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and kate tmrw is friday for you!

tmrw is thursday, retardo.
and i was hoping you would be online yesterday when i came home early, but noooooo :[ only bden. who is a wanker.
and on friday ill prolly be out late with the boys,
so it'll have to wait 'till my saturday.
i miss you soo fucking much.

love the update, btw

Am I the wanker?
:O

Ohhh Desiiiii ;]

I know what happens for like... the first 6 chapters XD
*shuts up*

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Originally posted by kgleninrainbows.:

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and kate tmrw is friday for you!

tmrw is thursday, retardo.
and i was hoping you would be online yesterday when i came home early, but noooooo :[ only bden. who is a wanker.
and on friday ill prolly be out late with the boys,
so it'll have to wait 'till my saturday.
i miss you soo fucking much.

love the update, btw

ohyeah!
i keept thinking it was wednesday here...
hahaha.

and yeah he is a wanker. :P
i love that boy so muchhh.

and okay :/
we shall talk soon i guess.
ilyyy.
and miss you
<3

K i'm gunna update in like ..20 minutes.

Desi
Desi
Desi
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Hi

hiii
-is updating right now-

Chapter 3



The door to the dorm room clicks shut behind Brendon. He lets out a sigh as he realizes he is, in fact, alone. Jon has gone to the other party and Brendon wishes he had gone with him instead of opting for a night with Ryan Ross.

He lazily slips out of his jacket, letting it fall to the floor. His head is spinning and he feels dizzy as he slides his shirt off with a bit of a struggle. Five beers was four too many; Brendon knows he can barely handle one, but Ryan just kept pushing beers into his hand. He struggles with the button of his pants but eventually gets them off, falling into a pool of fabric at his feet.

He stumbles forward but the bed catches his fall. Brendon doesn’t want to move. He’s dizzy and nauseous and he just can’t stop thinking about Ryan.
And now that he is feeling the effects of alcohol, he isn’t thinking about Ryan in the 'I-hate-you' way like he should be.

Ryan was such an ass to Brendon earlier but Brendon’s mind only seems to be thinking dirty things in his drunken state. Brendon curses himself; he should have just kissed him while he had the chance.

Brendon groans and shifts his body so he’s now lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling with a blank stare.

He feels lonely and horny and he suddenly can’t remember when the last time he got off was. All his drunken heart thinks is that it’s been way to long but his head is telling to stop thinking and picturing Ryan doing dirty things.

Brendon closes his eyes and rolls onto his side, listening to his head. He hugs one of his pillows close to his chest, thinking about everything that had happened back at the party. How is he going to be able to ever show his face on this campus again? By the morning he’s sure everyone will know about his encounter with Ryan Ross.

Humiliation. It's the last thing he needs.

A few tears leak from his eyes before he falls asleep.


--


It’s a little after two in the morning when Jon comes back to their dorm room. The night turned out to be more enjoyable than expected without Brendon. Jon had indulged in a few drinks, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle.

He finds Brendon curled up against his pillow, sound asleep. The bathroom light is on and a trashcan is placed next to his bed. He figures the boy drank too much earlier and either already threw up or felt like he was going too, but Jon didn’t expect him to be home this early. He thought for sure that Brendon would have stayed out until the early hours of the morning.

It’s then that Jon knows something happened.

He grabs the blanket at the foot of Brendon’s bed and tosses it over the boy’s almost naked body. Jon pushes back the hair on Brendon’s forehead and kisses his temple with deep affection.

Jon walks over to his side of the room to get ready for bed, but Brendon’s whiney voice stops him. “Jon?” His voice isn’t groggy; he’s been up this whole time.

“Yeah, man?”

“Ryan Ross is a fucking asshole.”


--


Jon spends the next hour listening to Brendon ramble on about all the events that happened earlier that night. Brendon is so upset over the whole thing that it hurts Jon to see him like this. They have been so close for so long that when it comes down to it, Jon feels like if someone cut Brendon, Jon is sure he would bleed as well.

“I’m so s-stupid,” Brendon cries, looking up at his best friend with a tear stained face.

Jon sighs, “Your not stupid Bren…” he rubs the boy's back
.
“Jon, I-I don’t feel too good,” Brendon sighs, resting his head on the man's shoulder.

