panicdischoe is mad at me because i'm a bitch so spam her and tell her i luv her very much okay????
also she didn't want this idea that she was halfway through so she gave it to me and i'm heLLA excited to write it so here we go kiddos.
(elise when you see this i'm very sorry and put a hell of a lot of work into this and i love you okay?)
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the world is full of hatred.
but nothing could really compare to the hatred that brendon urie and ryan ross shared for each other.
jon walker, however, had always wanted them together. they were his two best friends, and jon couldn't stand the fact that they hated each other. through the food fights and the constant name calling, jon still put up with them.
he had tried everything.
you name it, jon has done it.
whether it be taking them both to the first screening of the fault in our stars, (both of their favorite book, but neither would admit it.) or forcing them both to come over to listen to the new vinyl jon purchased of their favorite album, regional at best, he failed miserably every time. the two ended up arguing over whether augustus should've died and if glowing eyes or kitchen sink was the best song on the album.
but what those immature fuckers didn't know, was how much they truly had in common.
they were both friends with jon, throughly enjoyed pineapple flavored soda, listened to the same bands, and were about as straight as taylor swift's 2008 hair.
there was one day a year that brendon and ryan got along.
well they didn't really get along, but just, i guess the string of profanities and death threats weren't as violent.
september 17th, also known as the day jonathan jacob walker was birthed out of his mum's vagina, as brendon likes to call it.
the trio gets together on this day, and sits atop the monkey bars at the local park. they drink little bottles of chocolate milk, and jon talks about his problems.
but for his 19th birthday, jon wanted to do something different. something more exciting.
and that my dear friends, was the topic of the urie vs ross argument of the day.
"i think we should just go to rhode island and go to the music festival." ryan said, hiding his face behind his carton.
jon nodded, liking the idea of discovering underrated and brand new indie bands.
brendon however, was not having that idea. he moaned at the top of his lungs, clearly expressing his dislike of that idea.
ryan glared at him.
brendon rolled his eyes and stared back.
jon just giggled to himself, sensing the sexual tension.
"for the love of god! would the two of you stop having eye sex and help me figure out what the fuck we're gonna do for my birthday?"
