wait......
WTF is up with Ryan?
why is he scared of a hallway....?

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Originally posted by viva_la_panic!:
wait......
WTF is up with Ryan?
why is he scared of a hallway....?

....because the evil jocks, who will likely go on to become fat lazy men who watch ESPN everynight with a beer (to relive the "glory" days), get drunk, and slap around their trophy wives who happened to be prom queens or homecoming queens when they were in highschool, are going to beat poor Ryro up.

A/N: Here Here Here.
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Ryan lie on his bed with ice on both his jaw and stomach. After the jocks had pulled him into the hallway they proceeded to beat him up, of course. Then when he got home late it could only get worse. Since he was late his dad yelled at him an slapped him a bit too. So now poor Ryan was wincing in pain at the soreness of his body, he could already feel the bruises and was considering skipping school the next day.


Sitting up slowly and groaning he picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts. He had to search because both Jon and Spencer were out with their respective girlfriends, leaving Ryan alone. The the idea struck him. Brendon! The pair had become fast friedn, having every class together but Ryan's AP english. They liked the same bands, clothes, makeup, and lived in the same area. He also found out brendon was bi too.

Pulliing a piece of crumpled paper out of his pocket he dialed the unfailiar number. It rang three times before someone answered,

"Brendon? It's Ryan."
"Oh hey Ryan whats up?" Ryan heard kids squealing in the backround.
"Um.If you're not, like, busy do you want to come over."
I'm not busy let me ask."
Seconds later Brendon was back.
"Thats fine I'll be over in five minutes."

True to his word pretty close to 5 minutes later Brendon was walking down the road. His skinny jeans were tight and his lavender hoodie was pulled securely around his skinny frame. Ryan leaned out the window and whisper shouted down to the younger boy, "Bren. Up here!" Brendon saw him and smiled before hustling over and clmbing the support beams to the roof.

"Ryan wahts wrong? You sounded a little stressed on the-." he stopped suddenly seeing the bruises. "what happened Ry?" and even though his voice was concerned Ryan inwardly swooned at the playful nickname.

"Ok well..it's sort of a long story so sit, i guess." Brendon obidiently sat and Ryan told the story of his mom's death and his father's alcholism and the asshole jocks.

At the end of the story Ryan was, obviously, feeling a little depressed so Brendon, seeing the distress in his eyes wrapped the older boy into a tight hug.

Ryan let him.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Was completely brill! xxx

Loved the update!
Awwww that was cute of Brendon to hug Ryan.

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Originally posted by USE,COMMAS,TODAY!:
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Was completely brill! xxx

*blushes*

awww. thank you so much. that was my favorite chapter to write because it was serious AND cute

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
times like 7374872837430850.
update soon chica...........

A/N: Here you go. Um. Fluff and Ryden in here so go if you dare Also I ordered my RBLT tickets from presale so when will I get them?
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The next day Ryan skipped school. His face and arms were covered in deep purple bruises and there was no way in hell he could cover them with makeup. Not to mention he really did not want to see the jocks again. So Spencer was bringing his homeowrk by later. So for now he was stuck, alone, sitting on the couch watching What Not to Wear reruns and eating Frosted Flakes.

He watched 4 episodes of What Not to Wear before switching the channel to Spongebob when the doorbell rang. He staggered to his feet, in his pajamas, and answered the door. To his surprise it was not Spencer but it was Brendon..and he looked like he just got out of bed.

"Um. Hey." Ryan muttered pink flushcreeping onto his cheeks softly.

"Hey Ryan. I have your stuff." Brendon replied smiling at Ryan's obvious embarresment.

"Well you can come in if you want." Ryan offered trying not to hyperventilate.

The two boys walked into the living room and Ryan excused himself to go put some half decent clothes on. He hurridly pulled on jeans and a loose tshirt before running back down the stairs. When he got to the bottom he surpressed a laugh at the sight of Brendon sitting casually on the sofa watching Spongebob.

But Ryan's sense of composure failed when Brendon turned around, smiled at him and said, "Aw. You looked better before. I mean you still look good though."

Before had been in sweatpants with no shirt on. Again, heat crept to Ryan's cheeks and again, Brendon smiled. Ryan walked over and sat next to the boy on the couch and focused his atttention on the TV. Unfortunetly his concentration was interrupted when he felt Brendon nudge his arm.

He looked at the younger boy, who he realized was mere inches from his face. Was he going to...?


Brendon pressed his warm lips to Ryans.

xD Ryden.

That was really cute! I loved it!!

Awesome n__n

uppppppdate plz....

That was cute.

OK.
I know you want no excuses but I can't find my notebook which had the edited and pretty good chapter in it.

I should find it after school then there will be an update I SWEAR on Ryan Ross' life.

A/N: This chapter is ratedd kinda high cause Mr. Ross has a potty mouth and says 'Fuck' like 8 times. Also it's a little violent. This chapter made me cry :***(
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Brendon's lips were soft and gentle against Ryan's yet he hesitated. Once his mind fully processed what was going on though he kissed back lightly moving his lips in time with the younger boy's. Brendon pulled away a moment later and Ryan focused his eyes on his lap, his cheeks probably very red.

"Ryan? I'm sorry...I just... Sorry." Brendon said obviously worried that Ryan was upset or something. The older boy lifted his head and made contact with Brendon's chocolate eyes.

"It's okay.. I just need time to think."

Brendon nodded hugged the older boy once and left quickly. As soon as he was gone Ryan stood up and walked up the stairs to his room flopping onto his bed and turning the stereo on.

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A few hours later he was in that same position when he heard the front door slam shut. It was obviously his dad, either home from work or the bar where he skipped work.

"RYAN!" The slurred vooice echoed through the house. He was already drunk so his dad had skipped work.

Ryan didn't answer but a few moments later the call was now just down the hall, "Fucking son, RYAN!"

The door burst open and George Ross stood overpowering the door. His face red and with a half empty bottle of vodka in hand.


"Fucking boy. You come when you're fucking called. Understand?"

Ryan nodded softly and looked away but his father reached out and turned the tiny boy's head so they were face to face. After releasing his grip he turned and slapped Ryan.

"Fucking pansy fag." Mr. Ross then threw the bottle at the now tearful Ryan who dodged it just in time. The bottle did smash into his shoulder, slicing the thin cotton material of his shirt and the pale skin below.

George took a step towards his quivering son leaving the door unguarded.

Ryan took the oppurtunity, stood up and darted out thanks to his agility and the state of his father.

He could hear the man lumbering behind him but dashed out the front door and nto the now dark night.

poor ryannnnnnn