His stomach is churning and his face is now paler than usual.
Jon reaches for the trash can just in time. Brendon grabs onto it for dear life and begins to empty the contents of his stomach and the alcohol in his system into the plastic can. He feels Jon’s warm hand on his bare back in an attempt to sooth him. He’s coughing and gagging loudly and is just wishing this would all be over with already. Brendon thinks he’s suffered enough already tonight.

Unfortunately, Brendon will have a hang over in the morning to remind of him of the night before.

The younger boy is shaking slightly once he finishes; the nasty taste of stomach acid fresh on his tongue. Jon takes the trashcan from him and places it on the floor.

“Lie down,” he murmurs, gently pushing Brendon down onto his back. The boy is crying as he pulls the cool sheets up and over his warm body.

“I’ll be right back. Go to sleep,” Jon stands up and picks up the trash can with a disgusted look on his face, nose wrinkled. He walks toward the door and gently shuts it behind him. The lights of the hallway are dim, one flickering slightly. He reaches the door that leads to the parking lot at the end of the hall. The big blue trash bin was in a corner and he slowly makes his way over.

However, he happens to bump into someone.

And that someone is Ryan Ross.

“Oh…sorry, Jon,” he says, shrugging slightly. He makes a face at the acidic smell coming from the trashcan.

“What are you doing here?” Jon snaps, shooting an angry glare at Ryan.
Ryan's reply comes, and to Jon's surprise, the boy looks apologetic. “I was just on my way to talk to someone,” he says.

“Brendon’s sleeping,” Jon says bitterly, causing Ryan’s eyes to double their normal size.

“You’re his dorm mate?”

Jon's eyes narrow, “I’m his best friend,” he spits out, feeling angrier by second. He has to put the trashcan down so he isn’t tempted to throw the vomit all over the pretty, skinny boy.

“Is he sick?” Ryan asks, raising an eyebrow and nodding towards the trashcan.

“He drank too much. He’ll be fine.”

Ryan bursts out laughing because to him it’s utterly absurd. Brendon didn’t even drink that much. The skinnier boy had just as much as Brendon did, and he wasn’t at all feeling drunk. A little buzzed maybe but definitely not drunk.

“What? He drank, like, five beers.”

Jon clenches his hands into fists. “He’s fucking eighteen, Ryan! And he’s a little guy. Of course he’s drunk… God you haven’t changed one bit.”

Ryan immediately silences and feels guilty for placing all those beers into Brendon’s hand. It was his fault the underage kid was like this.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, looking down at the black asphalt, ashamed.

“Sorry wasn’t good enough then and it still isn’t now. Stay the fuck away from him, Ryan. He’s a good kid. I won't let you ruin him like you ruined me.”

--


Well, well Ryan Ross seems to ruin everything he touches. When will the poor boy learn to keep his hands to himself?

Next update: Tomorrow.
and thanks so anyone who is reading and commenting this.
it gets better, i promise.
<3

OMG
Poor Brenny
BACKSTORY MUCH?

This is really good, Desi i love your fanfic ability.

grrrrrr.
I need to know what happens.
And Ryan is still an arse.

omfg
Cliffhanger!
I wonder what happens.....
I liked the ending!
this fic is awesome!
ur an awesome writer, 2.

-bumps-
update in like 5.

yaaaay!

Chapter 4


Brendon wakes up the next morning to muffled shouts just outside the door. Ryan and Jon have been in the hall for the past half-hour, shouting at each other, and it isn't helping Brendon's headache at all. The dull pounding and fatigue that accompanies a hangover perfectly shakes through his head like a freight train.

“None of it was my fault!” Ryan yells, his voice stained and Brendon’s pretty sure he’s crying.

“Your such a fucking liar, Ross!” Jon shouts and Brendon can hear him gasping for air.

“I was drunk, Jon I--"

“--Just fuck off Ryan! I don’t want to hear it!” Jon screams and reaches for the doorknob.

“Fine! But you can’t keep me away from Brendon. Just because we’re done, doesn’t mean I can’t be his friend.”

Brendon scoffs and thinks Ryan’s out of his mind if he wants to try and be friend with him again. Even if he is the most gorgeous thing he’s ever laid eyes on, he isn’t going to give into Ryan’s false charm.

“Friends? Are you fucking out of your mind?! You humiliated him you dumbfuck! Why would he be friends with you after that!?”

