Frank has done some bad things in his life. Some really bad things. But Gerard, his new cellmate....yeah, he's done worse. Much worse. Frank doesn't know this, though, when they meet- all he sees is a ragged, dark man with dark hair and dark eyes and a bright, golden cross around his neck. And all he knows is that Gerard is the first of his cellmates to refuse the offer he always makes- have sex with him. He's also the first of his cellmates to have gotten out. This is not my fic. This was NOT franksenpai's fic. This fic was originally written by Venne on mibba, which can be found here: http://www.mibba.com/Stories/Read/483749/A-Bullet-Through-a-Flock-of-Doves/

Summary: Ryan is a misanthropic Starbucks barista who is a tired insomniac and just wants to be left alone. Then Brendon moves in. myheartradio on livejournal

Troye has been set up on a blind date for a company event night by Caspar - his caring, but highly unpredictable friend. The man that shows up at his door turns out to be someone, or rather -something-, Troye could have never expected. Can he get past the awkward situation he's been put in and enjoy himself? Troye's not so sure... Giving in to Tyler's advances, Troye finds himself in a very strange yet, physically, very satisfying situation. As time progresses, so does the relationship between the two unlikely lovers. But will the fine balance between sex and romance stay the way it is? Or will it all fall into ruin because of their resistance to fall for each other?

"Alright boys. Spring break has three rules and three rules only. Rule number one: drink as much as you can as fast as you can. No one likes the sober guy. If you're not drunk by noon, you're doing something wrong. Rule number two: alway share your weed. I'm not saying to share it with everyone. Just the people in our group. Don't bogart any joints. Dont hog the bowl. Share. Simple as that. And the most important rule is rule number three. No matter what happens, or who you meet, DO NOT fall in love. Got it?"

Ryan Ross was a guitar player in a small band called Close Corners, and by small, he meant that they played sold out shows every night and toured the world. He was a shy guy, he only ever opened up to the people he was close to. He was sensitive and sweet, and none of the things Brendon Urie was. Brendon was a fucking model. He had been on the cover of almost every magazine in the world, either for his amazingly handsome face or for a story about one of his outrageous parties. He was a Hollywood bad boy, and people latched on to him left and right. He went through boyfriends like he went through toilet paper. I guess that's why the world pulled their attention to the two boys when They were spotted as a couple in a small club. Everything kind of just blew up from there.

A story in which Brendon is 'kidnapped' by a guy on a motorcycle.

"Why are you always so sad and gloomy?" "What's so wrong with being sad?" "Everything."

"What if I was gay?" "I'd fuck you." //Phan I was 13 when I wrote this please feel free to read anything else I wrote down the line, babes.

It all began when George texts Blake...