Yes, I'm back!
because kate came back.
so thank herr.

butttt
I missed you all
this is currently a work in progress and has been posted on slash at the disco.
I'll be updating everyday, for the next 15 days because that's how many chapters i have written so far.
anyways.
its a ryden.
I'm thinking of writing something non-slash but we'll see how that goes.
anyways.
without further ado.


I'm pretty sure michelle is a boardie, but i don't remember her bn
anyways she made this banner.

and kate has beta'd this whole thing.
it wouldn't have been possible without her.
so thank you love
<3

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Chapter 1

Las Vegas sunshine sneaks its way through the tightly closed blinds that overlook the bed of one Brendon Urie. The young boy, barely a man at the ripe age of eighteen, stretches out of the small ball his body had curled into during sleep. He lets out a yawn, arms stretching above his head as his back arches up off the bed in a beautiful curve.

Brendon's excitement hits him with force just like the fresh morning air that hits him when he tosses the covers off with dramatic fatigue. It’s the first day of college and Brendon is rather enthusiastic to get going. Well, more excited than his dorm mate, Jonathan Walker. The scruffy looking junior is still fast asleep; mouth unattractively agape. Brendon holds back an amused laugh as he sits up in bed, stretching his arms once more.

“Jon,” Brendon calls, trying to bring the man back to life, but all he gets is a groan and the finger, held by an arm feebly lifted off the bed.
Jon burries his face deeper into his pillow.

“Fuck off, Urie,” he mumbles, pulling the warm sheets up to his chin.

“It’s time to get up, Walker . Class starts in an hour,” Brendon informs him, hopping out of bed and making his way to his modestly sized closet.

He opens up the small closet in search of a decent outfit for his first day, though technically it's not his first day on the campus of UNLV. Brendon has been living at school for almost a week now, getting to know both the campus and the students attending. Brendon has known Jon since high school; they’ve been best friends ever since Jon volunteered to help the poor boy locate his locker on Brendon’s rather awkward first day of high school.

“Jon, seriously. Don’t make me come over there,” Brendon threatens when he hears no signs of movement, in search of his plain red shirt. He finds it and proceeds to pull it off the hanger and onto his bare chest.

Brendon turns around to find Jon still curled up in bed, comfortably under the covers. He grabs the closest pillow and takes aim at Jon’s head.
“Fucker,” Jon mutters sullenly but finally drags himself out of bed.

Brendon has his pants on and is now in the small adjacent bathroom, brushing his perfectly straight teeth, courtesy of three of a mouth full of metal in High School. He leans closer to the sink and spits out the mint flavoured, blue saliva in his mouth. Jon lazily trudges into the bathroom, his brown mane a tangled mess. Brendon rinses off his toothbrush and turns off the water.

“You couldn’t wait until I was done?” Brendon asks, even though he already knows the answer.

“No,” Jon says. He finishes taking a piss, flushes the toilet and pads back out to get dressed. They were best friends and were comfortable with themselves around each other. To say the least, they had seen each other naked plenty of times.

“Hey Bren, did you want to go to that party tonight?”

Brendon never really has been one to party, either because the lifestyle just never suited, or whenever he did he would end up making a drunken fool out of himself. Perhaps the latter is more fitting, but a party did sound like fun…not to mention he can’t even remember the last time he made-out with a cute guy.

All of Brendon’s friends know he’s gay but he still hasn’t come out to his family. He just can’t bring himself to disappoint his parents. He’s their only son, they don’t need another daughter, but sometimes he just wishes he had enough balls to tell them; show his parents the real him.

“Yeah, sounds good, but I got to run.” Brendon grabs his backpack and slings it over his shoulder, waving to his best friend before heading out the door.

The hallway is crowded with tired and most likely hungover students. Brendon manages to quickly weave his way through them all and out the doors that lead to the campus. He walks in the direction of his first class: creative writing.

He figures since he’s a music major, creative writing might do him some good and help him out in the near future. But Brendon has an ominous feeling in his gut that he’s going to end up failing the class.
Brendon enters the lecture hall, gripping the strap of his backpack tightly.

The class is already starting to fill up, all the good seats in the back already taken. Brendon takes a moment to remind himself that this is no longer High School, and seating plans don't really dominate excellence. He lets out a sigh and walks towards the empty seats at the front of the room. He takes a step up to the middle of the front row, taking a seat and placing his backpack on the space in front of him.

Class starts in about five minutes and lasts for almost two hours, and even though he’s just sat down, Brendon is already having a hard time sitting still. This early in the morning, Brendon decides, is not the best time for a creative writing class.

