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Oh If Only He Knew
By Caydenn_x

 


Brendon Urie groaned as his mother's voice hit his ears.

“Sweetie, wake up. School is waiting.” Oh, how he hated how she acted like she cared. Wasn't she just planning on leaving him and his father anyway? It was almost sick how they pretended he couldn't hear them fighting. Brendon rolled out of bed, grimacing as the cold hit him in place of his warm blanket. He entered the bathroom and pulled off his clothes and hopped in the shower.

After awhile, he emerged, fully clothed and eyeliner rimmed eyes. He went downstairs and sat at the table awaiting breakfast.

“Brendon, why do you wear the girly shit?” Brendon glared at his orange juice.

“It makes me feel pretty.” Brendon said, imitating a gay voice.

“Fucking queer.” Brendon's father said under his breath. Brendon got up forcefully, his chair crashing to the linoleum.

“I'm just going to get something later.” He said coldly and walked out of the kitchen, grabbing his backpack on the bench in the hall. He fumbled around in his pocket for his car keys. When he was inside of his car, he cried out in frustration, banging the steering wheel. He back out of the long driveway and headed in the direction of Ryan's house, singing softly along with the radio.

X

“Hey.” Ryan said, slinging his small frame into the passenger seat. “Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat.” Ryan mumbled, trying to find a pen. He pulled out his black notebook and scribbled frantically in it. Brendon raised an eyebrow and tried to sneak a peek, but Ryan shut the book and shoved it in his backpack, glaring at Brendon.

“Sorry. Private, I know.” Brendon started the car and headed towards hell, otherwise known as: school.

X

“Brendon Urie! Must you keep tapping that pencil?” Brendon smirked at his English teacher.

“Sorry, am I bothering you?” He said, sarcasm dripping from his words. Mrs. Baker sighed and glared at him. He smirked and set the pencil down with a loud tap. He turned to look at Ryan, a row over, and he rolled his eyes. Ryan smirked back. The bell finally rang, ending school. Brendon shot out of his seat and tapped his foot patiently as Ryan shoved his things into his messenger bag.

“Do you have to go to the bathroom?” Ryan asked, watching Brendon hop around.

“No, I just want to get to Spencer's, okay?” Ryan nodded and laughed. A blonde, top-heavy cheerleader came bounding up to them.

“Hey! Ryan, you are looking muy fabuloso. See? Your tutoring helped! So, Ryan, do you want to catch a movie tonight?” Brendon held back his laugh as Ryan just kept walking, staring forward, not at her.

“Sorry, Liz. I can't. Band practice.” She giggled.

“Oh, of course. Can I come watch? It's amazing that you're in a band!” He finally turned to look at her, smiling fakely.

“Sorry, we aren't ready to be heard just yet.” She nodded and smiled widely.

“Oh, of course.” She pulled out a pen and pulled Ryan's hand towards her, trying to be sexy. She wrote seven numbers on his hand, three separated from the rest by a dash. Her number. She blew on it like it was hot soup or something. She trailed her fake nail down Ryan's lips. “See you later.” She said and bounced away.

“Wow, Ryan. Like, Oh-Em-Gee, you are like such a tease. Please, please just go out with me already so I can make out with your muy fabuloso lips!” Brendon mimicked in a high-pitched voice. Ryan laughed and punched his arm.

“Jealous?” Brendon smirked, but stayed silent. Oh, if only he knew.

Ah, okay. So, here's another little filler with a big confession-type-thing at the end :). Hehe, so tell me what you think. Do you think this will be a good story? I have a small idea about where things will head, I just need encouragement haha. Thank you so much if you have read and reviewed.

 

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