High School\\Brendon Urie one-shot\\

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Created by panicrockchic22 on Tuesday, January 01, 2008

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Okay, so this is a one-shot for a friend of mine, he's on Buzznet, so I wrote it, posted it there, then copied it here. So, this is for Rocky, cuz he rox like that, and cuz I write wayyy too many Rydon stories. And I'm sick of them. Just don't tell anybody. Okay, so, here we go. This is SLASH, and I want constructive critisism on this one!!!!!!!! I blame you all if I don't find any constructive critisism!!! ^_^ And rates are nice, too.
Okay, on with the story...click-->
Brendon's POV
God, I hate high school. I hate it all, especially in this stupid tourist town, Astoria. So many stupid people move here and enroll their stupid kids, I just hate it all.
It was the begining of my sophmore year, and I was hating school already. That is, until I saw him.
He was at his locker, and he looked amazing. He had spiky hair, really short, which suited his oval face. His skin was rather pale, but it just drew you toward his eyes, and, oh, his eyes, they were an amazing green. I was in love with him, and I didn't even know his name.
His name is...
Rocky's POV
I slowly drag myself to my new locker. I hated this school, I wanted to be back at Knappa with all of my friends. I didn't want to go to fucking Astoria. But, no, my parents wouldn't listen to me, they had to do exactly what my fucking demon sister wanted. God, she is such a spoiled brat, it's not even funny. So, she didn't like Knappa, so we had to sell our house and move. Great. Just peachy.
I look down, toward the inside of my shoe, where I had written my locker combo, so I wouldn't forget it. I turn the dial, shove my stuff in there, then go to look for my homeroom class. When I look up, I see a cute guy staring at me.
Ohhhh awwww.....I think that's kinda sweet...click->
Brendon's POV
He finishes putting the stuff in his locker, and he looks up. At me. God, what do I say??
"Um..." Wow, really intelligent, Brendon, I think to myself.
But, he smiles. "Hey, do you have any idea where room number...." He looks down at his schedule "119 is?"
"Hey, that's my homeroom. I'll show you where to go." I manage to stutter out a sentence, and we go to class.
"So, your new here?" I ask, trying to keep a conversation.
"Yea, I had to move from my old town, my sister wanted to, and my parents do whatever she wants..."
"Shit, that sucks..." We get to class and sit in the back.
The day goes on, and we find that we have almost all our classes together, including last period, which just happens to be gym(yuck). We decide to ditch gym and go to the new coffee shop downtown.
By this time, I was heels over head for this guy. He liked all the bands I did, Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, all the good stuff. We had accually interrupted English class while we sang "Dead!". Just the chorus, but that was enough to send Mrs. Deford over the edge. We had a good laugh on the way to the principal's office, she just shooed us back to class.
After we ordered our coffee's, I just stared at him. God, Rocky was so damn hot, I just can't describe how I felt right then. Like I HAD to be with him. So, I tried to find the right words.
Find 'em fast, Bren...
Rocky's POV
So far, my crappy day at school had accually been okay. This guy, Brendon, was amazing. I mean, he looked great. His personality was electrifying. He made me feel like I was...I don't know...importaint, like someone in this world accually gave a fuck about what happened to me. So, when we were waiting for our coffee's, and he was just staring at me, I...I just stopped thinking and kissed him. Just the cheek, but...shit he's just staring at me. I start to walk backwards, he was probably straight.
Oh, NO!!!!!
Brendon's POV
He just kissed me.
Now he's looking at me. And he's saying he's sorry, and he's starting to back away.
Wait, that's not right. No, that's not right at all.
So I grab his arms, and I kiss him on his lips. His full, luscious lips.
And I knew that school wasn't going to be so crappy anymore.

awww, so sweet....
Okay, so...constructive critisism, and that's it. Oh, and messages are sweet, I love those. ^_^
I love you all,
Lainnie

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