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THE MOONLIGHT WAS SHINING in Brendon's deep, dark brown eyes. Ryan traced his looks with his own eyes - knowing that this would be the last time he'd ever get to see Brendon like this...so vulnerable. It was on rare occasions that the look that Brendon had in his eye was revealed. As if something in him screamed loneliness.
But Ryan knew that Brendon wasn't alone. The amount of girls who swarmed him, and all of his jock friends told Ryan that Brendon had everything he could possibly want. But the way the pads of Brendon's fingers brushed Ryan's lips and they began to close the rather small gap between each other made Ryan think that Brendon may have wanted more.
A spark ignited in the pit of Ryan's stomach when the two finally touched. It was soft and sweet, and the two never wanted it to end. As much as Brendon thought he liked girls, this contradicted all of that. The innocence that Ryan had seemed to bloom into the kiss; making it seem really apparent that he never felt like this toward anyone.
Brendon smiled, holding onto Ryan's hip, slightly deepening the kiss. Albeit the two loved it, it had to stop. Ryan pulled away, still staring at the other boy's mysterious brown eyes. A look of shock sprawled across Brendon's face, as if he realised what he did was wrong. His heart was racing, and so were his thoughts.
A silence stood between the two, and Ryan couldn't stand it. As Ryan's lips parted in order to talk, Brendon ran. He ran far, and didn't stop. Nothing was holding him back from running from his fears. As much as Brendon would hate to admit it, the kiss felt good, but running away from all of this seemed to be easier.
Ryan watched the boy run away from him, the moonlight portraying a faint silhouette of Brendon in the distance. His lips curled into a frown, shock still clear in his mind at multiple things that had occurred this cold December night. But he walked the opposite way as Brendon ran, his hands tucked in his pockets.
Realisation smattered his face, and he decided that he wouldn't be one to attend anymore parties. For they only got in the way and made things more complicated. Slowly, he wiped away a tear, and pushed up his glasses. Fuck you, Brendon Urie.
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THE NEXT MONDAY was quite uneventful. A clutter of students rushing past Ryan held a conversation that he couldn't help but overhear, "Did you hear?"
"Hear what?" another replied, curiosity practically dripping from their words, about to savour what the other person would soon say.
"Brendon Urie kissed a boy!" a girl squealed, a slight tone of jealousy emitting from her rather obnoxiously high-pitched tone.
