P!ATD
You've Heard This Before
A Fic by _ohholyfoolsx.
Brendon Urie and Ryan Ross pairing.
Chapter One.
He picked up his cup of coffee and gently took a small sip, staring at the world around him as they walked by the campus of the school. He was sitting, cross legged, on the edge of a stone bench reading his Psychology book and getting completely psyched for his Music class next. Usually there was an hour between each of his classes, but today most people were writing mid-terms and needed the extra time. He didn't and had chosen to do all his mid-terms in one day, getting high marks on all of them.
So, because of this, he still had regular classes and spent the time in between them reading by himself while his roommate ran around frantically looking for this notebook or that one or asking him what questions were in the Musical Theory exam. He's just chuckle and tell William it wasn't a big deal and he'd do fine, he just needed to remember what the professor said in class. No big deal.
But William made it into an event of the century. He had their own dorm room torn apart looking his guitar that he needed for the performance part of the exam. William would do fine on both parts of the exam; he was a born and bred guitarist and singer, he just need to calm down, take a breath and realise they were only mid-terms, not the gates of hell.
"Brendon! Will you just shut up and fucking help me look?!" Brendon had sat back on his heels, still holding William's theory book and pointed to the corner of the room where his guitar always was and where it was today, too, propped up on the wall.
"Do you even remember what a quarter note looks like, Beckett?" he asked sarcastically, holding open the book for his long haired friend. William gave him a stern look and cracked a smile. Brendan shook his head and began humming a tune he'd written as William went over a few more things.
"What are you playing for the presentation?" he asked, knowing the answer, but trying to force William to think calmly for a minute.
He didn't look up from his notes. "That song we wrote with the guys in 243." He began rattling off a lot of pointless information, but Brendon smiled; William was calm and thinking rather then trying to rush his way through his notes like everyone else. "I also added your guitar rhythms into mine so I can play it by myself. Oh, I think I'll sing it to, but I hadn't really thought of that yet. I suppose I'll have to, I mean the song doesn't sound right without those scathing lyrics you always churn out. I like them." He looked up, smiled and realised not a whole lot he'd just said made any sense, and his smile grew wider. "I just hope you're right."
Brendon smiled and laughed. "Don't worry. This is your last mid-term. Just go in there and ace it. I know the guys from 243 are having a party tonight, so we'll go out after, ok? Maybe we can get you a haircut tomorrow before Psychology."
William sneered back at Brendon and grabbed his guitar. " Ill see you after, Urie. Thanks." He closed the door and Brendan snapped back to attention as someone sat down next to him on the stone bench.
Tom Conrad. This was the guy you knew in high school who knew all the music, had the attitude, was the coolest guy and the nicest person, but you always felt intimidated around, no matter how fun it was. He wasn't the same as he was in high school, from what Brendon knew, but he was still the nice guy William claimed he was. He'd introduced himself as William's best friend and band mate, and Brendan felt a pang of jealously. He knew William counted on him for school stuff and that they were friends, but he was so close to Tom that it was hard to distinguish their voices and their humor. Brendon still felt like he was in high school around Tom, though he was so inviting.
"Hey Urie," Tom said, taking the book from Brendon's hand and flipping through the pages quickly before handing it back with a smile. "Psychology," he whistled through his teeth. "That's pretty intense, but I hear Mr Noiles is a good teacher and you're pretty smart."
Brendon smiled. "Thanks. Yeah, it's a tough class, but I mean, it's great all the time. Really in depth and not dry like a lot of the other courses around here." Tom nodded and the two sat in silence. Not the awkward silence he often had with William at night after a party or after a particularly hard Music day but a comfortable one. Tom eventually started up another conversation.
"Will's friend Ryan is having an end of mid-term party. Dorm 243? I know you know the guys, you wrote Will's mid-term performance song with them." Brendon nodded. He did know, it was the one they had talked up earlier that day before the Music mid-terms. "So, did you know if Will wanted to go?" he quickly looked away and something immediately clicked in Brendon's head. He smiled.
