Pretty. Odd. #A Ryden Fanfic# [DISCONTINUED]

Pretty. Odd. #A Ryden Fanfic#

Brendon's P.O.V

I sat in class with my back to the boy. I wanted to look at him so bad but I knew he'd notice. I didn't want him to feel awkward on his first day, although I could tell he was already extremely timid. Along with everybody else in the room(apart from the teacher),he was tapping his foot on the linoleum floor. Not out of boredom, but out of nervousness. His shoe made a slightly different noise to the rest, it was faster, and used more force than necessary.

I didn't even bother trying to make sense of what Mr Trohman was saying, and I doubt many other students were either. Although I did tune in when the teacher said 'Alright, pack away your materials, and get ready to leave.' I stood up along with the other students as the bell rang and, just before I walked out the door, I caught another glimpse of the boy, hurriedly putting his books away.

I decided to wait for him, catch him at the door, introduce myself properly. He lagged behind the other children, leaving at least a 25 second gap between himself and the second last boy to walk through the door. He went to run over to his locker but I gripped him by the arm, holding him tightly. He looked truly frightened, a terrified expression on his face.

'Hello!' I said, a grin on my own. His look softened, and as he uttered his next word I could see how gorgeous this boy truly was. 'H-h-hi...'

'My name's Urie. Brendon Urie. And yours?'

'Ryan Ross.' I was probably smiling like an idiot, but I didn't care. Ryan was astonishing, breath-taking. He didn't know what he did to me, just by saying his own name.

'Aww, c'mon Ross, don't be shy. I won't bite, unless you want me to.' I flirted. I also added a little wink to that, just to throw him off. And that I did.

Ryan blushed profusely. 'Uh... Uh... Uh... Ummm... O-o-okay...' He stammered and stuttered, tried to get a sentence out but failed miserably. I smiled to myself, realizing how I was affecting him.