Let's Get These Teen Hearts Beating Faster

Chapter 1- Who's That?

-Ryan

"Who's that?" Spencer asked me. He nodded his head in the direction of some dark haired guy walking down the hallway.

"I don't know," I replied shrugging. He must have been new. No one really paid any attention to new kids but this guy looked different.

"Ask him," my other friend, Jon said hitting me on the arm.

"No way. I don't wanna creep him out. You do it," I said.

"Ugh, fine," Jon said reluctantly and walked away from us towards the guy. He tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around. They talked for a minute or two then Jon came back over.

"Well?" Brent asked after Jon didn't say anything.

"His name's Brendon. Brendon Urie. He's from Summerlin and he's a junior," Jon explained.

I nodded. He was a grade below us. He was a good looking guy, kinda tall. I wondered why he was transferring more than halfway through the school year though.

I felt someone's hand whack my arm. "What?" I asked annoyed.

"Come on, the bell rang like a minute ago," Brent said.

"Oh." I grabbed my stuff and walked into homeroom with the guys. Luckily, all of our last names are towards the end of the alphabet so we always were in the same homeroom. But that also meant...

I saw Brendon talking to our teacher, Ms. Hill. She gestured him to take a seat in the back. Next to me. He did.

"Hey," he said sitting down. I nodded. Brendon shrugged and looked to the front of the room. I felt something hit my head. I turned around. I found Jon and Brent laughing silently at me. I rolled my eyes and picked up the paper they'd thrown at me.

'Lost in translation? Or aka Brendon's face?'

God, those two are like a couple of middle school girls.

The note read in Jon's chicken scratch he calls handwriting. I rolled my eyes. Ever since Jon knew what gay meant (which was since sixth grade) other than happy he'd always say that I was. It didn't really bother me but now that he thought I actually had a crush on a guy it kinda did. And so what if I was looking at Brendon? He was new and I didn't know him. I had every right to stare.

The bell rang and I heard someone call my name.

"Ross. Hold up." Damn, his voice is deep. Brendon must've known my name after Hill called it.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"I have no clue where the hell I'm going," Brendon admitted sheepishly with a half smile. Well, he WAS kinda cute...okay, what the hell am I thinking? I like GIRLS NOT guys. Or so I thought..

"Um, can I see your schedule?" I stuttered. Brendon grabbed a folded up piece of paper from his back pocket and handed it to me. Nice ass.

"First period: guitar with Mr. Moore," I read aloud. "You're with me," I stated but it sounded more like I was telling myself that and not Brendon.

"You play?" I asked. Dumb question. Of course he plays! Why else would he be taking it?

Brendon nodded. "Yeah. Kinda taught myself but I figured I need more practice if I wanna be a musician," he explained. He's probably too nice to point out my mistake.

I opened the door. "That's cool. I wanna be one too," I told him. Brendon was different. I felt like I could actually talk to him.

"Awesome." We took our seats and Moore started teaching the lesson.

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At lunch, Brendon still didn't know where he was going and we had the same lunch period so I invited him to sit with us.

"Jon, you two already met. Um, Brent, Spencer, this is Brendon," I introduced everyone.

They all waved at each other. Me and Brendon sat down at our usual table.

"Yeah, I play," Brendon said to Jon, Brent, and Spencer.

"Cool. What do you play?" Spencer asked.

Brendon thought for a moment and seemed like he was counting something. He didn't seem slow but you never know...

"Uh, guitar, bass, piano, keyboard, synthesizer, drums, percussion, accordion, organ, cello, violin, saxophone, and, the trumpet," Brendon finished. No wonder the dude had to count.

"Damn," Jon said breaking the silence. Brendan shifted uncomfortably noticing everyone's eyes on him. Man's got talent.

"How old are you?" Spencer asked.

"Sixteen."

"Damn," Spencer repeated from Jon. Brendon laughed. He had a cute laugh...Ryan, you need to stop.

He shrugged. "It's not much really."

"You're crazy," Brent said.

"I know," Brendon replied. Weird answer.

A French fry pelted me in the face.

"What the hell?" I cried. Jon shrugged.

"Just making sure you're alive over there. Zoning out at Brendon thinking no one's noticing." Jon winked. I glared. Brendon didn't seem to care. He just picked at a piece of his food like it didn't even bother him. Was he gay? He didn't seem gay. Was I gay? Oh my god, do I seem gay? I don't even know this.

"EARTH TO PLANET RYAN ROSS WE NEED YOUR ATTENTION!" Brent yelled.

"Jesus Christ, what?" I snapped.

"Damn, Ross, you on your period?" Jon asked.

"Just shut the fuck up," I muttered.

Jon rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, while you were having a wet daydream, we were talking about letting Brendon in," Jon explained. He meant letting Brendon into our band. That would be cool, if I didn't have a gigantic gay crush on him.

"Hey, I wasn't a having a wet dream!" I insisted.

"I know, I said a wet DAYdream," Jon corrected.

"Fuck you, man."

"More like you wanna fuck Brendon..." God dammit, would he ever give up? None of this concerned him. Jon pissed me off so much sometimes.

"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled.

Brendon looked away awkwardly at his lap. "Guys..." he said quietly.

"Sorry, Brendon. Ry just has the biggest crush on you," Jon said with a smirk. Brendon frowned.

That's it. I walked out of the cafeteria before I did something I'd regret.

A/N: well that's the first chapter. I hope you guys liked it.