Minutes later, the Professor walks over the door, ready to close it shut and begin. Before she can, a skinny hand stops the door and mutters a, “Sorry.” The professor rolls her eyes, but lets the body that belongs to the hand enter the lecture hall.

Brendon’s eyes almost pop out of his head, as the rest of the late boy enters, revealing that he is absolutely gorgeous. The young man looks a little older than Brendon, he has on a tight pair of jeans that hug his sharp hipbones perfectly. His baby blue V-neck is tight on his small frame; a canvas colored messenger bag is slung over his shoulder. His hair is a slightly lighter shade than Brendon’s dark brown hair, and his eyes are glued to the floor.

Said young man finally looks up from the ground in search of an empty seat. His eyes meet Brendon’s and the young boys heart skips a beat because, Christ, his eyes are a beautiful shade of hazel. The lanky boy walks towards the steps and makes his way to the row Brendon is seated in and takes the only empty seat right next to him.
Brendon just can’t believe his luck.

The boy's lips curl up into a small grin as he places his messenger bag next to Brendon’s backpack with a significant look, and Brendon returns his smile, trying to take his eyes off the boy. Brendon is delighted, as they spend the next two hours jotting down notes and sharing small smiles every now and then.

The class begins to come to an end and, thank god, because Brendon’s hand felt like it was going to fall off. He is a bit sad, however, because that means leaving the gorgeous boy that is seated beside him. He still doesn’t know his name, but he’s determined to find out.

"…But we'll save that until next lesson," The professor informs the class before announcing, "That concludes today's lecture. Catch you guys next week,” Brendon doesn’t understand how she can stand there and teach for two hours straight.

Students around the theatre begin shoving their belongings into their backpacks, as well as Brendon, who is only doing so absent mindedly, being way too focused on the gorgeous creature seated beside him.
Said gorgeous creature notices.

“Can I help you?”

Oh god, his voice is even amazing. No, no, more like orgasmic.
“Uh, no… sorry, I was just-never mind.” Brendon feels lame and embarrassed. His cheeks burn red and his ears are on fire. Way to make a first impression.

The young man laughs slightly and holds out his hand. “I’m Ryan Ross,” he smiles.

Brendon sees it; he looks like a Ryan. He places his hand into Ryan’s, giving it a firm shake. “Brendon Urie,” he smiles back, reluctantly letting go of his hand so that he doesn’t seem too eager.

Ryan stands up and slings his messenger bag over his shoulder.

“What’s your major?” Ryan questions, as Brendon stands up and grabs his backpack.

“Music," Brendon answers abruptly with a hint of enthusiasm coloring his voice, "It’s my first year. What about you?”

Ryan grins and walks toward the door, motioning for Brendon to follow. “English lit, third year,” Ryan beams, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes. A grey colored bracelet falls a little way up his stick thin wrist, a thinner rainbow colored hemp bracelet secured tightly around the same wrist.

“Are you in a Fraternity?” Brendon asks curiously. It was a bit hard to believe, but why else would he be sporting a Phi Kappa Tau bracelet?

“Oh yeah! I’m the President of Kappa Tau,” he says with confidence, adjusting his messenger bag slightly.

Just Brendon’s luck. The gorgeous boy is way out of his league.
“Really?” Brendon asks, trying not to sound too disappointed.

“Yeah," Ryan replies genuinely. "You know," he says at length, "We’re having a party tonight and you’re totally welcome to come,” he flashes Brendon that amazing smile of his.

“Yeah, that, um, sounds like fun,” Brendon nods his head and tells Ryan he’ll see him tonight.

And maybe, just maybe, Ryan isn’t too far out of Brendon's league after all.

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Next update: Tomorrow.

let me know what you thinkk.
I really did miss you guys.
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p.s. i think you should all go and vote for desi for being most obsessed with Brendon.
because i obviously am

This message has been edited. Last edited by: Desi Rae Storm™,

I liked it!
And I missed you!
lolz.

hey I'm new-very new-try like two miniutes. Lolz. But this is like freggin amazing. I luverz it!

okay we could only ever come back as a team,
as a unit!
ROFL.
so this story seems unfamiliar...
you know how much i love it
ily2 bb!

hi guysss.
-waves-
and new boardie.

thank youu.
but i don't think i'll post another update until i get some more readers.
and kate tmrw is friday for you!
so you better get on and talk to me after school
<3

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this is cute so far

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Please?

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Chapter 2


Jon sits on the edge of his bed, across from Brendon with a look of amusement on his handsome face.

“You, Brendon Urie, got invited to a Phi Kappa Tau party?”

Brendon rolls his eyes and nods his head for the last time, because Jon has asked him this same question twice already. Why is it so hard to believe that he’s been invited to a Frat part? Okay so maybe, just maybe, he does spend all of his time playing video games, guitar and studying. But does that make him a loser?