Brendon smiled and nods his head.

You go, Jon Walker!

However, to Brendon’s disappointment, his voice is just a whisper now and he can’t hear anything that Ryan is saying to Jon.

“Because I’m Ryan Ross and can get whoever the fuck I want. You get in my way and I promise you Jon Walker, you will be done for,” Ryan whispers angrily, poking Jon in the chest.

Jon doesn’t know what to say, mostly because he knows the boy is right. Ryan has so much shit on everyone; their reputations could be ruined for the rest of their lives.

“You as to so much as speak one word to him Walker, I swear to God.”

Jon swallows hard and hangs his head in defeat. There really isn’t anything he can do now. “I wont. I promise,” he whispers, staring down at the ugly red carpet that lines the halls of the dorms.

“Good decision," Ryan smiles a fake, forced, smile, but somehow it's still attractive. "Now go in there and tell Brendon that I stopped by and wanted to apologize. He should stop by the house later. If I don’t see him--"

“--I know,” Jon snaps, glaring at Ryan.

“Alright. Put in a good word in for me,” Ryan smirks and begins to walk away. Jon glares at him as he walks and flips him the bird.
“Right back at you,” Ryan calls over his shoulder and Jon stands there with his mouth agape.

Brendon Urie is done for.


--


“But he’s such a dick!” Brendon argues and catches the shirt Jon throws at his face.

“No he’s not," Jon argues in defense for which he hates himself, "That’s just his way of flirting. He like’s you,” Jon informs him.

Brendon hates that his heart for skipping a beat.

“…Really?” he asks suspiciously, not quite sure if should believe Jon or not.

Jon rolls his eyes as Brendon concentrates on pulling his jeans on. He can’t believe he’s letting Brendon fall for this, let alone willingly putting his best friend on the line instead of himself. “Yeah, he said you’re a fine piece of ass.”

Jon sees Brendon blush and he really, really hates Ryan Ross’s guts right now.

The younger boy stands up straight and flattens out his hair, his hands twitching slightly with nerves. As his pale fingers rake through his dark mane, Brendon's eyes are filled with self-consciousness, his tooth gnawing on his bottom lip.

“Do I look okay?” he asks innocently.

God, Ryan’s going to eat him alive.

“You look good. Just go,” Jon urges wanting to get this over and done with already.

“Right,” Brendon nods and heads towards the door.

Jon watches sadly because he knows Brendon is going to be a completely different person soon. Ryan will turn him into a partying bastard, who wants to have sex all the time. Not to mention he’ll probably convince the kid to become a Kappa Tau, just so Ryan has him closer.

Oh Jon Walker knows exactly how it will happen and he knows how it will all end.

--


Brendon walks up the cement path to the giant front door of the Kappa Tau’s house. As he walks up the last step, the front door opens and there stands the one and only Ryan Ross, over looking the threshold. A pang of embarrassment and hurt shocks through Brendon, as it sends reminders of the previous night through his mind.

“Brendon!” Ryan beams and runs over, jumping onto the smaller boy and wrapping his arms tightly around him.

Brendon laughs at Ryan's apparent enthusiasm, “Hey,” he greets him and hugs the skinnier boy back.

He lets go of Brendon, a sad apologetic look on his face. Too bad Brendon doesn’t know its all an act, as happy butterflies run riot on his insides. “I’m sorry. I was a jerk last night, and that was such a wrong thing for me to do. So I want to make it up to you,” Ryan smiles.

There’s something about Ryan’s smile that makes Brendon feel a bit uneasy, but God, he’s just so gorgeous that Brendon just returns his smile and nods his head, already falling under Ryan’s spell.

Ryan feels excitement building up in him.

“How’s dinner sound?” he asks, throwing Brendon the bait.

Brendon doesn’t even try and fight the grin off his face, “Dinner sounds great.”

Ryan begins to reel him in.

And this is the end of Brendon Urie, as we know him.


--



Yeah, short update :/ srry.
but since i'm just basically posting this and not really writing anything other than this i was thinking of starting another fic, which i might get started on tonight. but who knows.
it wont be slash though. i know that for sure.
anyways.
goodnight to you all in america.
good morning er afternoon to the rest of you i guess.
and kate, happy friday.
ily.
we'll talk tmrw.
<3

goooood dat was goooooooood