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what is t h i s about?
By everybodyscream11

 

Whoa- who was this kid and what was he doing? Brendon Urie, that's who he was- and what was he
doing? He was only making his usual entrance. Ryan couldn't turn his gaze from the boy as he walked
into the room, belting a random line of a song Ryan didn't know. Ryan wasn't the only one staring-
everyone in the whole class was eyeing the unusual boy- it was hard not to. He had a bounce in his
step as he made his way towards an empty seat, the empty seat next to Ryans' that is. Ryan almost
rolled his eyes at the boy's perkiness. God, how could he be so happy in a place like this? It was
school for goodness sake. As the boy sat down next to him, he looked over- a wide grin on his face.
"Oh my god, this class is so big, I didn't know there were that many seniors- but damn, I hope I can
catch up to where you guys are all at- I mean, this was my teachers idea, not mine. I don't know, he
thinks I'm some kind of genius or something. Ha. I wish! Brendon said- speaking about a mile a
minute. It was then that Ryan realized he was supposed to say something. He blinked, his mouth
somewhat ajar- he was still trying to process all the boy had just spit out. "Uh... right" Ryan
said, nodding slightly to show he'd at least taken in some of what the boy had said. He wasn't so
good at this being social stuff.


"OH god, I didn't even introduce myself- Brendon Urie" he told the boy who was still blinking back
at him, a completely blank expression on his face. "Uh- Ryan." he replied, and then turned his gaze
to the front of the class as the teacher began to speak. Brendon smiled lightly before whispering a
quiet,"Nice to meet you" before turning his attention the teacher also. Ryan watched Brendon out of
the corner of his eye. He couldn't help it though, the boy was practically screaming, 'LOOK AT ME'.
He had a blank piece of paper on his desk, pencil in hand- which he constantly twirled between his
pointer finger and thumb. His knee was bouncing at a rapid pace- a nervous habit many kids had,
well, those with adhd that was. This kid had a serious case of that- and it was making it hard for
Ryan to focus on what the teacher was actually saying. It was actually starting to irritate him, and
Ryan sighed in frustration.



Ryan wasn't sure who was having more trouble concentrating, the annoying kid next to him with
serious adhd or him. Did he even know how annoying he was being? Ryan had the urge to reach over and
put his hand on his knee-just so it would stop moving for three seconds. Ryan tried to move his
focus to the teacher but that was a pretty hopeless thing to do. The only thing more irritating then
the kid next to him was the boring drone of the teacher in front of the class rambling on and on
about World History. Ryan didn't want to be here. Sighing, he glanced over at the clock. Thank god
there was only 5 minutes left. Had he really been spacing out that long? He'd missed maybe 35
minutes of the teachers' pointless ramble. Oh well, he didn't care- he was only glad the class was
almost over. Ryan spent more than enough time in class spacing out, not that his grades suffered. He
kept up his B average with ease, though no one was quite sure how.



Ryan had all of his stuff already packed up when the bell rang. All he had to do was grab his book
bag before jumping up and exiting the classroom in timely fashion. He sighed in relief as he made
his way down the hall towards his locker. Little did he know- he was being followed. Brendon
scurried after Ryan, not expecting the boy to just dash away so quickly. He took a breath as he
stopped next to Ryan's open locker, the wide grin still on his face. Ryan blinked up at the boy
again, surprised to see him there. He cocked an eyebrow at the boy and Brendon began to speak once
more. "Hey Ryan, you know- I was wondering since we're in the same class and all- maybe you could
help me out, ya know? I'm like- so behind, coming into this class- I'm just a junior ya know!" he
said, his eyes widening. Ryan stared at Brendon, wow- how was he even supposed to understand him
when he spoke so fast? "Uh, you know.. . I'm kind of behind myself. I don't know... maybe there's
someone else who could help?" Ryan told him, looking back at his locker and completely forgetting
what it was he was supposed to be getting out of it. Ryan saw Brendon's face fall- but only for a
mere second. Brendon was already talking again... "No dude, I'm sure you're fine, besides, I don't
know anybody else! Come on, I really need the help." Brendon said- a little whine in his voice. Ryan
looked over once more to see a pleading look on Brendon's face. Why did he have to pick him to
bother? Ryan sighed,"I guess... maybe." he said, not even understanding why he was agreeing to this.
"GREAT!" Brendon said, that grin back on his face once more. He patted Ryan on the back a little too
hard and then hurried off into the crowd of people. All Ryan could think was, 'What did I just get
myself into?'

 

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