tight dresses and leather jackets || ryan ross + brendon urie HS

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ryan and brendon have been, are, and always will be inseparable. connected at the hip. best friends. anyone could tell you that. no one understood why, except for the two. ryan, the pretty boy, and brendon, the bad boy. everyone thought they were dating. were they?

ryan ross was awoken by his father in the  morning, the day school started after winter break. to be completely honest, ryan thought his winter break was real shitty. brendon had to go to colorado, and ryan was stuck in their boring old hometown. so, for the majority of the time, ryan wrote songs. some were about brendon, some had no meaning at all. his dream, was to definitely become a music artist. so was brendon's, but they were only juniors in high school, they didn't worry about that.
ryan quickly got out of bed, trying to find his black dress. he thought it would be appropriate. he took it off the hook, sliding it on. it showed off his curves, for he had a very girlish figure. he slid on leggings as well, along with a maroon cardigan. he combed up his hair, smiling at himself in the mirror. he put on a bit of mascara and highlighter, which is all he felt was needed. ryan put on some white converse, and out the door he went.

brendon woke up around 30 minutes later than he was supposed to, but he was not yet late for school. luckily for him, he lived right next to the school. brendon rolled out of bed, and onto the ground. stumbling to get up, he walked groggily to his closet, trying to find a plain white t shirt. he put on ghe first one he could find, and black jeans, along with whatever shoes he found. he ran his fingers through his hair, coughed a bit, slid on his leather jacket, and out the door he went, jogging to school. he have fifteen minutes to get there, it would take him about eight if he was running.

ryan was getting a few things out of his locker, when he turned around to see a lightly glowing brendon, he was glistening with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. " hey, bren!" ryan smiled fondly at his best friend. he had to look up slightly, but it wasnt a big deal. brendon smiled, giving ryan a hug. " wanna come over tonight? im not busy, and ive missed you," brendon said gently. ryan quickly nodded, jumping slightly. " oh brendon, ive missed you so much! i dont know what my gay ass would do without youu." he grinned, the smile spreading from ryans to brendons. seeing ryan happy, always immediately made brendon just as happy. " me too, ryro." brendon said happily. " you look really pretty today, ryan!" brendon exclaimed, taking in ryans appearance. ryans cheeks were suddenly a rose red, as he looked down, covering his now blushed cheeks. " thank you, brendon. cmon, lets get to math." he mumbled, grabbing brendons hand and walking slowly to first period.

