One Thousand Sweet Kisses

1

Brendon had always been one for bets. He didn't quite know what it was. Perhaps it was the thrill of how out of the ordinary they made one's life feel, at least for a little while.

Ryan certainly had that effect on him, in a much more long lasting sense that didn't include public humiliation. Well, at least in most parts of the world

His first memory of Ryan was at some school performance he didn't bother to remember the name of at the time. What was it-

Tax?

Mortgage?

Bill, perhaps?

Oh well, it will come to me sooner or later, he'd say to himself.

All he remembers was watching the lanky, awkward Ryan play the Bespectacled Cameraman with a certain charm that you only see in those cliché movies where the quote on quote 'nerd' is actually not a huge nerd, but some socially acceptable generic man.

God, Brendon hated chick flicks.

He thoroughly remembers walking up to him, and asking him, out of the blue, "hey, do you wanna hang out some time-"

"Hey, Bren? You there? You listening?"
He's staring at me, his honey colored eyes expressing concern. I always do this, start writing my far too early autobiography in my mind. Too bad I never actually write down what I think.

Because, God, I fake write some good stuff.

"Oh, yea, sorry. I'm, uh, just trying to remember the name of that play you were in. In high school, when we met. What was it?"

"RENT?"

"That's it!" God, I knew it couldn't have been mortgage.

Ryan smiles a smile, as if he's recalling find memories. Which, evidently, he probably is. "I can't believe they let me have the lead as a sophomore. That never happens to anyone"

(A.N: and I mean anyone)

I agree, immediately recalling Ryan (who looked far too young for young for his role, by the way. It was like putting a toddler in a strip club) bouncing around confidently on stage, as if he was more experienced than anyone there.

"You know, I only remember that one song about kissing"

"What"

"Y'know," I begin singing in a mumbled manner "la la lalala kisses"

He rolls his eyes. Ryan has always been an avid theatre fan, and he took it very seriously. "With a thousand sweet kisses Brendon. God, have you even seen the movie 200 times and counting?"

I laugh. God, he's good at making me laugh. Despite what most may believe, Ryan really does have a sense of humor.

"Yea- oh! I'll Cover You!" I smile, I always tend to feel triumphant about small things.

Ryan lays his head in my lap. He's made himself very, very comfortable with me in the five years we've been together. I'm grateful. "How about a bet, Urie?"

I ponder a second, another line of my book rising from my mind.

He is careful, but wonders why. He has taken so many dared, some that may even break the law, so why did he care? His band mates will see him as typical Brendon, handsome and daring as ever-

"Brendon. You're zoning out again." Ryan whispers.

I snap out of it "huh- yes, sorry. The bet."

Ryan looks at me, he's clearly thought of this challenge for some time. "If you can count 1000 kisses in a row, we'll get married."

God, He knows exactly how to pull me into a bet. We've been talking about the subject of marriage for a long time; It's been five years since we started dating. If he asked me, I'd most likely say yes.

Is that too pathetic? It's like I'm some sort of addict. If he's my drug, though. I'm more than happy about that fact.

"You understand how undeniably cheesy that sounds"

"Is that a no?"

"... No. It's a deal"

He shakes my hand, and kisses me.

"There's 1, Urie. Good luck"

I sit there, flustered, and wonder what I got myself into.

Kisses left- 999

Boy howdy this should be fun.
-Isabel