’s there for me no matter what I do or say.

“Yeah, Spence. I do.” I agreed. “You’re the first person I’ve ever told, you know that, don’t you?” He nodded.

“I figured I was.” He nodded again.

“It’s also the first time I’ve ever said ‘I’m gay’ out loud. Look! I just said it again!” I smiled. Today would be a good day.

“Brendon really made you happy, didn’t he?” Spencer asked. All I could do was smile and nod.

“I don’t care if he’s gay or if he was and he didn’t want to be my boyfriend, having him around is more than I could ever ask for. If I could just… kiss h-… too much information?“ I asked, bringing my head back up to look at Spencer.

“No, it’s fine.” He grinned. “Hun, you’ve bottled up a lot. I can tell you need to get some things off your chest. I understand. You totally want to make out with him.” Spencer mocked.

“Yeah, I kind of do.” I admitted. “You’ve got to meet this kid.” I told him. “He’s like, pie.”

“I bet he is, Ross.” Spencer joked. “So are you going to see him today?”

“Did I tell you that he was my neighbor?” I asked.

“What?!” Spencer exclaimed.

“Ha! Not as psychic as you thought!” I shrieked. “But yeah, he lives right next to me.” I grinned happily. “And he watched me leave my house! He wanted to become friends with me!”

“That’s really cool.” Spencer grinned. I could tell he meant it. He meant everything he said that didn’t have to do with liking a sweater with a pink unicorn on it from his Aunt that was too gay even for me. “When’s he coming over?” He asked.

“Some time this afternoon.” I replied.

“What if I stick around until he shows up, just to meet him, and then I just leave and say that I… left my bathtub running.” He suggested. I laughed.

“You might want to think of a more believable excuse. But other wise, it sounds like a plan.”

We sat around for the rest of the morning, watching TV. 12:00 rolled around and I knew I would see Brendon within the next few hours and it made me giddy. Spencer obviously noticed because I was jumping up and down on the couch.

“Oh, someone’s excited for his date with his non-boyfriend.” Spencer teased.

“Yes Smith, I’m excited. You haven’t met him and you’re not gay, you have no reason to be excited.” I said, still hopping, hands folded in my lap. Two hours passed and there was a knock on the door. I nearly jumped off the couch altogether. I would’ve screamed if Brendon hadn’t been possibly within earshot.

“Do you think that’s him?” Spencer asked. I nodded and stood, striding over to the door gracefully. I opened the heavy wooden door and the face in my dreams stood on my doorstep.

“Hey.” I grinned.

“Hi.” He smiled.

“Did you want to come in?” I asked politely.

“Yeah, I’d love to.” He replied, stepping in. He kicked off his shoes and I lead him to my living room where Spencer was sitting on the couch still.

“Ugh, Brendon, this is Spencer.” I introduced. Spencer stood and extended his hand towards him. Brendon took his hand and shook quickly.

“Nice to meet you, Brendon.” Spencer said with his trademark smile.

“Same to you.” Brendon grinned. We sat down and my heart was racing uncontrollably as I glanced at him, laughing at something that Spencer said. They were getting along and it made me swell with joy.

“Aw man, I think I have to go.” Spencer sighed. I was afraid he’d pull out the ‘I left my bathtub running’ excuse. “I told my mom I’d babysit my little sister at 3:00.” He stood and made his way to the door.

“Later, Spence.” I shouted from the couch.

“Later, Ry. Nice meeting you, Brendon.” Spencer called back.

“You too, Spencer.” Brendon grinned and Spencer was gone. And we were alone. All alone. “So…” Brendon said awkwardly. “Spencer seems pretty cool.”

“Yeah.” I agreed. “I’ve known him practically my entire life.” I sighed.

“So, what did you want to do this afternoon?” Brendon asked me.

“Ugh…” I contemplated. “Did you want to go to the mall, or something?” I asked.

“That sounds cool.” He grinned, heaving himself from the couch. I stood up, too and we headed for the door.

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