Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> Panic! At The Disco
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What if, I wanted to tell you everything I ever felt, but I was too afraid to say it to your face?
What if, I actually did have feelings for you but I blew it away? What if, I had lied to you about
everything I thought I knew I felt just to be able to show myself that I'm not like that. What if
today I had finally decided to tell you this, to tell you everything, what would you do?
“Ryan Ross?” Mr. Kokonis asked out. The senior who was sitting in the middle of the
classroom lifted his head up and looked up at his English history teacher. The young boy was
occupying himself with a normal-size copybook that was not made for writing notes about his class.
The brown haired boys with bangs under his eyes seemed to have not left for days and when you looked
upon his physical attire, he hadn't seem to have eaten as much either. The fragile figured student
slowly closed his book at the sound of his name, reaching for his bag and dropping the book in it.
The teacher, still awaiting the answer, did not look amused by Ryan's comportment. He coughed a
little, showing his impatience and waited till Ryan Ross answered.
“Yes?” Ryan Ross answered his teacher finally.
“Why Mr. Ross must you always write down your own personal notes in my class and never work on
your history nor do you listen?” Mr. Kokonis asked him quite strictly. Ryan gulped the ball of
nervousness in his throat and simply answered him, “I just do”, and with that the bell
announced the end of the day. Ryan Ross quickly gathered his belongings into his bag and left by the
time the end of the bell was done ringing.
“Ryan!” Ryan turned around to find his friend Brendon running after him. He stopped to
wait up for him and once Brendon catch up, they both walked through the halls of their high school,
bombarded with hundreds of students. The two boys went to their lockers, collecting the necessary
for the night, witch, in both cases were only their personal books. Ryan and Brendon walked through
the doors of the school and outside, revealing a wonderful sunny warm day.
“See, school prives us from the days we could spend outside just walking on a day like
this.” Ryan declared to his friend who approved by a nod.
“What about rainy days?” Brendon asked.
“Those we could go to school only.”
“Or sleep” Brendon replied to his friend.
“Yes Brendon, or sleep” Ryan laughed and nudged his friend by the shoulder.
“So Ryan, what are you doing tonight?”
“Uhh… I don't know, I'll probably just stay home for the night. I'm pretty tired
history bores me.”
“Ohh I see, well fine then, if you ever want to come over, just ring the bell I'll be home all
night too” Brendon said.
“Ryan,” The boy gritted his teeth at the sound of his name. What was with people and
constantly calling him out? Ryan turned over from his bed, falling down on the floor with a loud
thud. Lazily, he got up from his fall and walked out of his room and towards the staircase.
He looked down upon seeing his father staring at him as if he knew what was going to come out of his
“Ryan, did you do your chores?” Ryan thought for a moment and proceeded in responding to
“Ryannn, you know I hate it when you promise you'll do your chores and then your
mother and I are stuck doing them for you. Why can't you just do them like every body else
“You never even do homework. Son, I don't even think you know what the word homework is
anymore.” Ryan didn't say anything for he knew that he was right.
“I'll do them after supper, I promise”
“Forget it Ryan, don't make any empty promises anymore. Your mom and I e'll do `em later. Go
finish whatever it is you were doing.” His father ordered him in an
I'm-fed-up-with-you-never-finishing-up-what-you-do-so-whatever, way. Ryan retreated to his room,
closing the door and flopping on his bed. He closed his eyes deciding to rest for a moment.
Ryan opened his eyes and scanned the room for what was causing the noise. He looked up on his desk,
seeing his phone vibrating and turning around in circles, soon falling down on the floor. Ryan
hurried up to the phone looking for who'd be texting him at the time. He looked at the time; 5:34
pm he grumbled and opened the phone, revealing a text from Brendon.
Yo, so you gonna come over?
Idk, I don't even kno if my rents ate or not.
Then come eat here. Mums making lasagna.
“Mom! Dad! I'm going to Bren's. I'll be home later.” Ryan screamed to his parents,
getting out the front door and closing it right after. He walked down the street, turning the corner
and up to Brendon's house. He saw his friend waiting patiently by the porch of his front door,
playing with his phone.
“You'll never stop playing with that are you?” Ryan said reaching the house.
“Nope, this phone is my baby,” He said, rocking the phone in his arm.
“Sure, whatever.” Ryan sat next to Brendon, looking at what the younger boy was doing.
“Just some girl from school. Maggie.”
“Oh, that Maggie. You and her close?”
“Nahh, not really. Were just good friends.”
“C'mon Ryan, I'm not into her, she's one of my close friends.”
“I know I'm just playing with you. `Cuz if she was, I'd kill you”
“Haha, C'mon, supper's ready.”
“Ms. Urie, your lasagna is the best I've ever eaten.”
“Why thank you Ryan. I'm sure your mum does it as good as mine.” Ms. Urie smiled.
“No, she just rocks the chicken curry.”
“Ma, what's desert?” Brendon asked.
“Oh I didn't do any desert dear, I'm off to see your dad tonight for supper..work.”
“Oh okay, so what do we do?”
“The kid can't manage a day without sugar.”
“Sugar is very good Ryan. Don't insult sugar.” Brendon scolded playfully Ryan who just
laughed at his friend.
“I'll leave you two some money for ice cream. Sounds fair?”
“Okay well good night boys. I'll see you later Brendon.”
“Now we are alone together,” Brendon said hinting on the word alone and together. Ryan
laughed at him, taking Brendon's hint and placing a small peck on his lips.
“I'm tired of hiding.” Ryan declared.
“I know… I am too,” Brendon said, kissing feverishly Ryan's neck.
“School sucks for this reason, you know.”
“Well Ryro, I've been missing you deeply.” Brendon said in a seductive tone,
looking into Ryan's eyes, pouting at him. Ryan got up from the table followed by Brendon who no
longer after was attacked by Brendon's full lips grasping on the hem of his shirt. Ryan smiled into
the kiss, falling over Brendon who was now, lying on the couch with Ryan in control.
“You're ever so tempting in class when you answer your teachers with such rudeness, maybe I
“Shut up, I'm trying to enjoy you as my desert.” Ryan mouthed out, kissing Brendon
passionately wanting nothing more than to have him right now in his bed, but knowing Brendon, he
knew he had to wait some more, and he accepted it.
“See you tomorrow” Ryan said kissing Brendon's lips one last time.
“I'm going to miss you” Brendon said in between the kiss.
“I know.” He said planting a last kiss on his lips and heading out of his house, running
to his. It was already past 10 but luckily; the two lived just a block away. As Ryan got into his
house he found a note from his parents, saying they were out at the movies. He got up the stairs,
kicked his shoes off and closed the lights and his door on the way. Falling once more on his bed he
lay in the dark, his eyes almost closed when he hears his phone in his pocket. Annoyed, he takes it
out to see a smile on his face after reading the message.
I miss you. Kisses from Heaven. Bden.
Ryan closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
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