We Call Each Other Names But In No Way Is It Sexual Whatsoever.

Chapter Four

Brendon's POV

As I made it to school I immediately spotted Ryan. He was talking to some girls named Sarah and Lindsey or something. I decided to surprise him. Let's hope he can hold my weight.

I sprinted towards the boy, catching him off guard as I jumped onto him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

He stumbled, though he managed to keep himself from falling. He gripped onto me, not letting me fall. The girls were giggling.

I decided to make this attack even better.

"Oh, jesus- Hi babybo-" I interrupted him with a light kiss upon the lips. I let go of him, dropping down.

"No homo though." I winked at him. 

Was he... blushing? Weird, he's never done that.

"Y-yeah," He stuttered slightly. At this point Lindsey and Sarah were squealing in fan girl language as they ran away. They were probably off to tell everyone about what just happened.

I smiled. "Ready for class?"

He nodded, still uneasy from the surprise attack. I grinned, reaching out and intertwining our fingers.

We made our way to class, sitting down next to each other. I assume the news of our little 'kiss' if you would even call it that, had made its way around now. People were whispering, some of the girls were giggling as they watched us. The teacher wasn't amused, though. But it's alright.

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Halfway through the class Ryan was called on. He didn't reply immediately, and the teacher had to call on him again. He finally snapped back into the real world. Once again, was that, blush? What's gotten into him? 

He blinked, stuttering as he answered slowly. I wonder what is on his mind?

"Yo, Ryan, why the fuck you blushing?" Some kid called out suddenly. At least I wasn't the one who asked it, though it was tempting. I could take this moment and make it great.

"Language!" The teacher shouted.

"It's kinda hot." I rested my chin on my palm and fluttered my eyes like a fucking moron at Ryan. His eyes widened and he seemed to turn blood red. Damn, why's he acting like some horny 14 year old today? I could hear some people laughing or giggling. A few made remarks of disgust or resentment. I didn't care. This was hilarious. Well, it was until Ryan left the classroom in a rush after I winked.

Weird. He's never acted like this. Maybe I've taken our platonic flirting too far. Shit. I need to make sure he's alright. I stood up quickly, knocking my chair over in the process.

"Where are you going, Urie?" The teacher glared. I smirked, walking to the door. I then faced the class and saluted briefly before I turned and bolted after the tall boy. I could hear the teacher huff, irritated.

I saw a bathroom door shut near the other half of the school. It was probably Ryan. I walked, trying to think of why he was acting so strange. I reached the restroom, opening the door slowly. Shit. What the fuck. I could hear stifled breaths. Ryans shoes peaked out from behind a stall. As I walked closer to the stall.

"Ryan? You alright?" I spoke softly.

I could hear him mutter a quiet "fuck" before responding. "I'm fine, don't worry-" I stumbled back as he interrupted himself with a moan. 

"Uh- what the fuck, Ryan? You sure you're okay?" I was stunned. Did he just- was he.. no, he's probably just... shit, he is.

More breathing. A part of me was tempted to look through the crack in the stall. No. That's weird. And gross.

"Uhhh, Brendon? Fuck, can you-" a short pause as he breathed in, "leave?!" He sounded strained.

"Yeah, yeah- I'm leaving-" I inhaled sharply.

I dashed out the bathroom.

That happened.

What the fuck.

I just listed to my best friend masturbate in the school restroom.

What the fuck.

What.

The.

Fuck.