…Alright maybe it does, but hey, Brendon’s enjoying it.

“By Ryan-fucking-Ross? The President of Phi Kappa Tau?” Jon questions.

“Yes Jon! Okay, for the last fucking time, yes!” Brendon jumps off the edge of his bed and throws his arms up in frustration.

Jon, however, still isn’t completely convinced. “Seriously?”

The younger of the two lets out a loud, frustrated groan. He takes in a deep sigh before letting out, “Yes, Jon.”

Jon is finally convinced but is also a tad bit jealous that Brendon, of all people, got invited to one of their parties and he didn’t.

Kappa Tao’s parties are supposed to be beyond epic.

“That’s so not fair! It’s your first day here and you’ve already been invited to a Kappa Tao party," he pauses before admitting, "I haven’t even been to one!” Jon pouts and flops down on his back into the soft bed beneath him.

Brendon smiles to himself, sliding off his bed. “Really? I thought you of all people would have been to one.”

“Shut the fuck up, Urie. I don’t even know why Ross invited you. He just met you. I guess you’re a fine piece of ass or something,” Jon mumbled, rolling his eyes.

Brendon laughs slightly and pulls his shirt off over his head. There is no way he is going to show up at this party with the same clothes on that Ryan had seen him earlier.

“Oh I know I’m a fine piece of ass,” Brendon smirks earning a glare from Jon’s direction.

“Really, now? Is that why you’re still a virgin?”

The smirk on Brendon’s face disappears completely, a slight frown replaces it. The only reason he hasn’t had sex yet is because he just hasn’t found the right person. Sure, he’s had his fair share of boyfriends, most of whom all left him because he refused sex. But Brendon has morals, unlike some people. He comes from a religious, Mormon, family and even though he gave up on the faith long ago, he still believes that his body shouldn’t be shared with everyone.

But Brendon thinks that Ryan Ross might just make him think a bit differently on that matter.

“Very funny,” Brendon mumbles, grabbing his red and grey stripped t-shirt. It’s a little big and makes him look a lot smaller than he actually is, but it’s his favorite shirt.

“Ryan is gay right?” Brendon asks uncertainly, because he’s been thinking about this all afternoon. He slips into his beige corduroy blazer.

“Yeah, he is… but Bren, be careful okay? Ryan might not be the person you think he is,” Jon warns.
Brendon looks at him confused. What could be so bad about Ryan?

Brendon's brows furrow lightly, “What are you talking about?” he asks hesitantly. He isn’t quite sure if he wants to hear what Jon has to say or not.

“I don’t know, Bren. It’s just weird that he randomly invited you like that. He’s pretty experienced. I just don’t want him to use you.” Jon shrugs in a way that says 'sorry bud, but it’s probably true.'

“Well, thanks for the concern. And I’ll be careful.”

Jon stands up and walks over to Brendon, pulling him into a brotherly hug. At the end of the night Jon knows he’s probably going to have to mend the poor boys broken heart, but he wants Brendon to realize why Ryan is asking him to the party in the first place.

Jon ruffles his hair. “I’ll see you later, kid.”

And with a nod and a grin, Brendon makes his way to the house of the Kappa Tau’s.

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Brendon walks the short distance towards the house that contains all the young men who belong to Phi Kappa Tau. He can see the house right up ahead and the music is so loud that Brendon can hear it perfectly from where he is at; a block away. He knows he's gonna have headache by the end of the night.

Bunches of people are scattered across the lawn, beers in hand. Brendon slips his hands into the pockets of his blazer, casually looking around for Ryan’s beautiful face. It was dark outside and Brendon is having a hard time seeing people clearly. He turns to face the small set of stairs that are illuminated by small bulbs reflecting onto them.

As if on cue, the front door opens, revealing a smiling Ryan Ross with a Corona in hand, looking like a fucking man god.

Brendon decides then that has died and gone to heaven.

“Brendon!” Ryan yells, holding his beer up and walking towards the boy.
Brendon’s heart is pounding hard against his chest and he’s afraid if Ryan gets to close, he’ll hear it. Or worse, it’ll just burst completely.

“H-hey,” Brendon stutters as Ryan pulls him into a one armed hug.

“You actually came,” Ryan smiles and hands him the Corona in his hand, “Drink up,” he says and grabs another beer out of the hands of, whom Brendon guesses is another Kappa Tau member, brining it to his thin lips.

“Ryan!” Some random voice calls from within the crowds on the front lawn. Ryan finishes taking a sip from his beer and smiles at the sound of his name being called.

