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UPDATING LIKE LITERALLY AT FOUR BECAUSE IM SO EAGER WITH THIS STORY OML I LOVE YOU ALL. ALSO FINALS THIS WEEK AND NEXT WEEK PRAY FOR THE WICKED (me).

Slightly smutty ideas will be involved (this is my first time writing anything smut related)

(Time skips to Monday bc I'm lazy)

"Pete! Pete! Pete!" Ryan ran up behind him, jumping and clinging onto his backpack.

"Holy shit, Ryan!" Pete yells, tossing Ryan off.

Ryan stumbles around the hallway ultimately hitting a buck-toothed brunette.

"Sorry." He mumbles before running back to Pete. "I heard she has lice." Ryan starts to inspect his own hair.

"Ew! Get away from me." Pete steps away.

"Kidding!" Ryan laughs. "You think I would've stayed near her that long? Oh no hunny."

Pete smirks. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"Actually...." Ryan laughs nervously. "I got my car taken away."

"Both of them?"

"No...my beetle but I am not driving a 2010 Camry to school! Social Suicide."

"So you need a ride?"

"Pete! I am so glad you offered! Yes!"

Pete rolls his eyes. "Alright whatever. You could've just asked."

"I was going to but you offered so..."

"Ryan." Pete stops just as the reach the Student Parking Lot.

"What?"

"Brendon? The concert? How was it?" Pete nearly forgot to ask.

"Well you already got the pictures and videos."

It was true, Ryan texted Pete everything last night. That's it. He wouldn't answer any of Pete's other texts. But as for the pictures, Pete then forwarded it all to Patrick, who was very happy to receive them.

"And the promposal?" Pete nudges.

"Well he found my ass very appealing."

"What does that have to-"

"And he said he'd like to see it in a tux." A small smile sits on Ryan's face.

"RYAN ROSS!" Pete grabs Ryan's shoulders.

"I'm going to Junior Prom with Brendon Urie."

Pete screams, louder than he meant to. Ryan slams a hand over Pete's gaping mouth.

"I want it to be a surprise!"

"HOLY SHIT RY!" Pete mumbles, covered by Ryan's hand.

Ryan blushes. "He's coming back a day before the prom so we can talk and get to know one another. Isn't he the sweetest? I have high hopes about this prom."

"That's fucking amazing." Pete whispers, Ryan's hand off his face.

"Yep!" Ryan skips over to Pete's car.

It's Ryan's turn to gawk. "Open." He pulls on the locked door handle. "Open."

"Hold on." Pete walks over and slides the key in, the satisfying click sounds and Pete opens the door.

And then freezes.

"Who asked you to prom!?" Ryan squeals, picking up the teddy bear and the poster. "And why does it smell like cheap grease in here?" He sniffs.