---there you go guys.. chapter three. enjoy and please R&R then i might put up another chapter for youuu!

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Chapter 3: Depression

Ryan had slowly taken the first two pills but he was interrupted by a loud BANG from the door. TO his surprise he found himself facing no other than …

Brendon Urie.

Brendon, a guy from his drama class… never ever had Ryan even changed a word with him. But then it hit him: Brendon was an outcast too. Just like him. Sure he was good-looking even whilst being only adorkable, as most girls would call him, but he wasn’t a prep or a macho at all. He spent his lunch breaks in the library, studying and Ryan also remembered that he was raised mormon.

Then Brendon spoke up “Hey Ross, what the hell are you DOING there?” he asked while catching his breath. Furiously as Ryan had never seen him before he took three huge steps and hit the bottle with its deadly, when misused, content out of Ryan’s hand.
The glass bottle broke into millions of pieces and bluish green pills spilled all over the white floor tiles and rolled in every single direction.
All that happened very fast. After the pills had stopped rolling an awkward silence filled the room.
Ryan, eyes bloodshot just stared at Brendon and he suddenly realized that maybe it wasn’t the right time at all. No, he had been so strong for all these years, no matter what had happened, he wouldn’t give up now!
Suddenly he broke down on the floor.

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what happened to ryan?!
update soon!

omgommgomgomgomg
WTF?!
is ryro ok?!
update damnit!
LOL.
im way into this......

I dont like thinking of ryry crying it makes me cry

fo shizzle... you guys are sooo fast.
i will put the next chapter up but don't expect me to always be that fast. luckily now are holidays so i have time,. but in one week from now my school starts again so bear with me then.
alrighty. less talkin' more writin'

xoxo

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Chapter 4: so they may speak now or keep silent forever

Brendon immediately knelt down next to the fragile boy, instinctively stroking his brown hair. Ryan sobbed and rested his head on Brendon’s shoulder. After what seemed like an eternity Brendon shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat. There was another awkward silence. Suddenly a big grin appeared on Brendon’s face.
“I know” he said.
He then opened his bright red shoulder bag and got out a can of Red Bull.
He handed it to Ryan. “Thanks” he whispered and his voice cracked.
He chugged the can and immediately felt a bit better.
For once Brendon was happy for his energy drink obsession.

After a long talk between the two where Ryan basically retold his life the school bell rang lunchtime. Shocked they realized that they had spent more than 3 hours in the cold boy’s toilet and that eventually this place would start to get busy any second.
Brendon helped Ryan up and to avoid any annoying questions they grabbed their stuff and jackets and went outside on the field.

Many students were having lunch in the shade under the trees and the sun was blazing.
“Strange” Ryan thought. “The weather actually adapted to my mood change – this morning it had been beyond gloomy…
“Sadly” Ryan added in thoughts “I never gave a damn about the weather… and until now it never gave a damn about me.” He smirked “sounds good” he thought
“I should be a lyricist.”

great update!
update sooon!

yeah. i'll update as soon as i'm finished with my mandarin class and after i had dinner....

probably at nine pm. ( i live in malaysia tho... )

thanks for any further bumping in asdvance

xoxo

that was so cute!
I loved the do you know what I'm seeing? Refrence.
update asap tho.
I'm going 2 bed.

thanks viva_la_panic!

yeah i kinda figured for being a lyricist you gotta have spontaneous ideas.
there 'll be more references so watch out for them

here comes another update just for youuu!
i hope there will be more comments soon

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Chapter 5: Secrets and Happiness


Brendon felt like he was about to skidaddle (sp?). In the two months he had spent in this school he had not gained One friend. And now, just because of this coincidence he felt like Christmas. To his shock he was even happy that Ryan had attempted suicide.
But then he also had this one more burden resting on his shoulders.

Ryan saw Brendon looking in the distance and he decided to break the silence.
“Soo… Brendon, where do you live here in Vegas?” he asked casually.
“Well. I live in Pier Ave.” Brendon replied.
“Omigosh” Ryan blurted out. “That’s like one bus stop away from my house”
“Really?” Brendon said.
But he didn’t seem as enthusiastically as Ryan.
“What’s wrong?” Ryan asked who had immediately figured something was wrong.
“Nothing…” Brendon murmured. And to Brendon’s luck Ryan gleefully kept his mouth shut.