first period was brendons favorite, math. mostly because their teacher was fucking hilarious. secondly because their teacher didnt give a fuck about what they did, as long as they did the homework. with a whistle leaving his lips, brendon turned around to see ryan and some kid, dallon, flirting heavily. ryan was face front and dallon was turned around, a blush on his face, talking to the pretty boy. brendon heart immediately boiled in anger, jealousy in his eyes. brendon carefully eyed the boy, dallon, before sliding up next to ryan.
" so, whos this?" brendon asked ryan, just as dallon was asking if ryan would like to go to the movies tonight. ryan replied with a " sure! " and brendon almost felt his heart stop. " ryan, but, were supposed to hang out today.." he mumbled, looking away. ryan frowned. " brenny, im going on a date though?" and brendon just nodded, unable to say anything, and slid back onto his regular seat. brendon hated being ignored, especially by his best friend, so why did he feel so betrayed? so hurt? he had no idea, but he wanted to punch dallon in his face.
next period, ryan happily chirped " hello " to brendon, but brendon just walked faster, not even grunting to acknowledge him. ryan shoved brendon lightly against the lockers. " what the fuck is wrong with you?" ryan questioned, hurt in his eyes. brendon laughed. " the thought of dallon pressing up your tight little dress. thats whats wrong." he growled, walking to art. ryan was shocked to say the least. he stood there for a moment, not knowing what to say. he just followed brendon, they had the same class anyways. he frowned. " what?" ryan yelled, trying to get brendon to pay attention, but it didnt work at all. didnt even make him flinch.
brendon was so glad his back was facing ryan, or he wouldnt be able to take it. his emotions were wild, that is true. brendons thoughts ranged from him touching ryan under his dress, to dallon, to how much he wanted to scream from jealousy. he loved ryan, thats for sure, but brendon isnt gay, thats what he has always told himself, always. so, being attracted to ryan, and being that protective over him, was just a friendship thing, right? he had seen girl best friends act sort of like that, so why couldnt he? brendon let a few tears fall from his tear ducts before wiping his eyes. he hated that he was crying, he hated crying in general, and the fact that a biy made him cry terrified him. he was scared, to be honest. he didnt know it was possible for him to like a guy, let alone his best friend. he wondered what ryan was doing. possibly making out with dallon. brendon didnt get it. was he not good enough? he hated himself for being this jealous, but he pictured ryan as his territory.
brendon quickly slipped into his seat in art, as far away from where ryan usually sits as he possibly could. brendon put in his earbuds and blasted his music on high, drowning out every noise going on in the outside world, and in his head. he felt a presence slid next to him, but he very strongly ignored it, looking down at his project that he was supposed to be working on. it had the head of the bull, and the body of a fairy. brendon shrugged and got out oil pastels, choosing a pastel brownish color for the bulls head. suddenly, his headphones were ripped out of his ears. brendon looked up, a fierce look in his eyes. " what the actual fuck do you think youre doing? " he whisper shouted at ryan, who had a look of sorrow in his eyes. he put the headphones in his shirt, so brendon couldnt get them. " you are not getting these back until you tell me why youre so pissed at me! you do not have the right to parade me around like im yours, am i not allowed to have a little fun?!" ryan exclaimed, tears pricking up into his brown eyes. " i love you brendon, youre my best friend! you have no right, to treat me like this." he said a bit more shakily. he sighed softly, but looked at him impatiently, waiting for an answer.
brendon sighed. " you blew me off, ryan! we had plans! ive missed you, yknow. youre not just some kid, youre my best friend. yeah you are mine. my best friend. you should have seen the look he gave me, ry! its like he wanted to destroy our friendship. i dont want that to happen." brendon said sheepishly, frowning. "how could you blow me off like that? did you forget that i existed or something?" brendon shook his head, shaking it off. " whatever, can i have my earbuds back?" he said, in a tone that ryan could not percieve.
ryan shook his head. " no. now, yeah brendon, i didnt think it would be that big of a deal, alright? you didnt seem too happy that we were hanging out in the first place, so i assumed you would not care that much! i was excited that someone was actually excited to hang out with me, that someone actually wanted to! so, sorry if i want to have fun!" ryan huffed.
brendon looked up at ryan. " what, am i not good enough for you anymore?" he whispered shakily. ryans jaw quickly dropped open. " bren, thats not what i was saying. i.." he whispered, shaking his head. " god, brendon. no. youre everything i could ask for in a best friend! " ryan laughed. " we can hang out tommorow. heres your headphones, bren." he said quietly, tossing his the pieces of plastic, then sliding down next to him and silently working on his art.
next period for ryan was music. thank god, that was one period he loved. mysic was his one escape from everything shitty that was going on in the world. in music, they had until the end of the school year to compose and write a full song that would be put on the schools album of the year, and ryan was already stressing about it. he had a few chords he would like to incorporate into the song, but he didnt know what exactly the strum pattern would be or anything like that. ryan shut his eyes tightly for a moment, thinking. thats what the majority of music class would be for the rest of the year, so thats what they were working on today. ryan strummed some chords in no particular order, humming to himself softly. this isnt how he usually writes songs. he usually writes lyrics first, then forms a sequence of chords to work around it. he didnt like this, so he set down his guitar, and got out a notebook and pencil, biting his lip tightly. he slowly wrote down the words, middle of the page, i know the worlds a broken bone, but melt your headaches call it home. he had no clue what that meant to him, but he was sure it would find a meaning quite quickly. he just sat there for a while, thinking about brendon. ryan was loved the nighttime, the moon, stars. whereas brendon loved the daytime, the sun and clouds. polar opposites to each other, yet the earth or whatever was going on to make people come together, decided brendon and ryan would go well together in life. dont get it wrong, they loved each other dearly, but when they got into horrid fights, it usually ended up with yelling and toxic thoughts, and brendon getting high as shit, to not feel anything.
meanwhile, brendon was in language arts, headphones in once again. they were reading romeo and juliet. how much basic could their school get? brendon had read this play so many times he could quote at least half of it, sohe just snuck out his phone, looking through twitter. nothing interesting. he looked at ryans twitter for a moment. he laughed quietly to himself and shut off his phone, looking around the classroom.
the teachers voice was an annoying one, and not for a particular reason, only because it just simply was. there was not a huge difference between anyone in that classroom. the students. were either all reading, playing on their phones, or passing notes for the students who didnt have phones. the teacher was putting grades into the online gradebook. brendon glanced at dallon, who was smiling down at his phone, which confused brendon, for two reasons. he had his arm around this girl, brendon didnt know her name, and because they were both laughing. brendon stared at them until the girl noticed, nudging dallon. dallon glared right back at brendon, and brendon just laughed it off and turned around, but his heart was pouding. the only thing he wanted to do was punch him in the face.
the day went by fairly quickly, and annoyingly boring without brendon by ryans side.
ryan had no motivation to do anything without brendon, but he was determined to go on that date with that boy, even if he didn't like him at all. he didn't understand why brendon was so mad, but it made him upset. they usually waited for each other near ryans locker, but ryan didn't stop by his own locker today, he just went right by brendon, walking out the door.

brendons emotions were very mixed to say the least. he didn't understand why ryan was acting like this, but it was tearing him to shreds. he hummed a thne to himself, opening his locker, grabbing his coat and folder, then closing said locker and walking out, heading towards his house.
ryan met dallon outside of the school, a smiling mess. " um, hey. i actually cant make it tonight, i have to do something," ryan said gently, biting his lower lip gently, looking up at the quite tall boy. dallon rolled his eyes, but nodded. " okay, well, is tommorow okay then?" dallon suggested, and ryan nodded. " yeah, 'course. i just had plans with brendon that i forgot about. im sorry." he smiled, and then turned, walking towards his own house. luckily, ryan had a plan.
the time was 5:34 pm, and brendon was laying on his bed, tears down his cheeks, splashing onto his homework. he wad incredibly stressed, and his parents hadnt contacted him since they went on the trip. brendon just, wasnt coping well with life in general. if he was honest with himself, he hadnt eaten in 8 days, since he went on the trip. he had just been so busy, he forgot. no one has noticed anything, though. brendon got up, sliding off his shirt. he felt icky from crying. he then, heard a knock at his door. he sighed, jogging down the stairs and opened the door to reveal a shy ryan, with a little red flower in his hand. " ryan? " brendon questioned. " arent you supposed to be, yknow, on a date?" he said, a confused frown on his face. ryan shook his head, a small smile on his face. "im a dick, but i canceled it. i missed you a  lot, and i just told dallon i had other plan that i had to do. and um, i brought you a lil flower." he smiled, handing the flower to brendon. brendon laughed, and slid the flower in his own hair, stepping aside. " well, cmon in then."

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