Ryan's pov
I was really trying to focus on my essay in World Cultures, but my mind kept on wondering back to Brendon. I don't know why, either. The kid annoyed the crap out of me. I started re-visualizing the way he wiped my mouth with his napkin, but then mentally slapped myself, and started scribbling down word for word what was in my text book.
The more I tried to get him out of my head, the more he kept popping up in there.
I started having mental battle with my conscience.
Why is so over nice?
I guess he just wants to make a good impression.
Well why does he have to choose me to bug?
Maybe he just likes you, and wants to be your friend.
Out of everyone in the school, why me?
Why not me? I'm a good person, right?
You haven't been really been so nice to him today, now have you?
Well, no, I haven't been as nice as I should have been. Maybe I shouldn't judge him. He's just trying to be friendly.
And that's what I decided to do back. Be friendly. For once.
Brendon's pov
I was excited to have the day almost over, but more excited to see Ryan again. I don't know what it is about him. I can usually read a person like a book, but Ryan, I just couldn't figure him out. He was so different from anyone I had ever met before.
As I opened the door to the boy's locker room, I scanned through the crowd, looking for a familiar face. I spotted Jon and Spencer, but Ryan was no where to be found. I quickly made small talk with Spencer, and then turned around to my locker to get changed. This stuff was always uncomfortable. Get undressed in front of a bunch of guys I know, I'm ok with. But I was not the one to dance around naked with a bunch of guys I didn't know.
I stated getting undressed in the corner, giving myself a little distance from Spencer and Jon.
"Hey guys!" I heard a familiar voice call.
"Ryan!" I yelled as I turned around, and smiled ear to ear.
"Er, Hi, Brendon." He blushed, and tried to keep his gaze towards my face.
I then realized that I was pretty much nude.
Ryan's Pov
I winced as he looked down and noticed that he was showing way too much. He looked back at me, blushed fiercely, fidgeted with his hand, and stuttered.
"I…..uh…..yeah….I, I……How about I get changed?"
"That would be good." I stared at the floor until he turned around again, in his sweats. We were both the same scarlet shade of red in the face.
"I'm all good now!"
"Well…. that's good." I tried to change the subject, "Listen, I'm sorry I was such a jerk to you before in Chem. You were just trying to be nice."
"Oh, I don't care. And you weren't being a jerk, you were just…" He looked at a lost for words.
"Kind of bitchy?" I smiled, and Brendon laughed. "What can I say; we all have our bitchy moments. Isn't that right, Spencey?" I said as I attempted to put Spencer in a headlock, but failed when he then grabbed me, and threw me against a locker.
"I could have gotten you, but your head is just too big, I couldn't fit my arms around it!"
"That's just because you're the size of a nine year old girl." He joked.
Brendon's Pov
As I walked out into the gym, I felt confident. Sure, I wasn't exactly the most muscular guy here, but I was a pretty competitive person, and was pretty good at most sports that involved running, since I was pretty fast.
But then my confidence slowly dripped away as I noticed the nets set up. Badminton? I muttered to myself. Great, the one game I wasn't good at. I always lost at badminton, and no one ever wanted to play with me because I always hated to stay in the little square, and would always hog the birdie.
I ran over to Jon.
"Hey, you wanna be partners?"
"Sorry, no can do. I already asked Spencer." He motioned to Spencer, trying to balance a racket on his nose. Jon looked at him almost admiringly.
"I thought he would be with Ryan?"
"Well, not anymore. Hey, you go partner up with him. He looks kinda of alone anyway."
Ryan was sitting by himself, tearing up the feathers on his birdie. I started walking towards him when a blond girl not more than 4' 8" wearing hollister head to toe cut me off and went straight to Ryan.
"Hey Ryan! Do you wanna be my partner?" She bit her lip as she waited for an answer. Ryan looked a little nervous and shocked, like he wasn't quite sure what to do.
"Umm, sorry Rachel, but I can't."
"Why not? I don't see you with anyone else." She looked up at him with narrow eyes.
"Oh, I'm with, um." He looked up at me. He smiled. My heart fluttered.
"He's with me, Rachel. Sorry, maybe another time." Ryan looked relieved.
"And who are you?"
"I'm Brendon Urie." I said, looking down. For someone so small, she was very intimidating. She glared at me for a few seconds, then stormed off.
"Hey, thanks for that. The only girl who would ever go out with me is a total lunatic. Haha, of course." He giggled to himself. My heart sunk as I realized that he definitely wasn't into guys. You can't blame me for getting my hopes up, though. He was a lot prettier than most guys.
Ryan's Pov
Me and Brendon had to face off against the two most athletic and scariest girls in our grade.
"Do you play badminton at all?" I asked.
"Um, no, not really. Never was too interested in it."
"Yeah, it's a pretty lame sport." I said as we walked onto the court, trying to ignore our opponents, who looked like they were ready to come over at us, and attack us with their rackets.
"Great! Out of everyone, we have to play with these two losers." The tall redhead said.
"Listen, we don't want to have to play with you guys either, if that makes you feel any better." Brendon threw the birdie up in the air, and hit it with a bop.
"You are just scared that you are gonna loose to a couple of girls, isn't that right?"
bop.
"No, we just think badminton's stupid." I watched Brendon lunge here and there for the birdie, while I just stood there, pretending to know what's going on.
bop.
"No, you just suck at it."
bop.
"Yeah, cause out of all of the sports to be good at, we want it to be badminton!"
bop.
"Well, maybe you would care about it more, but I think your friend over there cares more about his makeup getting smudged than the game." Uh-oh. Brendon looked furious.
Bang.
Brendon had hit the birdie right into the red head's eye.
She looked like she was a second away from tearing the net up just so she could get to Brendon.
And Brendon didn't look the least bit apologetic.
In fact, he looked mighty smug.
A/N
I will be away for a little bit, so may not post for a while. Pllllleeeeeeeeasssee tell me what you guys are thinking! Review, review, review!