Don't Touch Me [ryden]

(Prologue) Time

As the skies started to turn into a melody of dark blues and purple, Ryan Ross let out a long relieved sigh as his body slid on the dirt, knowing he had reached the base. "Unbelievable! The Badgers had won it by a score of 5-4 and Ryan Ross had done it again folks!" He heard the announcer speak in the microphone and Ryan had rested his head on the ground slightly knocking his hat off place. Ryan could hear his coach's obnoxious yelling; more likely directed towards the other team's coach and coach Callaghan's infamous yet unnecessary whistle blowing in which what Ryan liked to call it "The Big Orange". It wasn't even a league game or anything of the sorts. It was simply just a small inter-uni game. A little something the locals and a few dormers who had nothing else to do, would consider fun at a chilly boring night in Northcrest University.

Amongst all the fun and potentially undercooked hotdogs, sitting on the bleachers sandwiched in between two uninterested people with their eyes on their smartphones was a boy roughly of Ryan's age. Not a year younger but definitely wasn't in Ryan's year. This boy, Brendon, stayed still in his seat while the rest of the people maneuvered their legs through the small cooped up space they had to walk on towards the exit. Brendon Urie looked at the players on the field and couldn't help but notice the lanky boy who was still laying on the ground, his face glistening with sweat from a distance.

He waited for more or less half of the people gone before he gathered up the courage to walk over and congratulate them. He had no second thoughts as he swiftly walked over to where the team was before speaking up.

"Great game you guys. I'm Brendon. Hey can you please sign this for me?" the younger boy said all in one breath as he reached for his baseball cap on his head and handed it to the dirt covered boy in front of him. Ryan scrunched up his face in confusion but still sat up from his current position before standing all the way up. He was sill hot and matched with a sweaty look on his face as he still tried to catch his breath from the game.

"Sure I guess, what's your name?" Ryan replies containing his own smiles and confusion setting aside the fact that he was really overwhelmed on the inside, but not that quite. He was grimacing on how close the boy was to him, so he took a step backwards just to relive himself from their close proximity.

Ryan never really had an actual fans who asked him to sign shit. In fact no one from his school or team had any fans. He played for a college baseball team for christ's sake, so to find this boy's request unusual was an understatement. Nonetheless, Ryan happily accepts the slightly worn out and old cap and sharpie and without notice the younger boy's hand brushed against his own. Ryan flinched slightly at the contact, but smiling slightly at the boy. He didn't want his 'fan' to think he was rude.

"My name is Brendon"

Ryan scribbled his name on the old cap, fingers still numb and slightly shaky, a little dusty and very much dirty. He wasn't sure if the shaking was because of the game or because of a boy asking for his signature right in front of him. Meanwhile Brendon was staring at Ryan while he signed. "There you go Brendon." He carefully hands the cap trying not to make any contact this time. Ryan was not very fond of contact with anyone, or anything, well not unless if they were his own.

"Thank you. Really looking forward for the next one." He says while he held on tight to his newly signed cap. Thoughts on the back of Brendon's mind started piling like how he would never let anyone else touch the cap. It was held by Ryan Ross and Ryan Ross only. He had made a mental note to immediately tell his bestfriend about this.

"Well thank you as well" Ryan was cut off by another player who was happily jumping around and shook Ryan's shoulder. It was one of his friends--well, accquaintances Jon, or more like team mate. "Come on they're loading the van right now we're celebrating!" he says pulling Ryan with him towards the exit. Ryan immediately freeing his own arm from Jon's grip.

Ryan looks at the boy again and smiles shyly "See you around Brendon."

Brendon watched Ryan as he jogged away from him and the happiness eminating from the strange boy.

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Hello cantaloupes! Welcome to the pits of fiery hell, gay porn, and melk

I'm just kidding, but heeeeyy I'm writing again! Basically this story is a Panic! story for my old readers incase you're wondering of the change. Don't worry still updating the other ones.

I want to clarify that this story isn't only for Panic! at the Disco fans, mkay? I'll try and tone down the inside jokes. Word: try

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I've decided to be a bit more cautious with my stories and its contents, so im warning you guys that this story contains a lot of cursing, bc like brendon duh? sexual content, drugs, other violent stuff so if you get easily triggered or disturbed by those so read at your own costs. If there is some content that you may find rude, disrespectful or offensive, I apologize but it is only to support my characters' personas.

this story idea is orginally mine, plagiarism and all that crap is illegal so I hope you respect that. If ever there is already a story that is quite similar to this one, I can assure you it is purely coincidental.

Aight hope you like it xx.