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Brendon Urie closely followed behind his current date, trying to score some. He’d been trying to get with the resident school loser as a dare, but still felt like he deserved something out of it at least. So Brendon let his fake boyfriend take him out into the woods to a “super secret, private location” to hopefully get some.
This wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this. Brendon was sort of infamous for leaving a “string of broken hearts,” when in reality it was just a bunch of people he played who realized he was just an asshole.
“We’re almost there.” his date says, as Brendon sees a conveniently placed comforter and some snacks.
“Wow this is.. super out of the way.”
“Yeah..” Fake boyfriend laughs, teeth sparkling in the moonlight, “I only take guys I really like out here.” He turns around to face Brendon, taking his hand. “I have to tell you something.” He says with a suddenly very serious expression on his face.
“Of course, baby. You can tell me anything.” He says, showing off his sick flirt moves.
“Ok, Beebo, but you can’t tell anyone.” He smirks and licks his lips, leaning closer into Brendon.
Brendon meets him in the middle, locking their lips together and steamingly making out. Brendon leans him down onto the comforter, putting him into his lap.
The other boy disunites their lips, trailing kisses down to Brendon’s neck. He lets out a moan, wordlessly grabbing his hair and trying to push him down towards his Penis.
The other boy doesn’t budge, sucking harsher on Brendon’s neck, opening his mouth and quickly sticking his teeth into his neck, breaking the crusty layer of epidermis.
Brendon lets out a yelp, “Whoa, baby, that hurts.”
“Shut up, pussy.” The blood sucker replies, sinking his teeth deeper and draining blood.
“Owchie! Geesus Christ, Sugartits, are you trying to kill me?!” Brendon Yelps once more, trying to back away from the other.
“You could say that,” He says, smiling on his neck and holding Brendon down with his superhuman strength, “maybe don’t make bets on my emotions, Bren.”
“Fuck, dyude, how’d you even know about that?” Brendon winces and yells, which only causes the vampiric dude to bite down harder, “God! I’m sorry, okay?! Can you quit it out?!” Brendon lets out a blood curtling scream.
“Fuck you, Brendon Urie.” He says, shutting him up with a last deep chomp, killing him instantly. Licking his fingers, he quickly leaves the crime scene before anyone spots him.
Time skip!!!! .｡.:*☆
“Omigod, did you hear what happened last night, you guys?” Gerard says, his voice way too loud for 8:20am. Ray rubs his eyes and takes a sip of his caramel frappe.
“Omigod, what?!” Pete replies, the only person who could possibly match that energy.
“You didn’t hear?” Mikey says.
“It’s totally insane, omigod.” Gerard flails his arms around, “Brendon Urie,” He inhales his cigarette for dramatic effect, “Was totally found dead in the woods.” Everyone gasps super dramatically like they were just told about a cheating scandle.
Ray spits his coffee onto Mikey, “Holy fuck??” He raises his voice, “This is serious, Gee.”
“No, dude, he was, like, totally racist.” Gerard replies.
Patrick nods, “He was a total ass.”
“And a slut.” Pete replies.
“For real, who didn’t fuck him?” Gerard agrees, taking a sip of his frappe.
“Um, I didn’t.” Mikey replies, still wiping coffee off his face and fixing his hair.
“That’s ‘cause you’re a total virgin, Mikey,” Gerard says, like it’s super obvious.
Mikey blushes, “Whatever,” He says while dramatically flipping his hair out of his eyes. “I heard he had a small dick anyway.”
“Omigod, he does, right?” Pete shouts, totally reminiscing.
“Dude, total chode.” Gerard agrees. “Biggest micro penis ever, to be honest.”
“Guys, come on.” Ray says, the voice of reason, “He just died. Can we please not trash talk his dick?”
“It’s not trash talking if it’s the truth, Raymond Elizabeth Toro.” Gerard replies.
“That’s.. not my name??”
“Omigod!! Did you guys hear??” A voice across the yard shouts. Suddenly, a short Italian boy pops out behind a conveniently shaped bush.
“Piss head’s dead, we know.” Gerard shouts, doing the Chris Evans jog over to Frank to dab him up.
“Hell yeah, fuck the chode-meister.” Frank cheers, totally just giving Gerard a hand shake because he does not know how to dab people up, “No, but seriously, I heard he was murdered.” Frank adds, “Totally justified, in my opinion.”
“Guys!” Ray shouts, “This is totally disrespectful. A classmate just died. We should show some respect.” He says, sighing, “Plus, we’ll probably get the rest of the day off tomorrow.”
Pete whoops at that information, “Let’s smoke and play Just Dance 2015 in my basement!!” He says, then points to Mikey, “Except you, Mikey Way. You’re too young.”
“Pete, we’re the same age.” Mikey replies. “Besides, Gerard doesn’t let me smoke anyway.”
Gerard laughs, then dunks on him “Fucking sophomore.”
“Oi, Mr. Way! What did I tell you about dunking your little brother on school property?” A loud british voice says from behind the group, sporting 2 cigarettes in his left hand.
“Mr. Armstrong, are you allowed to be smoking on campus???” Gerard replies, trying to change the topic of the conversation.
“What’s that in your hand, Mr. Way?” Mr. Armstrong replies.
Gerard quickly shoves the cigarette in his mouth, “Nothing, sir.” He says, his voice muffled.
“I..” Mr. Armstrong starts, looking confused, “I’ll see you in 4th.” He says, walking away.
