One handed pushed the door open as the other ran through the brown, curly locks on his head. Taking a quick scan around the nearly empty diner, Ryan headed straight to an open booth in the corner of the diner. As he took his seat, he brought out his journal and opened to a fresh page. His mind raced with new words, new melodies, new possibilities to fill the page. As he began writing, he entered a different world away from the sounds of silverware on plate, the smell of frier grease, and away from the small chit chat created by other customers. 

Not long into his writing, a voice halted his thoughts mid sentence. Turning his head he looked up at young man writing a quick note on his small notepad. It didn't take Ryan long to realize how attractive this man was. His apron was stained probably from previous work days. He hoped that was dried oatmeal on the sleeve of his shirt. Ryan knew the man needed to shower after seeing the way his greasy dark hair stuck together. 

"My name is Brendon. I'll be your server today. Can I start you off with something to drink?" 

Ryan barely heard him as he began taking in the man's facial features. He noticed a scar cutting through his eyebrow. Brendon's forehead was also fairly large. His bottom lip was pulled between his white teeth. Stubble ran along his sharp jaw. Ryan found himself staring into his chocolate brown eyes. 

"Um, sir?" Brendon snapped Ryan out of his thoughts. 

"Oh... um.. coffee, please?" Brendon raised one eyebrow at Ryan before nodding and turning toward the kitchen. Ryan took a moment to watch Brendon's hips sway as he walked away, admiring the way the man's ass looked in those jeans.  

Once Brendon was out of view, Ryan turned his attention back to his notebook, successfully filling up half the page easily. As he created new lyrics, his mind simultaneously creating melodies and harmonies to accompany his words. Just like before, the man's voice stopped him from his thoughts. 

"You're a regular decorated emergency." Ryan looked over to Brendon leaning over enough to read what Ryan had wrote. With a smile on his face, Brendon turned to look at Ryan. "That's really good. So, you write songs?" Ryan's heart began beating faster and faster in his chest. He never let anyone read his journal. It had every secret thought, every bad memory, every desire he had in the form of lyrics.

He slammed the book shut harder than he intended to. Brendon took a quick step back and dropped his gaze. "Sorry.. I didn't mean to intrude or anything..." He placed the coffee he was hold down in front of Ryan, pulling out his little notepad again. "Are you ready to order?" 

Looking up at Brendon, Ryan tried to apologize, but wasn't able to get any words out. Brendon stood there awkwardly waiting for a response. "I can give you more time and come back." Brendon suggested and started to turn away.

"No!" Ryan shouted quickly. He didn't mean to yell, but he didn't want Brendon to leave just yet. "I, um. I'm not sure what to get." He gave a sheepish smile. "Have any recommendations?" Brendon smiled as his eyes seemed to light up a bit. 

"Of course. Well, I wouldn't say it's the best thing on the menu, but it's what I always eat when I'm not working. And well, it's not all fancy. I just get a burger, but they're really good. I don't know. I'm just boring." Ryan smiled as he watched the man defending his dish choice. 

"I don't think you're boring." Ryan watched a blush creep over Brendon's cheeks.

"How would you know? You don't even know me." Getting a sudden burst of confidence from Brendon's reaction to his comment, Ryan leaned forward a bit while smirking up at the waiter.

"I'd like to though. I can start off by having the meal you claim to get every time you eat here."

"You sure? It's a bit risky letting a stranger order your meal for you." Ryan leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms.

"Well, my friends don't call me risky Ross for nothing." The smile on Ryan's face matched Brendon's.

"Are you serious? Your friends actually call you that?" Ryan's confident smirk fell as he stuttered. 

"Well, uh. No, but, um. They would... if I had friends, they would." Ryan shook away a blush and continued determinedly. "But that's beside the point." Ryan looked up to see Brendon still smiling, only now his attention on the notepad in his hands. 

"So, your name is Ross?" 

"No. Ross is my last name." Brendon nodded in response. His lip pulled in between his teeth again nervously. 

"Do I get to know your first name?" Brendon asked hesitantly, still not making eye contact.

"That depends."

"On?"

"Whether or not I get your number." Ryan couldn't help but smile as Brendon chuckled softly. He turned and headed back to the kitchen only briefly talking over his shoulder. 

"I'll have your order out in a little bit." Ryan shook is head in amusement at the boy. He couldn't help but enjoy the simple back and forth he had with the man.

Ryan wasn't lost with his thoughts long before Brendon was in front of him again. Brendon cleared his throat before slowly lowering the plate down in front of Ryan while singing the moon landing song. 

"Ladies and gentlemen." Brendon said in a deeper voice. "I present to you the all American classic burger that has warmed the hearts of half of America and clogged the hearts of the other half." Ryan bit his lip to hold a laugh to let Brendon continue. "I give a perfectly cooked, well done hamburger patty, an essential ingredient, garnished with our greenest lettuce and reddest tomatoes. But of course we can not forget about the three strips of crispy bacon all pressed together by a lightly toasted sesame bun." 

