Title: My Best Pen Pal
Rating: NC-17 (Just in case) for language, violence, and sex
Genre: FanFic, Romance, Drama, just a bit of everything
Pairing: Ryden
Point of View: First
Notes: This story is pretty much just an idea right now so please bare with me, I'll do my best

Chapter One:

Ryan's POV

"Ryan, you're grades are slipping and you've been acting out. It's your Junior year and I know your father is having you look into some very prestigious colleges, you can't afford to keep making these mistakes." Blah, blah, blah? Get to the point. Yeah I know, I've been neglecting my duties as a student. Shoot me.

"I know Mrs. Kinsley, I swear I'll do much better." I've perfected my good boy voice, it's pretty much amazing.

"I'm afraid it's too close to the end of the first semester. Doing your best won't help you pass this class. Although," She opens a drawer and I cock my hips to the side and sigh, immediately straightening my posture again as she looks up,"I do have an extra credit option for you."

"Excellent!" I say with a cheesy grin. Just waste one weekend working on some bull shit project and then I'm good and my dad doesn't lecture me about how useless I am. That works.

"It's a new program high schools across the country are doing. It's called Pen Pals Across America. Not a very creative name I'll admit but the point is, our school has very few people signed up compared to others. I'm offering it as an extra credit assignment. no real names or addresses. You can create a nickname or whatever you and whoever you are paired with come up with and these letters will be sent directly to the schools for teachers to distribute." Oh wonderful. it's an ongoing thing.

"O-Oh... Okay yeah I can do that." One letter then blow my "pal" off, it might work.

"Alright!" She says with a smile, handing me a flier. "This has the specifics and I will put you in the system. Just write a letter by this Friday, that's when we're launching the program." I nod.

"Sounds great!" I says before leaving the room and folding the flier up and shoving it roughly into my backpack.

Wonderful, I guess I should have tried a little more this semester, now there's a possibility I'll be stuck with this all year. I walk out to the front of the school to see my boyfriend sitting on the hood of his car.

"Hey William." I say sweetly with an intoxicating smile. He jumps off the hood and wraps his arms around me. By this point, everyone else has gone home, with the exception of a few teachers leaving. They're polite enough to pretend they don't see us though.

"What took you so long babe?" He mumbles before pecking my lips. I roll my eyes.

"Ugh, I have to bring up my grades and now I have to do this pen pal thing..." I shake my head and he makes a face.

"Ah that sucks, I heard about that new program on the news. It's supposed to 'bring us closer together even through distance'." He mocks and laughs before getting in his car. I get on in the other side and put my seatbelt on. Safety first.

"My place?" He asks with a devious smirk. Yeah, that means, "Can I screw your brains out?"

"Yup."

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lol at William being a devious little animal.
I really think you should continue.

Chapter Two:

Brendon's POV

"Brendon, you will fail this class if you don't shape up soon." Mr. Barns practically growls at me. I shove my shaky hands into my pockets and look down.

"I-I know, I'm sorry..." It's all I can really manage. I wonder why he even cares.

"Fortunately for you, there is an assignment I can give you so you can get it back up." My eyes flicker up and meet his.
I can only hold the eye contact for so long before I look away again.

"Y-yeah?" I ask. I glance over at the clock. I need to get home and get dinner started. That with a long list of other things.

"It's a new thing a bunch of high schools are doing across the country," You'd think an English teacher would be a little more eloquent,"You're assigned a pen pal who lives somewhere far and you exchange letters, no real names and the school sends them for you." I nod and bite my lip.

"P-Perfect, I'll do it." Not like I have much of a choice, if I don't get my grades up, there's no chance of me getting a scholarship and getting out of this damn place.

"Here's a paper with all you need to know and just get me your letter by Friday." I manage a small smile and another nod before taking the paper.

"T-Thank you, h-have a nice d-day sir..." I stammer. I hate my stuttering. It only happens when I feel intimidated or scared.

I walk out of the school and shield my eyes from the bright sun as I walk down the street. I walk several blocks down to my little sister's elementary school. School isn't let out just yet so I lean against the wire gate and read the crude graffiti on the side of the school. That's a New York City public school for you, I guess.

I hear the bell ring and a plethora of children rush out of the building. I smile as Kasey runs up to me with a big grin, her front teeth missing as of yesterday. Damn she's growing up.

