Ryan's POV

I followed quietly as Brendon stormed up the stairs, slamming his door. Immediately he ran to his bed, falling harshly head first into the fluffy covers. He hid his face in his arms, groaning loudly in frustration.

What he was upset about was my dad had called, saying he wanted me to come home. It didn't help that I was a cry baby, either.

"Hey, I'll be okay." I whimpered, rubbing the small of his back, knowing he liked it when I did that. "I'll just sit in my room until school on Monday."

Brendon just lay there, shaking his head. "You'll be okay? right?" I could barely understand his voice, hidden in the pillows.

"Hm?"

The shorter boy moved his head to the side, and I could finally see his sad eyes. "You'll be okay, right?"

I opened my mouth to talk, hesitating a little. I couldn't promise anything. "Y-yeah. I'll be fine.."

Brendon still wasn't convinced, as he scooted across the bed and wrapped his arms around my waist. His head lay in my lap.

"You better not be lying, Ross." We couldn't help but smile at the use of my last name only.

"I don't think I am, Urie."

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Hey dudes!!! Yes, yes, I'm going to continue this. I just read through it, and decided it has too good of a story line to not keep going. I think I might change the name, too. Also...Get ready for a big time skip!

Thank you so so so much to the people reading!!! It's greatly appreciated!!!!