Beautiful Dirty Rich.

Time: 6:00-7:00
Event: School Day
Who: The Boys get “ready for school“. . .



Ryan Ross’ POV


My phone wakes me up at six this morning.
Just like it does every day during the months of August and May and Monday thru Friday.
I look up at the ceiling and let my eyes get adjusted to the light.
My head is killing me.
I’m tired.
I just toss and turn.
I tell my father I cant sleep. He just has the maids put in new sheets with different thread counts.
I’m so glad I only have one month of school left.
Then its to the Hampton’s or wherever my father thinks we’ll get better press coverage this year.
I get out of bed finally and walk over to where my clothes hang on the closet door.
I grab a bottle of cologne and spray myself.
I didn’t party too hard last night (when do I ever) so I don’t need to shower that bad.
I can feel the ironed creases in my pants and in my dress shirt so to balance against that I grab one of my wrinkled vest off the bedroom floor.
I step into my leather shoes.
Just to let you know I’m only dressing up like this today, in these shoes, cause my dad is rarly in the house always coasting on business. . .and he expects me to act and look certain ways.
If I don’t. Well. . .I just don’t want to think about it.
As I jog down the long flight of stairs I try to pull out the waves of my hair.
I curse to myself for not using my flat iron anymore.
My dad is standing at the end of the stairs and I give him a classic school photo smile.
He hands me car keys and then leaves.
After the door shuts I find myself not wanting to start the day.
Long after I hear his car drive away from the house I hear myself say “Have a good day.”.



Brendon Urie’s POV



My dad is so fucking stupid.
He keeps obsessing over finding a wife to replace the bitch of a mother I have.(I’m just quoting my dad here.)
This new one. . .well she came with extra baggage.
A daughter. That I’m responsible for.
“This is really why I think my dad is stupid. Never EVER put me in charge of someone’s life or well being.
I’m just all about me.
Isn’t it better if I’m straight forward with you right away? So you get every idea that I’m a nice guy out of that pretty head of yours.” I say to the girl whose across the table from me.
She just nods looking bored as fuck. Like I’m boring her to death.
Me! Boring.
Its gonna be just me and her for a while till my dad and her mom get off their honeymoon.
“They’ll probably get a divorce before they get back.” I tell her stuffing my face with food.
“fingers crossed.” She says giving me a fake smile.
“Hey I’m just trying to give you some hope darling.”
“My name is Julia just to let you know.”
“I’m Brendon.”
“I know that.” she complained.
“If you’re not gonna eat the cars waiting to take us to school.”
“I’m ready when you are.”
“Don’t say that if its not true.” I winked at her standing and wiping my mouth on the bottom of my shirt.



Julia’s POV



I am usually able to avoid the rush of the trust fund babies taking their chauffeured parades to school in the morning.
So it should make sense why I’m wearing sunglasses and holding a hand to the side of my face inside of a tinted car.
It doesn’t make sense to Brendon.
“Cause I don’t want to be seen with you.” I say through gritted teeth.
“That’s the point of tinted windows Julia.” he says showing off a smile that kills me.
Its so perfect.
“But I’m not suppose to be you know. . .in this car.”
“Why? Cause all you’re little friends poke fun at my friends? Are you shunned?”
I ignored him.
“We wont pass your old school if that’ll help any.” he said rolling down his window.
“Thanks.”
We eventually got to the school that me and my friends swore should of just been a bording school with how much you paid just to go there during the day.
Brendon steps out before me and I follow.
“Going here will be like one big Band-Aid.” he says encouraging me.
“Is that suppose to make me feel better?” I ask.
“No. . .its just a warning.” he says.

This message has been edited. Last edited by: RubyandAmi,

If any of you guys want one of the guys (except Ryan/Brendon) just leave a comment with your description and how you act so i can write you in!!!

This is a Panic/Cobra/Academy/FOB fic btw.

This message has been edited. Last edited by: RubyandAmi,

Hey, love this!!!
Amazing job, and very creative!!

Since there is no FOB...
I'll take Spencer please?!
Gimme two minutes and I'll go *copypaste* get my bio.
x)


Okay! Got the bio!

Me:

Auburn (Red) Hair
Blue eyes
Pale (Slightly freckled) skin
A weird, hyper extending left arm
I love my Ipod more than a human child- NEVER leave home without it
My usual clothing is: Hoodie, jeans, my beat up sneakers
I read too much for my own good
My laptop is my baby
I have this necklace that I haven't taken off in a year
My only friends are my best friends
RACHEL is mah best friend
I'm sarcastic, sharp, cruel, and perverted
I can be exetremely annoying
I have a procrastination problem
I really have an... odd mind.
I have a low self esteem
Rachel, my parents, and my english teach say I can write.
I disagree
I never study yet make good grades
I have no fashion sense.
At all.
I'm still wearing jeans and it's May
I'm anti social
I have dark thoughts
I love english and History
I hate math
I play softball and I fence
I hurt people (physically)
I'm not afraid to abuse my friends
I have more pictures of Pete Wentz than his wife does.

