brendon was giddy, checking his phone basically every millisecond to see if ryan had texted him.
he almost got his phone taken up by the teacher since he was so distracted by it.
pete, brendon's closest friend, was eyeing the boy wondering what was going on.
"dude, what the fuck is up?" he whispered, causing brendon to jump a bit.
"ryan ross, that's what the fuck is up." brendon answered with a curt tone.
"you finally talked to him?" pete asked incredulously.
"wentz, urie! something more important than my lesson?" mr. black spoke, all eyes landing on us.
"well yeah, anything that isn't about napoleon's reign is important to me." the class whistled and whooped at brendon's response.
"attitude gets you nowhere, urie. next time it'll be a detention."
brendon rolled his eyes and mouthed to Pete he'd tell him later.
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Pretty boy; ryden
Fanfiction❝I just love being pretty❞ in which brendon is a sucker for the boy who just loves looking pretty.
