stall me🌿brallon a.u

2:ryan ross is totally not gay

"you're fucking insane if you think sneaking weed into school is a good idea." ryan crosses his arms and glares at me. we were standing in front of my house, about to walk to school, when i mentioned the plan. ryan thought it was a bad suggestion, but i didn't think it was. a little marijuana never hurt anyone. "chill, ry. we'll just smoke a small blunt in the bathroom before morris' class and we won't have to take any of his shit today."

he still looked at me as if i was an alien. "brendon, you are absolutely out of your mind. where did you even get it from anyways?" he asks as we start walking.

"my brother has a stash hidden in between my mattress, so i snagged enough for us, but not too much to the point where he would notice." i shrug, like this is the most casual conversation i've ever had. "you're going to get caught one day if you keep stealing from him you know."

"eh. he won't care, he's pretty cool i guess. enough about the drugs, though. how are things with you and sadie?" i ask, even though the name makes me want to shudder. i fucking despised sadie maxwell. she was ryan's girlfriend of two years and i have yet to meet her. i don't want to because from what i've heard, she's a slut. he deserves way better.

"i don't know, i guess. she was with jack again last night. i don't fucking get that girl, man. she knows who i don't like her hanging out with, and she hangs out with them on purpose. even when we're together, she's all over other guys. what a fucking whore, right?" he rants, rolling his eyes. i have to restrain myself from laughing at that, because i totally agree. it's also really rare when ryan cusses like that.

"yeah, dude. why haven't you ended things with her yet?" i question. this boy is setting himself up for disaster. he sighs. "her parents and my parents are friends. if i broke up with her, my parents would kill me. i honestly wonder what her parents would think if they found out how many guys she's slept with, in like the past month. so much for sending her to a strictly girls catholic school."

this makes me break, and i'm soon doubling over in laughter. "goddamn ryan, all you're doing is throwing shade at her. it's fucking hilarious if you ask me, though."

"i'm basically only with her out of spite."

we arrive at the school a little before the bell rings to go to first period, which is the only class ryan and i don't have together. but our other friend spencer was in that class, so i wasn't all alone. i stroll into the room, sitting at my desk just as mr. joseph starts teaching. he's honestly the only nice teacher in this entire school. he's my chemistry teacher and as hard as chem is, he makes it really fun.

i yawn and rub my eyes, i didn't get much sleep last night because i keep debating on whether or not i should tell ryan how i feel. every living fiber in me is saying i shouldn't but my heart is telling me i should. the worse that could happen is he says he doesn't feel the same and life moves on- or he hates me forever and never wants to speak to me ever again. maybe this isn't such a good idea after all. but bottling up all of these feelings isn't healthy for me so i know i should just let the words come out.

"brendon are you even paying attention?" mr. joseph asks from the front of the room. suddenly all eyes are on me and my face reddens slightly. i slowly shake my head. "no sir, sorry. i just couldn't sleep last night so i'm really tired." it isn't a complete lie. he gives me that 'stay after class so we can talk' look and i just nod my head.

chemistry ends and everyone's filing out of the room. i walk up to mr. joseph's desk and stand in front of him. "mr. urie, i need to know the real reason you weren't paying attention in class. this happened yesterday, too, so i don't think it's because of lack of sleep. now please explain to me what the problem is."