Nicotine - Ryden

Chapter One - The Beginning

Thirteen Years Ago - Sixth Grade

Brendon's POV

Sixth grade. I'm now in sixth grade. Twelve year old Brendon Urie in sixth grade..! Do I be nervous? Or excited? Oh my god I'm going to have a locker. Sweeeeet. I'll have new friends. I think. I like my friends now though. Wait what if I don't know anyone in my classes? That's not even possible. Probably.

Crap, the bus is here! I hop on the bus, backpack on my back and lunch box in hand. I'm clad in tight denim jeans(tight pants help with my anxiety) and a black Queen t-shirt covered up by a black jacket. I scan the seats for any available spots. It sucks I have to ride a bus with high schoolers... Fortunately, I see a spot next to a guy who looks about my age. He's in the very back. I walk down the school bus isle and sit down next to him. I turn my head to him and offer a smile. "My name's Brendon."

The other boy stares at me a few moments before speaking. "Ryan." He offers his hand to me to shake, and I take it. I shake it and he shakes my hand in return for two seconds before releasing. "So which elementary school did you come from?" I ask him. He answers with, "Actually, I was homeschooled. My friend Spencer came from Middleton Elementary though. It's the smallest elementary school in the district. You?"
"I came from Middleton too." I grin. Ryan smiles a bit and nods. "That's cool. You know Spencer Smith then?"

"I've talked to him like once or twice. I've heard him say the name Ryan in the halls and such before."
"Ah." Ryan nods again. Soon enough we get to Summerlin Junior/Senior High and get off the bus.

From that day on we were best friends. Ryan Ross, Spencer Smith, Jon Walker, and I, Brendon Urie. Ryan had introduced me to Spencer and Jon.

Eight Years Ago - Junior Year

Brendon's POV

I'm so nervous. Like, really, really nervous. This morning, Ryan said he wanted to talk to me privately at lunch. He told me to meet him in the library, in the nonfiction section by the history books. It's fourth period and I'm sitting in my seat, staring at the clock. Three minutes until the bell rings and I can hurry my ass over to the library to talk to Ryan. I tilt my head down to look my notebook. I stare at my little drawing of a dog head in the corner, it's tongue lolling out of it's mouth, eyes wide and sparkling in excitement.

I glance back up at the clock. God fuck. 11:20. Two minutes. Hurry the fuck up, time. Please. I sigh and frown, looking out the window. I slowly close my eyes. And before I know it, the bell rings. That was fast, wow. All I needed to do was close my eyes.

I grab my bag, hurry out of Mr. Whit's room and rush over to the library. I sign in(damn school makes us) and read the sign in log since 11:00 after writing my own name.

Name                    Purpose            Time in        Time out

Kellin Q!!            Research               11:01             11:18  

Victorrrr            Research               11:01            11:18     

GW                        Book                    11: 13           11:19       

Tony P               Book                    11:13            11:21         

Pete Wentz     Return Book    11:16             11:18          

Brendon Urie Research          11:23                                   

So Ryan isn't here yet. I sigh and walk over to the history section of the library. I pull a random book off the shelf. It's on World War Two. I open it up. Might as well read while I wait for Ry, right? I lean against the shelf and read over the words printed on the old, yellowing paper. How long ago was this checked out? I flip to the back to check the check-out card. Oh sheesh, in 1958.

I decide to check when the book was published, so I flip to the front and the page with all those credits or whatever you call them. Like I care what they're called. It was published in 1950.
Just then, I feel a hand grip my shoulder. "Bren." I jump a bit and fling my head around to look at who grabbed my shoulder. It's just Ryan, thank god. I smile at him and put the book back on the shelf. "Ry, there you are."

Ryan smiles and nods, pulling his hand from my shoulder. "Yeah. Glad you showed up. I have something, ah..." He places his hand on the back of his neck and looks away a bit. His cheeks are tinged with a bit of rouge. It has me wondering. "Important, to tell ya."

I cross my leg and nod, signaling for him to continue speaking.

He clears his throat and grins shyly. Wow okay that was pretty fuckin' cute. "I think I really like you. Like-Like you, Bren"
Oh my. Ohhh my god. I'm so fucking relieved. I thought he was going to say he's moving away or he has cancer or something. "Oh my god you scared me. I'm so relieved. I thought you were going to say you're moving or you have cancer or something. Ry, I really like you, too, to be honest."
Ryan seems relieved as well, and he sighs. A smile pulls his cheeks straight up. I love his smile. Like, no one understands how much I love it. "Really?"

I nod. "You know what, uh, people who like each other in romantic ways do?"
"Date..?"
I nod again and wrap my arms around him tightly. "So... Wanna date then?"

He chuckles and nods, burying his face into my neck. "Yes, Brendon."

We came into that library single, and we both come out as a couple at 11:34. Fantastic. I have a boyfriend now.

The next two school years were fucking bliss. Damn, we even fucked. And that was like, the best fuck ever. Actually it was the only fuck I ever got. So, technically still counts as the best.