Pretty. Odd. || RYDEN

Four

I go back home only to see a bunch of kids in the store, back entrance then, I giggle at the stupid joke I've made. I enter the back room and try to sneak upstairs without running into Pete. "Ryan Ross, get back down here, you promised you'd help me today." Well fuck. "Pete give me a couple of minutes I'll be back down I promise. I just need to change. Oh, also my new professor invited us to Haffa's, his band is playing there tonight. Text Andy and Joe." I say and I run up the stairs leaving Pete baffled and confused. "Wait, what? Your professor invited you to a club to watch his band play?" He spits out the words so quickly I can barely make them out. "He invited the entire class, Pete, don't be a mom you're better off being a daddy."

I take off my T-shirt and replace it with a fluffly black sweater. "We're leaving at 7. Now, go back down before those kids trash your store." I say with finality, not waiting to listen what he has to say, instead, going in the bathroom to wash my face. I look at myself in the mirror, hair disheveled, eyes puffy. I feel as shitty as I look. I walk out and crack open the window, lighting my joint from this morning, taking a deep drag, feeling the drug enter my system. I exhale, watching the smoke become a part of the atmosphere. It's calming in a weird way and I stand there watching till a beep from my phone pulls me away from my day dream, (1) new message from whothefrickisbeebo

whothefrickisbeebo: my first day was pretty good! much better than I expected tbh, but i met a lot of talented people it was fun

ryro: Dude that's amazing! My day was pretty alright. Our new professor is actually pretty good. He isn't a total dickhead like the last one so that's pretty good

I put my phone down and smoke the few remaining drags from my joint and decide to head downstairs to help Pete.

Time passes by quickly and before I know it Pete is handing over the night shift to Krumitz. I sit on one of the couches and I'm in the middle of editing a picture when Pete calls me up front, "Ry, you've got to get ready if you wanna get there on time. Go get dressed Andy and Joe will be here any minute." "So you're going to give me shit about getting dressed but you're coming like that, in a black tee and a worn out bomber? Jesus Pete." I say looking at him distastefully. "Yeah dude, I think I look pretty cool and it's just a karaoke bar. Stop being a dick and go get dressed, Ross." I mumble a 'whatever' and head back upstairs already having decided what I want to wear.

I pull out my grey T-shirt and my leather jacket. That with combat boots and skinny jeans should do it. I change quickly with Pete screaming my name twice before I finally head back down. "Took you long enough. What the fuck were you doing up there for so long?" Pete asks feigning annoyance, "Jerking off," I reply nonchalantly, "let's go, please."

The car ride is short and filled with obnoxious singing from Pete and Joe. They're still singing while Andy tries to find a parking spot, which takes surprisingly long considering the fact that it's a Monday night. "You guys go ahead," I say as we're all heading towards the bar, "I'm gonna have a quick smoke and come in."

"We really have to stop meeting each other this way." A voice says from behind me and I jump,
"Oh god, please stop sneaking up on me when I'm trying to smoke Mr. Urie." "I've told you to call me Brendon. Also do you have a light?" I light my own cigarette and hand him the lighter. He lights a joint and I can't look away from his lips when he blows out the smoke. "I'm glad you came, Ryan. It feels good to have familiar faces in the crowd." He says with sincerity, "I'd rather be here than in my apartment with my friend. Can I have a hit of that?" He looks surprised but hands me the joint anyway, "How old are you?" "Just turned twenty," I reply and take a picture off my lips with the joint hanging off them and post it on tumblr. "So you realize that it's illegal for you to be smoking weed right?" he looks at me with evident curiosity, I return his gaze with the same intensity. "What are you gonna do Brendon? Rat me out?" I pass the joint back to him and head inside the bar.

The night passes by smoothly with Mel and Brendon's band performing their sets. One song from Brendon's set stands out to me and I make a post out of it

ryro: Watching a band called Panic at the disco perform (????) and it may be the vodka getting to my head but I swear that they just performed a song called miss Jackson and I stg that song is a euphemism for anal sexx. xo 

Author's note: sorry for taking this long to update i was in a weird funk but im out of it now. I hope you enjoyed this. Also Brendon Boyd Urie is thirty (30) years old wtf . Also i've been listening to now or never by halsey on repeat while writing this i'm pumped

-sasha