“Come on," Ryan insists, "Theirs some people you should meet,” he says, nodding towards whom Brendon presumes are his friends.

Oh, who is kidding? Ryan is the fucking President of the most popular fraternity on campus. Everyone knows who he is and wants to be his best friend.

Ryan Ross owns the fucking campus.

As the two walk over to a crowd, the circle seems to magically open without even glancing back at them. It's like the students can feel his presence. Brendon walks alongside Ryan, and he secretly wishes he was that cool.

He clears his throat, “Everyone, this is Brendon!” Ryan announces to the group, his hand on Brendon’s shoulder.

“Brendon!” They all great him at the same exact time, holding their beers up in the air. He’s a bit taken a back by their loudness but at the same time feels creeped out. It was as if they rehearsed it or something.

He spends the next hour and a half talking to people he doesn’t even know. He can’t even remember anyone’s names, half the time Brendon's not entirely sure that they even introduced themselves. But Ryan is thankfully right by his side the whole time. Ryan seems to be showing him off to everyone and a few beers later, Brendon begins to feel more confident with himself.

“You want another?” Ryan asks, but hands Brendon his fifth beer anyways. The younger one just smiles and leans closer to Ryan, looking up at him with lust filled eyes.

“Let’s go talk some place quieter,” Brendon says, tracing the soft fabric of Ryan’s shirt clad chest. Ryan laughs and brushes his hand away with graceful ease.

“We can talk here,” Ryan says with an air of casual authority. “Whatever you want to say to me, you can say in front of everyone else.”

Multiple pupils seem to be on Brendon, but that doesn’t tell his inebriated brain to stop, because he’s about to do something stupid.

“Your cute,” Brendon slurs slightly, leaning into Ryan. Ryan raises an eyebrow at him and there are a few choked back laughs from the people surrounding them.

“We should totally make-out,” Brendon grins drunkenly and Ryan just laughs as if it’s the funniest thing he’s heard all night. He steps closer to the younger boy, looking down at him.
Ryan’s face is so close their noses are almost brushing and his breath is warm against his lips as he speaks, “You think so?”

Brendon gives him a half smile. “Yeah,” he says softly.

Ryan smiles and leans in a bit. Brendon closes his eyes blissfully, but to his disappointment Ryan backs away as fast as he can and Brendon just can’t stop himself from falling flat on his face with a loud oomph.

“Wrong answer,” Ryan says coldly and the whole place erupts with laughter.

The younger boy's face blushes crimson, almost as red as his shirt. Brendon’s never been this humiliated in his entire life. He feels like crying but that would probably make everything ten times worse. So he fights back his tears as Ryan kneels down in front of him, lifting his chin up and forcing Brendon to look at him.

“I invited you here tonight because I thought you were Phi Kappa Tau material…thought maybe you’d like to pledge. But you obviously had other ideas. I’m not interested.”

Brendon's crushed, his insides churning with disappointment and embarrassment. He's humiliated, and what makes it worse is that Ryan is keeled over, speaking to him like a child or a piece of dirt. Brendon squirms and looks away but Ryan grabs back onto his chin, shaking his head and laughing at him in an amused fashion.

“What made you think I was interested in you anyway? You’re a fucking horny, 18-year-old freshmen. A loser, Brendon. That’s what you are.. And I’m Ryan Ross. I’m the President and fucking run this fraternity. But we can make you something Brendon. The Kappa Tau’s will forever change your life…so what do you say?”

Ryan Ross has some fucking nerve. Brendon glares angrily at him and picks himself up off the grass, anger filling his chest.

Brendon is going to get the last word.

“I say you and all the other Kappa Tau’s can suck my fucking dick! I-“

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Ryan smirks, crossing his arms and everyone sniggers.

Brendon clenches his eyes, as he should have seen that one coming. He just can’t win. Tears are prickling at his eyes and he shakes his head, avoiding Ryan’s gaze.

“I hate you,” he whispers and begins to walk away.

“You’ll grow to love me,” Ryan calls after him but Brendon just keeps on walking, shaking his head with bitter resentment. He's going to hate Creative Writing.

“Oh and Brendon?”

The young boy stops and glances over his shoulder at the sound of Ryan's voice. It doesn’t even sound melodic anymore; Brendon feels like all of the senses Ryan perked up have been dulled.

“Don’t fall too hard for me.”

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More tomorrow.

WOW

badryan

Ryan's an ass.
But I liked it.

i know he is.
:/

but i'm glad you liked it
more tomorrow.

yaaaay!
about more tomorrow!
lolz.

that is so effing sad
D:
poor brendon!
He wouldn't have even done that if he wasn't
drunk.
ryro is mean. [ in this story LOL ]
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