Dying in LA (Ryden/Peterick)

March 20

(Trigger Warning)

Ryan's POV
I woke up in a gray bedroom, under a black comforter, next to an alarm clock blaring Burned Halos. My mahogony bedside table slightly vibrating from the guitars. After rubbing my eyes a welcoming thought entered my brain.

Two days. Twenty four hours, Two thousand eight hundred eighty minutes, until we see the light flash being our eyes. In other words, until we die.

I wonder how Patrick is doing. If he is as close as happy as I am knowing it'll end soon.

Knowing him he probably is.

Finally, I get the courage to get out of bed. Slipping on a random pair of skinny jeans. Then waltzing over to my closet pulling on a faded T-shirt, printed with Brendon Urie's face.
I have an unhealthy obsession.

Pulling a random scarf from the top shelf of my closet, I sprinted down the stairs.
Ignoring breakfast (and my parents) I walked out the door. I sighed seeing the unfinished flower bed. A project my gave up on. Oh wait sorry, that flower bed isn't me. Ignoring my depressing thoughts I walked to the garage.

Deciding to skate, I grabbed my longboard. Weighing my options. You know I don't even remember the last time I rode this. Whatever I have to hurry or else I'll be late. I took of on my longboard with one last though, I'm seriously going to hurt myself.

Time skip

I finally made it to school with a couple cuts and bruises. Oh boy.

School, the giant brick building. The main reason for my depression. The reason March 22nd is my favorite day. The reason-

"Hey why don't you go hang yourself with that scarf?" a boy with bleach blond hair shouted.

"Why don't you suffocate yourself with that ego?" I snapped back.

Now where was I? Oh yeah, anyways this place is absolute he-

"Ryro two days, I can't wait!" Patrick squealed.

So much for finishing that thought.

"Same Patrick, honestly I won't miss anyone, besides you." I agreed.

" Ryan we are both going to hell so. Also I was talking about the possibility of going to the concert......" Patrick reasoned.

" Oops anyways, you literally cried when I mentioned killing a spider." I rolled my eyes.

" Shut up!" he huffed.
"Well if you didn't-
RINNNGGGGGG
"Oh boy the bell. I am so not ready for this," Patrick skipped off.

What the hell can I finish a thought or what?

Whelp another day at Alexander Hamilton High. Fuck my life.

Mini Time Skip

My foot crossed the threshold right after the bell pierced the air.
"You're late Ross." the teacher stated.

"I'm so sorry that time passes." I hissed back.

"Well I'm sorry about your grade but I don't shout that around." he retorted.

"I hate to break it to you, but you just did." I snickered.

"See me after class." he growled.

Like I would do that. I don't need to get raped by this sack of shit. (I warned you)

I absentmindedly daydreamed about absolutely nothing, while the teacher droned on and on.
A giant crowd of people were outside the classroom, making it easy for me to sneak out.

I quickly slipped out of the boring classroom.

"Mr.Ross get back here!" The teacher shouted.

Damn it.

"Bite me!" I yelled back. I love Fridays.

Okay next class. Art. I actually like this class. The teacher is chill and Patrick is there with me.

Upon walking in, I spotted Pattycakes at our usual spot in the back.

"What are we doing today?" I questioned.

"Self portraits." He grumbled.

"Hey lets do one big drawing together. Then we can draw really detailed trash cans." I proposed.

"That is the second best idea I've heard of. " he agreed.

"What's the first?" I wondered.

"Burned Halos." he stated matter of fact.

"I have to agree with you there." I mused.

I scooted out of the boring blue chair, sliding my Vans on the paint splattered tile.

Well here goes nothing,

Patrick's POV

Walking to lunch with Ryro was comfortable and quite. The perfect friendship really.

Well there will be one less "perfect thing" in the world soon. Thankfully, it'll end, we will end.
I honestly have no problem with that. I Don't know anyone who would.

We finally reached our tree at the back of the school.

After sitting there for ten minutes Ryan proposed an idea.

"We should skip the rest of the day." Ryan suggested.

"Well this is our last day, sooooo why not." I allowed dragging out the O.

"Holy shit, it is. Also we are going to die virgins. Well wanna fuck later?" Ryan questioned.

Completely ignoring that ritorical question I replied,"Speaking of dying, how are we going to die." I asked.

"Well we could hang ourselves like Chester. But we do have those tickets to the concert in LA. Also we have always wanted to see Burned Halos show." Ryan reminded me.

"We still don't know if it is in time for our deaths though." I recalled.

"Well I'm pretty sure it is on March 22nd. So let's just kill ourselves after the concert." Ryan stated.

"I think that's a great idea.." I replied.

At least we get to see our favorite band the day of our death.

"What if we got noticed by them in crowd and they were like, "Ay, you two come up here, you look like sad boy's." I fantasized.

"Patrick we don't deserve that. But if it does happen you best believe I'm giving Brendon a blow job onstage." Ryan pervertedly stated.

"Okay I wouldn't do that at all to Pete."

"Yeah but you would probably fangirl so hard you faint." he giggled.

"What happened to skipping?" I changed the subject.

"Oh yeah, lets go."

Yeah it sucks whatever.