"Oh my God, Alex - fuck, Alex, you have to help me," Brendon called, skidding to a stop in front of him. "Kiss me - right now."
Alex raised an eyebrow at him. "What are you talking about, Urie? You know I have a girlfriend."
"Doesn't matter," Brendon said, pulling him in by his arm and kissing him on the mouth.
"Five seconds minimum per kiss, Brendon, don't forget!" a voice called from down the hall.
Brendon pulled away, flushed. "Thanks, will you sign my card?"
Alex was still stunned by the slightly cherry aftertaste but took the index card and studied it.
"Dude, I have to get six more kisses before I make goal, just sign it," Brendon said, bouncing on his heels and holding out a sharpie.
"Do I want to know what this is for?" Alex asked, signing Suaresy with a flourish under Victoria's name.
"Probably not, but thank you for your lips. Gotta go," Brendon said, taking the card back and scrawling a check mark on his wrist before darting through the exit.
"Weird," he muttered.
"Suarez, hey, wait up - I need you!" Nate almost knocked him down in his rush.
"God, what now?" Alex asked, scrubbing at the mark on his wrist.
"Fuck, Urie got you already? I'm going to kill him," Nate hissed, rushing out of the building.
Gabe and Ryland appeared with pleased grins on their faces. "Did you guys have something to do with this?" he asked, holding up his wrist.
"Of course not," Gabe said. Ryland snorted.
"Seriously. Are they spreading mono? Surely you two haven't sank low enough to bring biological warfare into this," Alex said.
Ryland patted him on the back. "Don't worry. It's just a friendly wager."
The door slammed open again and Brendon rushed in and nudged Alex aside, hopping to stand on the toes of Ryland's shoes before marking a huge checkmark on his cheek and kissing him backwards a step. "Foul!" Gabe protested through his laughter.
Brendon didn't react and moved quickly to peck Gabe on the mouth and draw a check on his face.
"What the fuck, guys?" Alex asked.
"I win," Brendon said, shoving the card at Gabe triumphantly. "Also, you should probably call an ambulance because Nate just got punched in the face outside. But I still win."
Re: PATD, Brendon/anyone
"Oh my God, Alex - fuck, Alex, you have to help me," Brendon called, skidding to a stop in front of him. "Kiss me - right now."
Alex raised an eyebrow at him. "What are you talking about, Urie? You know I have a girlfriend."
"Doesn't matter," Brendon said, pulling him in by his arm and kissing him on the mouth.
"Five seconds minimum per kiss, Brendon, don't forget!" a voice called from down the hall.
Brendon pulled away, flushed. "Thanks, will you sign my card?"
Alex was still stunned by the slightly cherry aftertaste but took the index card and studied it.
"Dude, I have to get six more kisses before I make goal, just sign it," Brendon said, bouncing on his heels and holding out a sharpie.
"Do I want to know what this is for?" Alex asked, signing Suaresy with a flourish under Victoria's name.
"Probably not, but thank you for your lips. Gotta go," Brendon said, taking the card back and scrawling a check mark on his wrist before darting through the exit.
"Weird," he muttered.
"Suarez, hey, wait up - I need you!" Nate almost knocked him down in his rush.
"God, what now?" Alex asked, scrubbing at the mark on his wrist.
"Fuck, Urie got you already? I'm going to kill him," Nate hissed, rushing out of the building.
Gabe and Ryland appeared with pleased grins on their faces. "Did you guys have something to do with this?" he asked, holding up his wrist.
"Of course not," Gabe said. Ryland snorted.
"Seriously. Are they spreading mono? Surely you two haven't sank low enough to bring biological warfare into this," Alex said.
Ryland patted him on the back. "Don't worry. It's just a friendly wager."
The door slammed open again and Brendon rushed in and nudged Alex aside, hopping to stand on the toes of Ryland's shoes before marking a huge checkmark on his cheek and kissing him backwards a step. "Foul!" Gabe protested through his laughter.
Brendon didn't react and moved quickly to peck Gabe on the mouth and draw a check on his face.
"What the fuck, guys?" Alex asked.
"I win," Brendon said, shoving the card at Gabe triumphantly. "Also, you should probably call an ambulance because Nate just got punched in the face outside. But I still win."