"Brenny!" She giggles and I pick her up and hold her on my hip as she shows me a picture she finger painted today in her kindergarden class. There's a tree and colorful dots I can only assume are flowers, and two stick figures. One is tall and colored black and the other is bright pink.

"That's very pretty!" I tell her and she grins harder.

"It's me and you!" She giggles, "You always wear black so that one is you!" Nice to know my little sister sees me as dark and dreary. I kiss her forehead and put her down. She gives me the picture to hold onto before taking my hand and we walk home.

It's a long walk but we're both used to it. I walk into the small hole-in-the-wall style bakery below our apartment and Kasey rushes up the stairs.

"Brendon!" Mrs. Jenson says warmly as she sees me. She's a larger but beautiful older woman who runs the bakery. She'd always giving me and Kasey free treats and she's been like a mother to me, at least since I was eleven and my own mother passed away after having Kasey. She lets us rent the apartment above her shop and always keeps the rent as low as she can.

"Hello lovely." I say with a smile. She laughs and playfully smacks my shoulder.

"You are such a charmer, Brendon." I shrug and grin.

"Well what can I say, ma`am?" She shakes her head, still smiling, as she hands me a heavy doggy bag that I know is filled with pastries and cookies and what not. "You are all too kind." I tell her and she just smiles as I head back up the stairs.

Kasey is in the kitchen with her homework on the table. I look in the bag and see a cupcake that practically has Kasey's name on it. I smile and take it out. I set it in front her and her brown eyes grow.

"Don't tell dad I let you have this before dinner." I warn her and she grins and nods enthusiastically before reaching for the sweet with greedy hands. I smile as I take the rest of the treats into the kitchen and set them on the counter before posting Kasey's painting on the fridge and searching through the cabinets for dinner. I sigh and pull out two boxes of store name Mac n' Cheese.

Hours pass and I've fed Kasey and put her to bed and now I'm just working on homework on my bed. I glance at the clock and I know it's getting late and dad isn't home yet. I see the way my writing has turned to shit as nerves have set in. I sigh and put my work away, deciding to finish it in Study Hall tomorrow. I run my fingers through my hair and hug my knees to my chest. I hear the front door close and shiver. The way he's walking, the way I can hear him running into things, I know he's drunk.

I hear him stumble into the kitchen and hear him groan as he no doubt finds the plate of dinner I left for him.

"Fucking useless..." I hear him mumble his breath. I bite my lip and soon he's in my room. I look up to see those eyes. The eyes I dread. That glazed over look, the blood-shot whites, the glare. I shiver again.

"H-Hey d-d-dad..." I manage to choke out. He snarls and before I know what's happening he's yanking me off the bed. I hit the floor hard. It's nothing too bad, he just kicks me in the ribs a few times before leaving, muttering incoherently under his breath. Even though the pain is pretty harsh, I'm thankful it wasn't worse. I let out a shaky sigh, followed by a silent sob. My lip is bleeding from biting down to keep quiet. God forbid Kasey wakes up. I'm her only superman.

Please comment Tell me what you think of the new idea and how I'm laying it out, I'm kind of excited for this one so I'd like to see what you guys think!

I think this one is excellent and I love it! I simply adore how sweet Brendon is to his sister. She's such a cutie. I really love it!

Chapter Three:

Ryan's POV

Damn, he's a lightweight huh? I kiss at William's neck but he's still passed out. Damn, we only went like one round and it wasn't even that good... Okay be nice Ryan, of course your boyfriend is always good in bed. I sigh and tug my boxers on before getting out of his bed. I look around my room before locating my backpack. I rumage through it and find that damn flier. I sigh as I read over it and remember that I can't even use my real name. I roll my eyes. I guess that's good, I would be the one lucky enough to get a stalker or some shit otherwise. I sigh and pull out a piece of paper and sit at William's desk.

"Dear Whoever Gets This,

So, I guess I can't tell you my name and I'm not a very creative person so you know. Whatever. Call me what you want, even if it's something like Sex God. I actually wouldn't see that as a bad thing...

Anyway, I guess to start this off I can try to tell you a little about myself. I'm a Junior at a school is Las Vegas and I turned seventeen a couple of months ago. I like to see myself as different than others but then again, don't most people? Who knows, there might be millions of others like me, but to protect my ego, just say I'm a unique individual.

Well, I really don't know what to tell you but maybe I'll have a little more to say next time. :/ Yup I just put a computer face in a formal letter.

