Pretty. Odd. || RYDEN

Five

one (1) new question from anonymous: you are sick and your sickness can be cured. Please follow the path of jesus and let him save you

Are you sure you want to delete this question?

I click the 'yes' button and put my phone down again. What an amazing way to start the day. Just fucking great. I light a smoke and lay back down, mentally preparing myself for the day of classes and socialization ahead of me. Kill me now.

"Pete!" I call out to my roommate, "What?" comes a reply back.

"Coffee?" I plead hoping he understands the desperation in my voice. He doesn't say anything but comes back with a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

"God bless you, Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz. Please cuddle me I need it." He complies without saying a word. "Pete, I don't want to go to class, I literally cannot," I complain. "Yes you can. You're George Ryan Ross III. You will go to college and you will make it your bitch, and besides, you have Performance Practices, that's your favourite class. You can do this. When you're back we can watch all your favourite musicals and get high, and you can complain all you want. For now, you need to get your ass out of bed and get to class." He kisses my forehead and pulls me up off the bed, "Now, hit the shower. I'm making breakfast." I don't understand how I got so lucky.

I take out my phone and type a message to whothefrickisbeebo

ryro: Do you believe in platonic soulmates because I'm pretty sure my roommate is mine.

I put my playlist on shuffle and clear my head while watching the steam rise out of the shower. I can do this. I'm Ryan Ross.

I zone out sometime during breakfast and the next thing I know is I'm staring out the window of a bus watching raindrops crash on the side of the bus as it comes to a halt. I get off quickly, trying to get out of the rain and don't stop till I'm in Mr. Urie's classroom. Nobody's in there so I take my time wandering around and thinking about every single possibility that could come from this room. I hear shuffling at the door and I'm pulled out of my thoughts only to see Mr. Urie come in.

"You're early, Ryan." I only nod in response and go back to pondering about the possibilities of the Room. "What, no snarky comment today? What happened to the feisty boy I met yesterday?" I snort at his comment and simply reply, "One, I am not a boy, and two, it would be very inappropriate for me to get feisty with you in your classroom, Mr. Urie?" I say walking closer to him, in an almost primal manner. He shifts closer, "Brendon. Please, call me Brendon." I close the distance between us, and we're only inches apart, "What if I don't want to, Mr. Urie?" He looks at me with such intensity that the only thing he could do next is either kill me or kiss me, and I, oh god, I want it to be the latter.

We hear students in the hallway and with that the moment is gone, filling the Room with more possibilities and what ifs. 

this is really short and shitty im so sorry, i promise im trying