"Wow, Brendon.."

"I'm not finished." Ryan let out a small laugh before mouthing 'sorry' and motioning for him to continue. Brendon cleared his voice again, taking a dramatic breath before speaking in his deep voice again. "And who can forget a burger's best friend. For every burger must be served with its trusty sidekick," Brendon leaned in quickly talking quietly in his normal voice. "But also a superhero in itself." Leaning back out and continuing his theatrics, "the French fry." Brendon smiled down at Ryan, breaking his character. "Oh, and a lemonade." After placing the drink down, Brendon took a dramatic bow, waved, and blew kisses at his imaginary audience. 

"I've never had someone present a BLT to me like that before. That was really something, Bren." Brendon smiled and blushed at the nickname. 

"The meal would be a little better if you didn't have coffee. I mean seriously. Who drinks coffee at six in the afternoon." Ryan simply shrugged.

"Thank you, Brendon." Brendon brought an arm over his chest and bowed. 

"My pleasure. Holler if you need anything else." And with that Brendon was gone, leaving Ryan alone again. After the first bite, Ryan understood why Brendon would order this. The different flavors danced together on his tongue, making his mouth water even more. If his attractive waiter wasn't enough to convince him to come back to the diner, the food was definitely a seller. 

Once the plate was empty, Ryan went back to writing, filling a couple pages. For the fourth time that evening, Brendon came to his table, but he really didn't mind the interruption at this point. He slid a paper over to Ryan.

"Your check, Ross." He took Ryan's dishes and left. Ryan smiled as he saw the seven digit number added to the bottom of his ticket. When he looked back up, he saw Brendon cleaning the counter top smiling at him.

Ryan paid and left Brendon a tip before leaving. The whole ride home, he couldn't stop himself from thinking about his waiter. He continued to picture his face in his mind, the way he laughed and joked around. Ryan could easily see himself with someone like Brendon.

As Ryan opened the door to his apartment, waves of nervousness crashed into him. Should he text Brendon now or wait? What if Brendon was still working?  How soon is too soon? He pulled Brendon's number and added him to his contacts. That's a start.

Pacing around his apartment, Ryan finally decided to open up a new message. Now the next problem. What does he say? Starting off by saying 'hey this is the stranger who wouldn't stop staring at you while you brought him a burger' wasn't the best way to start a conversation. With a groan Ryan finally typed out a message and pressed send before he could think any more.

To Bren: Hey Brendon just wanted to say you have a pretty good taste in burgers! :)

Oh, god! Ryan reread the message over and over again. Why did he have to be awkward? A smiley face? Really? Why wasn't he able to start up a conversation with someone without wanting to shoot himself in the face? Well, too late to turn back now.

Ryan began cleaning around his apartment to help settle his nerves. He stopped when he heard his phone go off. All the clothes that were just taken off the floor were now back in a pile on the floor as Ryan sprinted across the room to his phone. 

To Ross: Hey Ross! glad you enjoyed my burger choices! :D

Ryan felt himself calming down. Apparently his message wasn't as embarrassing as he thought.

To Ross: So... now that you have my number do I get to have the first name of my mysterious customer??

To Bren: Ryan... Well it's George but I go by Ryan

To Ross: George Ryan Ross... hmm... I like it

To Bren: The Third..

To Ross: What??

To Bren: My full name is George Ryan Ross.. the Third...

Ryan didn't get a message for a while and he began getting nervous. He didn't really like his full name, but was it really bad enough to drive someone away?

To Bren: Brendon?

To Ross: Sorry Ross I was just dying of laughter so couldn't answer right away

To Bren: Oh Shut Up! I'd like to hear how good your full name is 

To Ross: I present to you *drum roll* Brendon Boyd Urie... the first ;)

Ryan's thumbs danced over his screen, not really knowing how to make fun of the name or even respond in general. He really liked his name. He practiced it to feel how easily it fell off his tongue. 

To Bren: Okay...

To Bren: You win..

To Bren: You have a nice name...

To Ross: Thank you Ross I quite enjoy it myself

Ryan smiled trying to picture Brendon looking at him in victory. He wanted to continue talking to Brendon, but wasn't sure how to spark up a new conversation. He was a bit relieved when his phone went off with a new text message. Once he read it, his mood deflated as a result.

To Ross: Hey Ross I gotta go got some stuff I need to take care of text me in the morning yeah?

To Bren: Will do!

Ryan put his phone down and tried stopping the ongoing smile he got from the thought of Brendon Boyd Urie. He sat on his bed and opened his journal in front of him. He pulled out his guitar from under his bed and began playing a soft melody. His fingers strummed the strings gently while he sung softly. 

"Can't take the kid from the fight take the fight from the kid."