Your Pen Pal,
Whatever you name me"

Wow, that was... I'm cool. I snort and fold the paper so that'll be ready to go in an envelope later and then crawl back into William's bed.


Brendon's POV

I lift my shirt and wince as I run my fingers over the dark purple and blue bruises. Newest additions to the collection. I lower my shirt and comb through my hair and slide on my glasses. I still look like shit. Oh well. Good enough.

I leave my room and see Kasey sitting on the couch, reading through some children's book. She looks up and grins.

"Ready to go Bear?!" She chirps and I smile at the nickname she recently came up with. I nod and she stands up. "Can I get a piggy back ride?" She asks innocently. I pretend to think for a moment and tap my chin.

"No." Her face drops and I raise my eyebrows, "But you can get a Brenny Bear back ride." I say with a smirk and she lights up.

"Yay!" She exclaims as I bend over and she hops on. Her legs wrap around me and I wince as her foot hits a bruise, but I recover quickly and stand up.

I carry her all the way to her school and put her down over by the playground. I crouch down and she gives me a kiss on the cheek before running off to class. I smile as she leaves and I stand up. I walk with my hands in my pockets all the way to school.

My first class is Study Hall so I sit in the back of the class and sit Indian style on the wooden chair and work on my homework. Once I'm done I look through my backpack and see that Pen Pal flier fall out. Right. Might as well get that over with.

"Dear Pen Pal,

Since we have to use nicknames I guess you can call me Bear. Yeah seems kind of lame, but thats what my little sister calls me so it'll be easy. I'm really not so sure what to tell you about me. I'm sixteen and I live in New York City, but not really a cool part, just more of a rundown area, but hey, home is home right? There's nothing super special about me, I mean, like how a lot of people have these passions that define them, I'm just kind of the sponge still soaking everything up. Okay yeah, speaking in metaphors is lame, sorry about that but I guess my thought process works a little like that and when I'm writing instead of talking, it shows more. I suppose I do like music but I was only good at it when i was younger and now I never have time for it. Then there's writing which, I guess I'm not so great at since I'm pretty much failing English, not that that matters to you.

Now that I have that painful attempt at an introduction over with, I guess I'll leave it there and I hope to hear a lot from you.

-Bear"

Okay, lame. It works though and so there is all my extra credit.

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Chapter Four:

Brendon's POV

Mondays suck. Don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep, don't-

"Brendon," Oh wonderful, what does he have to say now?,"You got a letter today and your pen pal got yours." Oh, okay. Forgot about that. "In the computer it says you're going to be the first to respond and then you're pal will answer your second one." I nod.

"Y-Yes sir." I say and he tosses a letter onto my desk before going back up to the front of the classroom and sitting at his desk while we're all supposed to be reading but no one is. I open the letter and smile as my eyes scan it. Well, my pal is definitely quirky.

The bell rings and I shove the letter into my backpack before rushing out the door. It's the same drill as every other day. I pick up Kasey, take her home, make dinner, do homework. I hear my dad walk in quietly around nine, normal time. His footsteps decent into the kitchen and I cautiously get up from my bed and walk out, my bare feet padding softly against the wooden flooring.

"H-Hey dad." He's sitting at the kitchen table, not eating but staring at his dinner, his head in his hands. He looks up and manages a soft smile though his weary features.

"Hey Bren." He croaks. I sit next to him at the table and he sighs as he looks down again and runs his fingers through his hair. I see a single tear drop from his eyes. "I-I'm so sorry Brendon. Y-You've been so great lately its just been so hard." He mumbles and I nod.

"Don't worry about it dad." Truth is, he's always sorry and even if he means it, it doesn't mean it'll stop. It's okay though because, well, I love him and Kasey. He nods and I give him an awkward hug from where we're sitting. I stand up and pat his shoulder. "Eat up and get some rest dad. You could use it." He nods and I walk back into my room.

Before I go to bed I get out a pencil and paper and sprawl across my bed as I think of what to say.

"Dear Sex God,

I decided to go with a name you already said you'd like. From you letter, it sounds like I at least got paired up with a pretty cool Pen Pal. You me laugh and it seems like we share a similar sense of humor.

So you live in Vegas huh? That sounds pretty cool although I bet it's not like the cliché 'all you do is go to raves and strip clubs' kind of thing, because I know what that's like. People always assume things that aren't necessarily about NYC kids too. So what is life there like?

You seem pretty cool and sorry I still don't have a ton to say but it's only the beginning.

-Bear"

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