Prologue

Brendon Urie has a perfect life. He comes from a wealthy family and lives in a fairly large home as an only child. He's been blessed with popularity. His three best friends, Jon, Travis and William, are the greatest friends any teenager could ask for. And his parents and peers are fully accepting of his homosexuality. His life outshines most others. He's got almost everything he could ask for. Almost everything.

He's single. He doesn't like being single. In fact, he hates it. Maybe it wouldn't bother him much if Travis and William weren't together, because then he wouldn't have to see the perfect relationship he doesn't have every day. But because they're his friends, he has to witness it.

He wants to be held the way Travie holds Will, and he wants to be able to kiss someone outside of his family. Well, any girl would be ready and willing to accept his kisses. But, as previously stated, he doesn't roll that way. It's probably not good for a person's mental health to be jealous of one's friends, but Brendon is extremely green when it comes to Travie & Will. Because it's always Travie & Will. Never Travie, and never Will. They're always together.

Brendon wants to be like that. He wants to be Brendon & Anonymous. He wants to belong with someone.

This very thought crosses his mind one day in the cafeteria during lunch. Jon's stuffing his face with whatever crap the old ladies are serving, and Will and Travie are giggling quietly and mumbling sweet nonsense to each other.

"Hey, Travie? Will?" Brendon asks, worried that he'll be shouted at for interrupting the romance. But Will just turns his head and smiles shyly.

"Yeah, Bren?"

"How did you and Travie meet? Was it, like…" Brendon suddenly feels very embarrassed and he struggles to get his next words out, "love at first sight?"

Travis chuckles, and Brendon instantly regrets saying anything. "I feel ridiculous for saying this, but I guess it kind of was." He smiles. "I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing."

William detaches himself from Travie, smirking at the displeased noise the older boy makes. He folds his hands under his chin and tells the story. "It was the first time I'd ever gotten detention and-"

Jon drops his spoon (Fork? Spork? Whatever.) and leans in. "This is going to be good, I can tell," he mumbles.

William glares at him, warning him not to interrupt again. "As I was saying, my first detention ever, and definitely not my last. I walk in and everyone stares at me like I'm some sort of freak, which, I guess to them, I was. They'd never seen me before, so I was different to them. An outcast, for the first time in my life. But then I see this one," he gestures to Travie, "smiling at me and waving for me to sit in the seat next to him. I guess we just kind of... I don't know…"

Travie leans over and wraps his arm around Will's shoulders. "Clicked?"

"Yeah," William sighs. "We clicked."

Brendon bites his lip. "Wow. I wish I had a story like that to tell."

"And someday you will, Little Boy B."

"Don't call me that, Jon."

***

Brendon's never thought about his single status this much. He usually forgets about it, telling himself that, as the second most popular kid in school, he's going to find someone some day. But after hearing Will and Travie's story, he doesn't just want to find someone. Now, he wants to just see someone and have his whole entire world flip around. He wants to feel it the second he sees him. He wants to be the one making people jealous.

He never thought he'd admit to himself that he wanted a fairytale. It seemed like too much of a girly thing. But then again, he's not the manliest kid alive.

Thinking this much, especially about something so trivial, can't be healthy for my mind, he tells himself warily. But he continues to dwell upon it as he enters his chemistry classroom. He looks up from his shuffling feet and smiles half-heartedly at familiar faces. But there's one person he's never seen before. Keep in mind, this is a very rare occasion. This person is sitting in his spot. Everyone in his class knows it's his. Who does this guy think he is, just waltzing in and taking it? He scowls and makes his way over to confront the newcomer.

"Excuse me," he says, but he can't say another single word because he's instantly mesmerized by the most beautiful caramel eyes he's ever looked into.

"Yes?" the boy says.

"Um, you," he pauses, "you're in my... my spot," Brendon stutters.

The boy smiles innocently and glances at the open seat next to him. "Well, I think I can make room for you." He transfers himself from one seat to the other and pats the newly available chair. Brendon smiles and takes his seat.

"Thank you," he says. "I'm Brendon, by the way. Brendon Urie."

"Ryan Ross."