I'll write in fob just for you lol.

Just cause of this>>> [I have more pictures of Pete Wentz than his wife does.]

*bows down*
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
*bow bow*
I owe you forever.
*squee* Chu giveh mee Pete?!

quote:

Originally posted by ~нєяє...נυѕт.ѕριииιиg.ѕтαяѕ~:
*bows down*
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
*bow bow*
I owe you forever.
*squee* Chu giveh mee Pete?!

Of course you can hass pete.

one question. do you want to got to the private school or the public school?

Hm...
You may choose, this desicion does not matter to the MeggO!
*salute*

quote:

Originally posted by RubyandAmi:
I'll write in fob just for you lol.

Just cause of this>>> [I have more pictures of Pete Wentz than his wife does.]

WUT? FOB? IN THAT CASE PATRICK PLZ?
If not then Gabe ftw<3

I LOVE THIS BTW *latereadingfail*

quote:

Originally posted by *worlds[x]abroken[x]bone*:

quote:

Originally posted by RubyandAmi:
I'll write in fob just for you lol.

Just cause of this>>> [I have more pictures of Pete Wentz than his wife does.]

WUT? FOB? IN THAT CASE PATRICK PLZ?
If not then Gabe ftw<3

I LOVE THIS BTW *latereadingfail*

Patty Cakes is all yours ma dear!


Description please.

quote:

Patty Cakes is all yours ma dear!


Description please.

YAAAAAAY! I GETZ PATTYCAKES *happiness*
I'm not obsessed >______>

*cough* Alritey then. Description:

-The name's Rachel [:
-I have dark brown hair that goes to about the middle of my back, and it's mostly straight
-I have dark brown eyes with a few yellow fleks in them
-I generally wear clothes from American Eagle, Aeropostale, (sometimes) Hollister, but I also wear lots of clothes from random department stores AND I love band tees. (:
-Everyone who I hang around with says I'm funny, but you know....=p
-I AM TOO OBSESSED WITH MUSIC FOR MY OWN GOOD 'nuff said
-I love having fun, and just generally being around people [[:
-Writing is mah hobby
-I've heard that I can sing, but I also dismiss it
-I'm not really shy unless I'm around someone I don't know
-I love laughing/making people laugh

Thanks for the info guys. *goes to write*

...Bilvy? ^_^

Hold up, gotta go find a copy of ma big-ass description... xD

this is good adam!!
and i assume ryan is takin cause he's mine?
XD

quote:

Originally posted by DesireeRoss♥:
this is good adam!!
and i assume ryan is takin cause he's mine?
XD

of course lol.

[Bilvy? ^_^]

yep you can hazz him

Time: 7:15-7:25
Event: greetings
Who: Ross,Urie,Smith, and UrieFrederic



Ryan’s POV

“Boys.” Brendon announced after he cleared his throat to gain our attention.
Spencer and I were finishing our last minute assignments.
I quickly signed my name in the upper right hand corner of the paper then looked up.
“Good Morning.” he said standing with a arm behind his back to make himself stand straighter.
“Whose this?” Spencer asked loudly.
That’s when I noticed a girl behind Brendon.
She stepped forward.
“I’m Julia Frederic.”
“Frederic?” I asked and looked at Spencer.
All you needed was a last name to do anything at this school.
To pass, to fail anything.
You would know everything about kids before you actually ever met them.
If they were next in line for this or heirs to that.
Spencer Smith is the son of a camera company owner.
Brendon’s dad owns a international sports car company.
My dad is a self-made tycoon. He owns some online businesses.
“This is the daughter to my dad’s new replacement mommy for me. Her mom’s name is Remi Frederic. . .well Urie now. She just works on the strip making costumes. So Frederic means nothing.”
“I rather be it mean nothing than take your last name.”
“Least your mother is smart enough to take what’s given to her. I see another case.”
“Thank you.” she said her face brighter taking what he said as a complement.
The bell rung and she looked each of us in the eye.
“I think I’ll go to class.” she said.
“Let me show you to class.” Brendon offered holding his arm out for her to take.
“I’ll get lost first. . .you should follow my lead.” she snapped then walked away.
“What’s that suppose to mean?” Brendon asked his brow wrinkled in confusion.
“She’ll get lost. You’ll get lost like as in away from her. . .its an insult.” I explained to him.
“Oh. . .I knew that.” Brendon laughed and patted me on the shoulder.
“Don’t you like her? She’s bold.” he sighed.
“Maybe we should really be getting to class.” I responded.
My tardiness still granted me a call home.
There’s did too but. . .does a call matter if there’s no one to answer the phone.