This is just a little story I might or might not continue. If I get enough people to say continue then well.... I have no choice. Well... here it is. I hope you like it. >_<

Chapter One
(This Is My Miserable Life)

Rain was poured down outside of the car, leaving rivers of water to glide down the smooth glass surface of the wind shield. Wipers brushing the water away clean and swiftly. The grass in front of the building was all flooded with mud and turned to mush by the countless students walking over the surface. Everything seeming darker when wet. Another gloomy winter day. Another day of school. Something Ryan Ross wasn't looking forward to.

His mother pulled up to the curb just in front of the high school he was registered in for that year and stepped out quickly. He didn't want to be seen anywhere near his mothers piece of crap automobile with it's scratched pink paint and it's Barbie Girl stickers all over. His mom thought it made her look innocent and cute when all it did was give me more bullies at lunch.

Walking away quickly he heard her calling out to him but was he going to go back and see what she wanted? Hell no. He wasn't going to go pose by that pink Barbie-mobile. He ignored her calls and got into the dry halls of the school. The tile on the floor was covered in muddy water at the entrance. Disgusting. Ryan was never one for filth and germs.

Walking to his locker, which was in the back of the school, was the most dangerous thing he could do. It's not like he could go to class without his books, though. Ryan, you see, was a straight A student. A kid who never missed an assignment or got thrown out of glass for being disruptive. Walking to his locker was dangerous because-

"Ross!" A large kid yelled from his gang of friends huddling by his locker. Ryan instantly jumped from the ear shattering yell. The older kids, seniors no doubt, laughed at Ryan's leap in terror. Each one strolling over to Ryan like he was the most entertaining thing they've seen all day. Ryan however just wanted to turn invisible right now. He wanted to be home in his bed, covered under all the sheets. Not here, at school with this monsters.

"Did you finish the homework I told you to do?" Ryan bit his lip and slid off his back pack, going in the search for it shakily. Before he could even look the main bully, who demanded homework, snatched the bag away from his hands and flipped it upside down, dumping all the contents onto the floor. His friends laughing and nudging each other at the horrified look on Ryan's pale face.

"H-hey... you just can't-" Ryan began to speak but his vocals were crushed by the bully's stare. The over grown gorilla reached down and picked up his paper. The one with his name and Ryan's perfect handwriting. He looked down at the rest of the mess he made and just smirked his evil grin, before turning around and walking back to his locker to get his books for class. His friends dispersed when the bell rang for school to begin.

After the bullies were gone and mostly everybody in school was in their classrooms, ready to learn, Ryan was still out in the halls, trying to gather up his many papers and books all over the floor. Quietly he cursed himself for not standing up to that jerk. He yelled at himself under his breathe so focused and furious that he didn't even notice the shadow that fell upon him. His bony fingers reached out to grab a few papers but he was to late. Somebody else's hand had beaten him to it. Looking up at who the hand was attached to forced him to drop his jaw and stare wide eyed.

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Sorry. This chapter is a little messy with thoughts. I haven't written anything in a while and I'm trying to get back on my feet.

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*gasp* cool! i hate bullies, though i don't react wellt o them. or at least not how they want. more like i end up confusing them and using logic until they give up and leave me alone. and when logic doesn't work, i use illogic and that usually works as well....

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Chapter 2
(Best Friends Till The End)

"Ah, Mr. Ross. I see you're late for class." A middle aged man with circular specs riding on the bridge of his large bulbous nose spoke calmly to the student. The principle of the school. Just Ryan's luck. He stared up at the man with his papers still in his hand and his backpack open and empty.

"I suggest you head to my office so we can discuss your punishment for your tardies." He handed the papers he had gathered off the floor to Ryan before walking away to await Ryan. You see, Ryan had been tardy before. In fact, Ryan had been tardy many times before. Mostly, it was because he was always trying to avoid the bully.

While Ryan was the best student in the class, he wasn't the best at being on time. For one reason or another. He managed to gather his belongings and place them orderly inside of his pack before walking down the hall to the main office. "I-I'm here to see the principle." His voice was meek.

The nurse looked up at the boy and stared for a moment or two. "I see, I see... please take a seat. I'll inform him at once." She pointed to the wall of chairs in the room. Ryan just nodded and politely followed her orders. He sat down against the wall and held his back pack in his arms like a good boy.

The lady at the desk stood up after typing a few more things on her computer and walking to the back. Ryan sat there, alone. It was quiet. Scary actually. That was before a commotion came through the office doors. "Sit Down, Right There! I'm writing you up immediately!"

A yard duty had dragged in a boy. Black hair, dark chocolate eyes, paint smeared all over his shirt. He was forced to sit in the chair next to Ryan and the authority figure walked to the back to find the papers. Ryan at that moment wished he would have just sat maybe one seat further down.

Brendon had a wide smirk on his face as he looked around seemingly unaffected by the suspension he was about to receive. "Hey there!" Brendon had cheerfully spoken in Ryan's direction. Ryan only looked up slightly to see the boy from the corner of his eyes. He had been looking directly at him but still Ryan prayed Brendon was talking to somebody else. He remained silent.

Brendon raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you're a mute? Sucks...." He turned away and looked around the office. He knew this place well because he's been here so many times. "So what did you do?" Brendon pressed on with the conversation. "I can give you a piece of paper and a pencil if you really can't talk." His smirk was large and mischievous.

Ryan sighed and looked up at him, "I'm not mute... I'm here because I was late to class... again." Brendon stared at Ryan's nervous looking expression for a moment with seriousness. Then, he exploded with laughter. "Is that all? Wow, how disappointing." Brendon slapped his knee to show his enthusiasm as he laughed.

Ryan just stared a bit annoyed by the kid. "Oh? Then how come you're in here?" He was looking more straight forward at the boy now, noticing he had a rather neat style of fashion. His hair cut with long sides and slightly spiked up on top. His hoodie had rips in the sleeves where he stuck out his thumbs. The jeans he wore were skin tight, looped through them was a checkered belt.

"Well, you see... I was busy giving Ms. Lanborn's car a new paint job." He smirked at the splattered paint all over his dirty hoodie. "I hope she likes it." He laughed at the thought of her face in horror. Ryan just scooted away in his chair a bit, not wanting to catch this kids insanity.

"So, I'm Brendon... what do they call you?" He reached out a hand to the boy with a lighter brunette hair color and softer brown eyes. Ryan took a moment to think about what to do. What they usually called him was Emo Ryro or Loner. "The name's Ryan." He gripped the hand with a bit of purple paint on it and looked down to see why it felt wet. Pulling his hand away he saw why. Paint. Purple wet paint. He couldn't help but laugh and it didn't take long for Brendon to join in on the laughter

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I don't know about adding people. Maybe later on in the story, cause right now I'm trying to focus on Ryan and Brendon's relationship.

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