needless to say, the answer was no again.

the final time brendon urie asked ryan ross to take him on a ride was as smooth as could be. no pinning up against lockers, no sliding, so note passing like a little kid, it was something far better. and i have to admit it, it was wonderful.

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ryan hadn't been bothered by brendon urie this whole entire week and he kind of missed it.

it was actually not as relieving as he thought it would be.

it was the end of school for the week, and ryan was walking to his car. he stopped when he saw brendon urie leant up against it, a bouquet of roses in one hand, and a little figurine of a car in the other.

"urie, what is this, and you better have a good excuse," ryan puffed, crossed arms across his chest.

"well ross, since you've asked so very kindly."

"let me take you on a ride, ross."

brendon handed ryan the little car figurine.

"no."

"why not?"

"because urie, you're you."

"i highly doubt that's an acceptable answer, so until you give a good reason why, let me take you on a ride."

"okay, fine."

"so, i can take you on a ride?" brendon asked his smile growing larger.

"yes, urie."

brendon handed him the bouquet of roses.

"you won't regret it,"

"i better not."