Roomates| Ryden

No disrespect

As soon as Pete and Brendon were far enough from the cafetaria, the younger boy pulled the latter to the side in a narrow alley between two class blocks.

"Alright, spill."Pete said demandingly looking Brendon in the eye,"What happened between you and that Ryan kid? You were just fine when you left, now suddenly you're all mopey and shit."he crossed his arms across his chest.

"Nothing."Brendon sighed and tried to leave, but Pete didn't have any of it, blocking his path,"Dude, move. I'm gonna be late for chemestry."he said annoyed, but his friend shook his head still blocking the way.

"You're not going anywhere untill you tell me what's wrong."Pete said stubbornly.

"Fine."Brendon gave in, seeing how dead-set the boy was on this matter,"I'll tell you, but I really gotta go to chemestry, so...at eight outside the library?"he offered shifting his weight from a leg to the other, really hoping his friend will agree.

"Fine, but you better show up, Urie!"Pete called out the last part because his friend had blasted past him as soon as he said 'fine'.

"Alrigh, Wentz!"Brendon called back, a hint of laughter in his voice.

Pete shook his head trying to supress a smile. Brendon truly was something else.

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"Hey, do you have class next?"Patrick asked making Ryan jump up starteled,"Sorry."the fedora-wearing boy apologised.

"Umm...no."the boy answered confused.

"This is going to be embarassing, but can I stay with you?"Patrick asked with light pink-tintted cheeks,"I forgot my apartament keys this morning and Andy accidentally locked me out."he explained awkwardly.

Ryan didn't know who 'Andy' was, but he assumed he must've been Patrick's roommate and the guys' aquaintance. Then again it was none of his buissness.

The boy nodded, figuring that having some kind of company while he waits for his next lecture would be nice. Patrick smiled and followed the other quietly as they both started heading to the dorms.

"So..."Patrick started. They were half-way back to the dorms, when suddenly a question surfaced in the fedora-wearing boy's mind,"What happened that made so many people mad at you?"he asked confused.

Ryan was confused about the question untill he remembered what had happened that morning. He probably should've been angry with Pete for telling Patrick, but in the same time he needed a distraction from what happened with Brendon earlier.

"I was late for math and the professor felt the need to lecture us all about it."Ryan said bitterly,"And then gave us a shit ton of homework to make it up for the lost class!"he added frustrated.

"You're philosophy majors."Patrick said puzzled.

"Exactly!"the boy said still exasperated by the unfairness of the situation,"Wait, how'd you know I'm a philosophy major?"he asked confused once he fully processed the other's statement.

"Oh...umm, I assumed."Patrick confessed, cheeks glowing light pink,"Pete's also a philosophy major, but has a minor in english. He's also a really good bass player and singer. We actually used to have a band in high school; I played drums."he said getting off-track.

"Then, one day, Pete's bass broke and his parents refused to replace it, so we had to break-up the band. It was fun at times, but as we neared finals it kept getting more and more stressful, as we were also trying to work shifts to cover all kinds of miscelanious expenses..."Patrick trailed off and paused for a moment,"Sorry, I got distracted."he apologised quietly.

"No, no, it's okay."Ryan assured the boy,"Music it's one of my passions as well. When I was in high school I wanted to start a band with my...friend."he said reluctant to use the word 'friend'.

"Anyway, he played the bass, I can play the guitar, write and if it's needed can sing okay-ish. We even found a drummer, but unfortunately he had to move."the boy sighed fishing his key out of the jeans backpocket.

"That's rough."Patrick said sympathetic,"Hey, umm...I know it's none of my buissness, but are you alright? You seemed kind of down at lunch."he said taking his shoes off at the entrance.

"Yeah, I'm fine."the boy answered following the other's example. He didn't bother to take his shoes off at the entrance before and neither did Brendon seem to have any problem with it, but in the moment it felt inapropriate not to.

"Who do you room with?"Patrick called from the livingroom area. Ryan walked to the kitchen area and opened one of the cupboards, taking out two glasses.

"I'm rooming with Brendon, actually. He seems a little extravagant, but we get along pretty okay."he answered and turned around to face Patrick who was reading the spines of some books resting on a shelf,"Do you want anything to drink?"Ryan asked him.

"Oh!"Patrick said almost like he had just snapped out of a trance,"Well, knowing Brendon there'll probably some Capri Sun in the fridge."he chuckled and sat on the couch.

Ryan nodded and opened the fridge taking out the respective bevrages when a glimpse of a glass bottle hidden behind the Capri Sun bags caught his eye.

Out of sheer curiousity he moved the juice bags out of the way, finding a small half-empty bottle filled with an all-too-familiar brown liquid. He was utterly confused. How old was Brendon actually? Was he really that dumb to keep a bottle of whiskey knowing that he could get in trouble? Were alcoholic bevrages even allowed in the  building?

"Hey, is everything alright?"Patrick asked concerned walking towards the kitchen.

"Wha- oh, yeah. Everything's fine. I just remembered something."Ryan lied swiftly closing the fridge door,"Anyway, do you want a glass or..?"the boy asked awkwardly.

"Oh, just the bag is fine."Patrick responded and giggled,"It kinda reminds me of when I was a young boy."he said, a fond smile never leaving his face as he continued to talk about things he used to do back then.

Ryan couldn't pay attention, though. The only thing he could think about was in how much trouble Brendon was going to get when he returns to the apartament.

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A/N: 'Sup, fuckers? I've fallen back in my habit of having pre-wrote chapters, so yee that's what this is. Expect longer author's notes sometimes 'cuz I usually write these after finishing the chapter, but if anything happens afterwards Imma add it 'cuz we live like we want to, bitch.

Also, how did this get 40 views? Like, I know it's not much, but this is just so bad and everything feels so disconected 'cuz there's virtually nothing planned out and my writing scheudle is such a mess??