Every year the school hosts a game. Find all the objects and you win. Brendon has played for the last three years, this is his last. Ryan is a newbie and is lost. When handcuffed together for the games, the two must fight it out to win the game.

Brendon's boyfriend breaks up with him and leaves him an absolute mess. Ryan is a friend of a friend, and just so happens to be cute and available.

Title: The Man with the Sunflowers Author: panic_smile Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Ryan Ross/ Brendon Urie POV: Third, Ryan's perspective Summary: Ryan's normal but the rest of the world isn't. He meets a guy called Brendon who's entirely too content with a life of plants for Ryan's liking. A tale about not everything needing a reason, and about sunflowers. {not mine, this belongs to panic_smile on livejournal}

I AM NOT THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR OF THIS ONE SHOT!!!!! the original author of this is vmaoranges on archiveofourown.org (ill delete if told by the author) summary: When eighteen-year-old Brendon Urie is admitted to a mental hospital, he is forced to deal with his many issues, along with his schizophrenic roommate, Ryan. -HUGE TRIGGER WARNING : eating disorders, self harm, mental institution, suicide, schizophrenic -SMUT WARNING

Ryan's new in town and with his crippling anxiety and past issues with bullying at his last town, school is not going to be easy for him to start fresh. That is, until he meets Brendon, the only person he can count on to make his life less painful than it already is. As school takes an unexpected turn, Ryan finds himself thinking about Brendon as more than a friend...

Brendon was a boy in love. Ryan was the pitcher for the school baseball team. {Just a ryden baseball au I thought would be cute!} Brendon's POV

"I wish I could see space in everyone's eyes." Ryan loves space. Ryan loves the sun, moon, galaxy and everything that has to do with night. He's different, maybe that's why Brendon likes him because he sees the world through different eyes.

*short chapters, finished* "B-bye Ryan", I whispered after he was gone. I smiled to myself because I managed to say his name out without stuttering.