"Yeah, Will said something about going after his performance and he'll need someone to unwind with." Brendon winked and closed his Psychology book, taking in the slow red that was creeping up Tom's face. "But I'll definitely remind him tonight was he comes back from Music." Tom smiled thankfully and got up, leaving Brendon by himself with his thoughts.
He'd met William back when he'd first moved there and they had both taken great delight upon finding out they were room mates. Eventually, Brendon spilled to William that he was gay and William had laughed it off, telling him not to worry about it because he was probably gay too. That had been a relief for Brendon; he'd never had such an open friend like William before, who was just willing to accept and move on. It was the scariest thing about college to Brendon. Back at school, everyone knew, and those who didn't like it kept away, and those who accepted it smiled at him in the halls, and those who relished in it and were attracted to him met him at parties and had secret talks in the bathroom stalls, bodies pressed against each other in lust.
Being here had always felt different to him. He was smart and fit into his classes fine, picking up the material and struggling a bit along the way with everyone else. Some of the students in Music would give him looks and watch him as he sang or played and he did have an incredible voice, but he thought it was the way he acted around William that made them wonder. He treated William like he'd treat a girl; reaching around him, touching his pants with no more thought than he used when playing a simple tune. It was just natural and meant he was at ease with William, but everyone took it differently and he felt alone, unwanted and most of all, he felt different. He didn't have anyone from high school around him to tell him it was ok and he'd fit in fine socially as he got used to the environment.
Besides William, there was Tom, who was openly gay, but had the personality that made you love him even if you hated gays. There was the guys in room 243 who were friends of William and had said nothing to Brendon when he'd written the song with them. William had told him it was odd for them to be so quiet, but the session had gone well, so that was all he said about it. In reality, Brendon knew and was scared. He just was.
So he took those thoughts and buried them in the back of his mind as a cold gust of wind blew through. He sighed, picked up his books and trotted off to his dorm room to get an hour of sleep before William came back from his mid-term.
A Fic by _ohholyfoolsx.
Brendon Urie and Ryan Ross pairing.
Chapter One.
He picked up his cup of coffee and gently took a small sip, staring at the world around him as they walked by the campus of the school. He was sitting, cross legged, on the edge of a stone bench reading his Psychology book and getting completely psyched for his Music class next. Usually there was an hour between each of his classes, but today most people were writing mid-terms and needed the extra time. He didn't and had chosen to do all his mid-terms in one day, getting high marks on all of them.
So, because of this, he still had regular classes and spent the time in between them reading by himself while his roommate ran around frantically looking for this notebook or that one or asking him what questions were in the Musical Theory exam. He's just chuckle and tell William it wasn't a big deal and he'd do fine, he just needed to remember what the professor said in class. No big deal.
But William made it into an event of the century. He had their own dorm room torn apart looking his guitar that he needed for the performance part of the exam. William would do fine on both parts of the exam; he was a born and bred guitarist and singer, he just need to calm down, take a breath and realise they were only mid-terms, not the gates of hell.
"Brendon! Will you just shut up and fucking help me look?!" Brendon had sat back on his heels, still holding William's theory book and pointed to the corner of the room where his guitar always was and where it was today, too, propped up on the wall.
"Do you even remember what a quarter note looks like, Beckett?" he asked sarcastically, holding open the book for his long haired friend. William gave him a stern look and cracked a smile. Brendan shook his head and began humming a tune he'd written as William went over a few more things.
"What are you playing for the presentation?" he asked, knowing the answer, but trying to force William to think calmly for a minute.
He didn't look up from his notes. "That song we wrote with the guys in 243." He began rattling off a lot of pointless information, but Brendon smiled; William was calm and thinking rather then trying to rush his way through his notes like everyone else. "I also added your guitar rhythms into mine so I can play it by myself. Oh, I think I'll sing it to, but I hadn't really thought of that yet. I suppose I'll have to, I mean the song doesn't sound right without those scathing lyrics you always churn out. I like them." He looked up, smiled and realised not a whole lot he'd just said made any sense, and his smile grew wider. "I just hope you're right."
