&^%$#-----------I'm The New Cancer------------#$%^&(Rydon) Take 4

Brendon's POV:
I woke up at 7am and lay thinking for a while. Then I rembered. "RYAN'S COMING OVER!!!!!!!" I yelled, running to shower and change quickly. So, by 7:30, i was ready. I sat at the kitchen table and tried to eat a bowl of lucky charms, but for the first time in my life, the sugary cereal caught in my throat, making me gag. Reluctantly I tipped the entire bowl down the sink while my dog Pluto, gazed mournfully at me from outside. "Sorry boy, you can't eat them. You'll get sick" I explained through the glass.
After an hour of wandering around, I went back to bed.
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Ryan's POV:
I woke at around 11am, lay in bed and considered going back to sleep. Then I remembered, Brendon and I were working on our assignment. I pulled myself out of bed, dragged on some jeans and a t-shirt, then left the house in silence.
When I passed a bakery on the way to the Urie's house, I decided to buy a cake or something, to be polite. My manners payed off, Mrs. Urie positively glowed when I presented her with a chocolate cake at the front door. "You have a lovely home" .
"Thankyou Ryan! You're a very nice boy. Brendon is still asleep, why don't you go and wake him?"
I decided to do as I was requested, and trudged up the stairs, trying to remember why I agreed to this meeting.
Inevitably, I reached the top of the stairs and saw Brendon's room immediately. It was a mess, just like i knew it would be. Steering myself carefully through the mounds of old socks, clothes, and musical instruments, I tried to find Brendon. Eventually I located him, lying half over the edge of his bed with headphones, passed out. "Brendon?" I whispered. Then "BRENDON WAKE UP"
He barely stirred, opened his eyes a little, and then sat stark upright.
And then I noticed his extreme lack of clothing. Well...he was wearing boxers, but its difficult to convince yourself you hate somebody while simultaneously trying to drag your eyes away from his body.
Luckily Brendon was also very self-conscious, getting dressed before I could even blink.
"So umm..do you want to get started?" I asked.
Brendons POV:
We worked solidly for around 4 hours, getting most of the assignment done in silence. I didn't want to disturb Ryan, so I stayed quiet, even though I was bursting with excitement. It got a little more unbearable everytime I looked up and saw his honey-coloured eyes watching me.
If it hadn't been for my parents down stairs, my certainty that he actually hated me, my sense of self-preservation, and the jar of glue in front of me, I would have leant across the poster and kissed him in an instant. Instead I concentrated on writing a paragraph about trench-warfare.
When I went to paste it onto our poster, Ryan reached across for the glue. I know it sounds corny, but the moment our hands brushed, sparks ran up my arms. I had just calmed down again when I realised how late it was. Ryan must have realised too, because he stood up immediately and said he had to leave. Nervously I asked "Do you want to stay for dinner?"
A sincere smile spread across his face. "Yeah. Thanks. Thats really nice....thanks Brendon"
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Ryans POV:
Right then I got sick of avoiding him. I gave up faster than anyone has ever given up anything before. But it was worth it to see the grin and blush spread over Brendon Urie's face. "Umm...ok. Well, yeah, we won't be eating for a while so umm...what do you want to do?"
I could feel my gaze wandering longingly to the shelves of cds and records over by the wall, but I said nothing. Brendon followed where I was looking and quietly asked. "You like music?"
sorry this is kinda dodgy. short. not that interesting. im losing interest a little bit.
but more soon.
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thanks for reading