All The Pretty People...-Rydon

...Die in Horror Movies

     My feet dug into the cold dirt as I ran thought the dark woods, dodging the tall unforgiving trees and making sure not one would be able to find me. I finally reached a tree that was the size of a small obese person and as tall as two large giraffes. I leaned against it, letting myself pant as my eyes shifted side to side looking for my common enemy. When I confirmed he wasn't here, my eyes slipped closed. A sigh escaped from my lips and I let the dark overtake me, hoping it would shield me tonight.
Then I heard him coming at me at top speed. Before I had the chance to move or even move my eyes for that matter he had tackled me to the ground, pinning my arms down and sitting on my waist. I opened my eyes to see his stupid smile. I frowned as he said, "Found Ya. That make the score forty eight to …zero! Right?"
I rolled my eyes as he continued," You really suck at this hiding thing Ryan."
Brendon let me get up and as I brushed dirt of my shirt he rambled on  about how if me and him were in a horror film, I would be the first to die for many reason. One being I couldn't hide even if my life depended on it. He then proceeded to trip on his own to feet and face plant.
"Oh, yeah, and you would be sooo better off Urie. You would be trying to run away and trip and fall and end up being killed right there!" I laughed as he pulled himself off the ground and back to his feet.
If it wasn't for his smile, his death glares would have scared me. "Shddup!" Feeling rather juvenile, I stuck out my tongue and replied back a smug, "No."
That moment he sprang towards me, and I sprinted off so he wouldn't be able to pin me down again.
I laughed as he caught up to me effortlessly, his fingers just touching the back of my shirt, sending chills up and down my spine. I reached a clearing in the dark, congested woods and his body collided with mine, sending me to the ground once more. With a smile he said, "I know another reason you would die first in a horror movie…"
I tilted my head, ignoring the fact his face was rather close to mine and that he had me pinned down. "And that would be…?"
His face inched even closer to mine as he whispered sweetly, "The pretty boys always die."
With that his lips pressed to mine. He kissed me with longing mixed with a heavy douse of passion. Those soft, pillow lips felt like heaven on earth and left me feeling like I was floating for a few moment.
After a few seconds, he pulled away, and pulled himself off me to lay next to me. Even though I was left disappointed and wanting more, I did not protest as he looked up at the star speckled night sky. His fingers laced themselves into mine as he sighed, "I hope when me and you die in that horror film, we get to die under a star lit night…"
His head turned to look at me as I replied  back, " I hope if we are in a horror movie we don't die at all!"
Brendon laughed and said, "Everyone pretty dies in horror movies!!"
"So you won't die but I will?!"
"That's cold Ross."
"Well, I have to speak the truth!", I shrugged with a stupid grin.
"…You make me sad", Brendon whimpered with a puppy dog pout.
I kissed his cheek and whispered sarcastically, "You aren't pretty Bden, you are so beautiful that mirrors envy you! Roses and rainbows wish they were as pretty as you!"
With a smile he said, "Your sarcasm is very much appreciated."
We sat there for a few moment, just looking into each others eyes. I wanted him to kiss me again, but I didn't want to seem so…well, needy.
Finally, Brendon broke the silence, "So, when me and you are in a horror movie, we will make sure we go to a open field on a starry night so we can die under the stars together…agreed?" Brendon cooed as he wrapped his arms round me.
I took advantage of the moment and cuddled myself into his chest and smiled as he kissed the top of my head. "So all the pretty people have to die?"
"Of course Ryan…we've been over this. Haven't we?" Brendon said with a roll of his deep brown eyes.
I closed my light brown ones and took a deep breath before I uttered with a smile, "Well, at least I get to die with you."