They took their bus and on the way home mostly Ryan talked. “God” Ryan thought “I’ve never talked that much in my entire life. But it feels so good, so right.”
If you looked at Ryan now you couldn’t tell that earlier that day he had attempted suicide.

“I feel grateful” he thought. “I’d never thought friends would have such an impact on my life.”
And oh what an impact they had.

From that day on Ryan and Brendon were inseparable. They went to school together every day and after that the mostly went to Ryan’s house to do homework and spend their day together since Ryan’s dad worked all day and they had the house to themselves.
Everything seemed so perfect.
Too perfect.
Until the day Ryan’s dad came home from work early.



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phew. sort of a long one. pls R&R and i'll be updating after dinner
xoxo
lyall as always :]

quote:

Originally posted by PsychoChica:
shannzy-white doe: do you want to adopt me? or were you talking to somebody else?

i was talking to you!!!!!!!!! or i would hav put a name.
ily for the story!

oooh thanksies i guess

yes yes you may adopt me...
i dunno how it works -_-
but anyways... chapter 6 will be up tomorrow.
please keep bumpin'

love y'all
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OMFG!
that was amazing.
but u and your cliffhangers....
LOL.
I hope ryro will b okay....
why I'd bden sad?
uggggh. Update soon plz!

Btw....u can call me Alli.
Thx for da update!
I love this fic!

DUDE.
I was listening to the song Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner so when I saw this fic I just HAD to click on it.
I love this fic!
Update soon!

thanks for the warm comments everyone.
this encourages me as a newb. to write more

i'm gonna get mysekf some redbull and then i can put up a longer chapter since i have nothign to do... its 6 am here, i set my alarmclock and i may not move away from the radio until 10 am since they announced something about patd yesterday :P

so stay, wait, read and ENJOY.
R&R pweese.
ily all

sooo ive finished typing chap. ... it's a pretty long one so thanks for waiting guys
again PLEASE bump and R&R
thanks, ily all
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Chapter 6: some secrets were meant to be told

Usually he would start drinking at about 8om when he always turned on the TV to watch some wrestling or soccer. Ryan would always go to his room to avoid any friction or conversation (well mostly screaming, Ryan’s dad wasn’t able to have a proper conversation at that point) with his dad.

When the door downstairs opened at about 4.15 pm that sunny Thursday Ryan’s face went paler than his white wall. “Dad” he whispered.
He and Brendon had been listening to 3rd Eye Blind CDs together and Ryan really enjoyed Brendon’s company during that time. So when the door downstairs was slammed shut Ryan practically RAN to his stereo and turned it off.
Brendon found this behavior very very strange “Ryan what the fu-“he said loudly but Ryan shut his mouth with his incredibly big hands. “Shhh” he hissed but it was already too late.
Ryan’s dad already heard him.
He started climbing the stairs. His heavy boots were stomping on the dark wooden steps.
Brendon glanced at Ryan. He seemed to getting paler and smaller by the second.
It came to Brendon’s mind that Ryan had told him every teensy weensy detail of his life, from favorite food to boxer short size, but somehow he had never mentioned his dad, let alone his parents…

Well Brendon would soon enough find out why.
They heard steps in the aisle.
Ryan was like paralyzed. Another reason why he had never really bothered to make friends was because of his dad. When he came home from work he had always spent time in the strip clubs or casinos already. His job was lousy and all the money he earned he would put into gambling and spirits.
Ryan often stood in front of an empty household cashier and wondered what he would eat now since his dad also expected Ryan to cook dinner and have it ready when he came home from the clubs often in a more “dead than alive” state of mind.

Luckily their neighbor, an elderly woman named Mrs. Miller often cooked for Ryan. Of course his father didn’t know that since he may have lost all his money and life but he would never lose his pride – well that’s what he had always told Ryan.

The door creaked open and Brendon was almost knocked out by the strong odor of sweat mixed with alcohol.
He partly understood now why Ryan had never mentioned him.
And he would start to totally understand really soon.
Too soon.