“Dude, nice save.” Pete says while Gerard coughs the cigarette onto the dirt floor.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Gee.” Mikey says, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Nothing, bro. That was a perfect save.” He replies in between coughs.
Frank rubs his back soothingly, “That was so dumb, I want to kiss you.”
Everyone diverts their eyes from Gerard to look down at Frank, who’s eyes were blown wide from surprise of what he had just said. “Haha, what? I said I want to hit you!!!”
Thankfully, the bell rings just after that, saving Frank from any questioning or embarrassment. “Well, gotta run! AP Italian waits for no man!”
Ray shakes his head as everyone watches him run off, “He’s so silly.” He states, walking with the group at a leisurely pace towards the front.
“He’s the silliest fucking goose,” Mikey adds.
“The fucking silliest goober, am I right?” Pete adds.
“Speaking of goobers, where’s Ryan?” Patrick asks, “He usually meets with us in the morning.”
“He probably slept through his alarm again.” Mikey says.
“Classic Ryan!” Everyone replies, laughing and slapping each other on the back before stopping and parting ways to go to class.
Mikey and Pete walk together to Geometry, because they’re fucking sophmores.
“Pete, can I tell you something?” Mikey asks hesitantly.
“Of course, Mikey Way, what’s up?” Pete replies, full attention on Mikey.
“To be honest, I’m kind of scared.” Mikey bites his nail.
“Mikey, it’s okay.” Pete says, reasurringly, “You don’t have to be scared. It’s okay to be gay.”
“Yeah, wait what?” Mikey does a double take, “I meant about the person who murdered Brendon.”
“Oh,” Pete replies, “Right. I’m sure you’ll be fine. Do we even know if he was murdered?”
“I don’t know, Pete..” Mikey sighs, “I’m just so scared.”
“Hey,” Pete grabs his shoulder and stops in the middle of the crowded hallway, “It’s okay. I’ll protect you.”
Mikey blushes and averts his eyes to Pete’s shoes, “Thanks, Pete.”
“Of course, Mikey Way.” He says, trailing his arm down Mikey’s shoulder, “Let’s go to Geometry.”
Time skip!!!! .｡.:*☆U
Just as the bell rang, Gerard slid into his 4th period AP Lit class and headed straight to his seat next to Frank and Ray.
“Mr. Way, nice of you to join us,” says Mr. Armstrong, standing from his desk.
“Come on, Mr. Armstrong!!” Gerard says, gasping for air, as he takes a seat to the left of Frank. “You KNOW I would never miss one of your classes!”
Ray looks over at the panting Gerard, “Dude, did you fucking run here or something?”
Gerard whips his head around to face Frank and Ray. “You guys are not gonna fucking believe what I heard about fucktwad Urie.”
“Mr. Way, please pay attention.” Mr. Armstrong says, continuing to write on the whiteboard.
Gerard swivels around in his seat and says a quick “sorry” before dropping his voice in a whisper. “Okay, so I heard that, apparently, chodester had a little bet going with his friends- ”
“Mr. Way.”
“Sorry, Mr. Armstrong,” Gerard says, taking out his notebook to start taking notes on the lesson.
A few moments later, a foot lightly kicks Gerard under his desk. “What was the bet?”
Gerard glanced up at Frank, who seemed intrigued by this new info that was just dropped on him. Gerard looks to see if Mr. Armstrong was facing them before turning his head towards Frank to continue.
“Urie’s friends made a bet with him to date Ryan.”
“Wait, you mean our Ryan? Our Ryan who had the biggest crush on Brendon Urie all throughout middle school and his freshman year? Before realizing he was a racist, transphobic, womanizing slut?” Ray says, leaning over to look at Gerard bewildered.
“Yes, our Ryan! And, guess what else I heard?” Gerard fully turned his body to face his friends. “Brendon told his friends that he was planning on ‘getting some from the loser’ last n-”
“Gerard! This is the third time that you and Mr. Toro and Mr. Iero have disrupted my lesson today. If you all do not stop, I will have to give all three of you detention.” Mr Armstong said, standing at the front of the classroom with his hands on his hips, looking at the boys with a stern stare.
The three boys murmured quick apologies to their teacher, but still continued to talk as soon as Mr. Armstrong turned around again.
Frank turned back to Gerard, “Come on, Way! What else did you hear?”
“I heard that,” Gerard’s voice dropped to a whisper, “Brendon’s body was found with 2 bite marks on his neck.”
“What are you implying?” Frank scoffs, “That he was murdered by a vampire?”
“I’m not implying, I’m saying.” Gerard rolls his eyes, “Brendon Urie was defo killed by a vampire.” He says. Once more, his voice drops to a whisper, “And, connecting the dots, it sounds pretty likely that..” He paused.
“What? That Ryan sucked and murdered his tiny ass?”
“WHAT?” Ray shouted as he quickly swung his head, looking at Gerard and Frank with wide eyes
“Mr. Toro! That’s it! You boys, out, now to the principal’s office.”
“Aw, but Mr. Armstrong-”
“No buts! Get out of my class!” He yelled.
“But-” Gerard tried protesting.
“I said no buts! Get out or I’m calling your parents and telling them what I saw you doing this morning!”
“Well, no arguing with that,” Frank said, grabbing his stuff and heading out. Ray shrugged and followed suit.
“That’s a cold move, Mr. Armstrong,” Gerard replied, getting out of his seat and grabbing his shoulder bag, “cold move.”
“Enjoy detention, boys.” Mr. Armstrong waved, watching them leave.