Brendon smiled and laughed. "Don't worry. This is your last mid-term. Just go in there and ace it. I know the guys from 243 are having a party tonight, so we'll go out after, ok? Maybe we can get you a haircut tomorrow before Psychology."
William sneered back at Brendon and grabbed his guitar. " Ill see you after, Urie. Thanks." He closed the door and Brendan snapped back to attention as someone sat down next to him on the stone bench.
Tom Conrad. This was the guy you knew in high school who knew all the music, had the attitude, was the coolest guy and the nicest person, but you always felt intimidated around, no matter how fun it was. He wasn't the same as he was in high school, from what Brendon knew, but he was still the nice guy William claimed he was. He'd introduced himself as William's best friend and band mate, and Brendan felt a pang of jealously. He knew William counted on him for school stuff and that they were friends, but he was so close to Tom that it was hard to distinguish their voices and their humor. Brendon still felt like he was in high school around Tom, though he was so inviting.
"Hey Urie," Tom said, taking the book from Brendon's hand and flipping through the pages quickly before handing it back with a smile. "Psychology," he whistled through his teeth. "That's pretty intense, but I hear Mr Noiles is a good teacher and you're pretty smart."
Brendon smiled. "Thanks. Yeah, it's a tough class, but I mean, it's great all the time. Really in depth and not dry like a lot of the other courses around here." Tom nodded and the two sat in silence. Not the awkward silence he often had with William at night after a party or after a particularly hard Music day but a comfortable one. Tom eventually started up another conversation.
"Will's friend Ryan is having an end of mid-term party. Dorm 243? I know you know the guys, you wrote Will's mid-term performance song with them." Brendon nodded. He did know, it was the one they had talked up earlier that day before the Music mid-terms. "So, did you know if Will wanted to go?" he quickly looked away and something immediately clicked in Brendon's head. He smiled.
"Yeah, Will said something about going after his performance and he'll need someone to unwind with." Brendon winked and closed his Psychology book, taking in the slow red that was creeping up Tom's face. "But I'll definitely remind him tonight was he comes back from Music." Tom smiled thankfully and got up, leaving Brendon by himself with his thoughts.
He'd met William back when he'd first moved there and they had both taken great delight upon finding out they were room mates. Eventually, Brendon spilled to William that he was gay and William had laughed it off, telling him not to worry about it because he was probably gay too. That had been a relief for Brendon; he'd never had such an open friend like William before, who was just willing to accept and move on. It was the scariest thing about college to Brendon. Back at school, everyone knew, and those who didn't like it kept away, and those who accepted it smiled at him in the halls, and those who relished in it and were attracted to him met him at parties and had secret talks in the bathroom stalls, bodies pressed against each other in lust.
Being here had always felt different to him. He was smart and fit into his classes fine, picking up the material and struggling a bit along the way with everyone else. Some of the students in Music would give him looks and watch him as he sang or played and he did have an incredible voice, but he thought it was the way he acted around William that made them wonder. He treated William like he'd treat a girl; reaching around him, touching his pants with no more thought than he used when playing a simple tune. It was just natural and meant he was at ease with William, but everyone took it differently and he felt alone, unwanted and most of all, he felt different. He didn't have anyone from high school around him to tell him it was ok and he'd fit in fine socially as he got used to the environment.
Besides William, there was Tom, who was openly gay, but had the personality that made you love him even if you hated gays. There was the guys in room 243 who were friends of William and had said nothing to Brendon when he'd written the song with them. William had told him it was odd for them to be so quiet, but the session had gone well, so that was all he said about it. In reality, Brendon knew and was scared. He just was.
So he took those thoughts and buried them in the back of his mind as a cold gust of wind blew through. He sighed, picked up his books and trotted off to his dorm room to get an hour of sleep before William came back from his mid-term.