so after finally stopped lurking, and got to work, i've comeup with a rycer.
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once againnnnn, here's the information:

Rating: NC-17 (at some parts. [swearing, sex, etc..])
Pairing: rycer and ryden
Point of View: thirrrrrd.


1

Ryan sucked hard on a Piña Colada juice box, causing it to slurp and hiss as he drained the last of the liquid from it.
Spencer shot Ryan a harsh glance for the obnoxious disturbance, and slowly went back to staring across the street blankly.
It was another hot, sticky summer day in the ironically named town of Summerlin.
"So 'whaddya wanna do?" Spencer asked after Ryan chucked his juice box into the road, watching it get hit by the first car- a forest green jeep- they had seen in nearly forty-five minutes.
"We could..." Ryan started, only to trail off lazily.
"Wanna go down to The Strip?" Spencer asked after a few seconds. "Fuck no." Ryan cussed. "I'm tired of all the sweaty, smelly, obese bastards that go down there to lose all their money, and the retarded tranny-hookers trying to get my dick in their mouths." He scoffed hotly.
Spencer couldn't really disagree with Ryan's logic;
Although it was illegal, they had been approached by many gender-confused prostitutes in the small injection-ridden parks on the strip's less popular side streets.
Spencer sighed deeply. "Well my dad buried all the lawn mower gasoline after Jackie told him what we did. Stupid little bitch."
It was unlike Spencer to say anything like that about a family member, but she had tattled on him enough this summer.
Ryan made a hocking noise in his throat and spat.
The gob landed roughly five feet from him and he stretched, half-smiling proudly of his new spitting record.
"Well we've got to do SOMETHING." Ryan said, yawning.
"Wanna go up to my room?" Spencer asked. "Eh, why not. Not like I can get any bored-er." Ryan said shrugging.
"Dude, do you really need to use such horrible English?" Spencer asked, appalled.
"Does it really matter? It's summer vacation." He said making a face. "Whatever... Lets just see who gets the better grade in English when school starts up again." Spencer teased.
Ryan punched Spencer in the arm playfully. "Fuck off." He laughed as Spencer closed his bedroom door.
Ryan plopped down on Spencer's computer chair after Spencer dove onto his bed, messing the already destroyed covers. Spencer flicked on the T.V that overlooked his bed and Ryan switched on Spencer's computer.
"Why the hell do you still have this piece of shit?" Ryan asked, gently slamming a fist onto the top of Spencer's ruby red-shelled Mac OSX.
"Cause my mom says I can't get a new one because she doesn’t like Windows, and that one's 'perfectly fine' " Spencer said using air quotes and rolling his eyes.
Ryan laughed and entered the password to get to Spencer's desktop.
Spencer flicked through channels until he hit the TV guide, and Ryan clicked the internet icon on Spencer's 'slow as shit' computer.
There was a fifteen minute block of silence and Spencer realized the listings had rolled by nearly seven times as he snapped out of his daze.
He sighed, bored, and selected MTV.
A few moments later he peeked over at Ryan.
He screamed at jolted out of bed, unplugging the computer before Ryan had time to interject.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!!" Spencer shrieked at Ryan. "Dude, calm the hell down. This is what I always do on here." Ryan said to Spencer like he was pointing out the obvious.
"DUDE DON'T!" Spencer yelled, plugging the computer back into the power bar hanging from the wall. "My mom's gonna fucking kill me when she sees all that fucking porn. God Ryan, you can be such a dip-shit sometimes.." Spencer spat, settling back down and crossing his arms.
"What's so bad about porn?" Ryan asked dumbly.
"Dude! When you grab skin magazines from your dad's stash in the basement, do you go and point it out?" Spencer asked angrily, as if Ryan was a small child, getting into his things. "Well no. Duh..." Ryan said like a girl.
"Well duh your fucking face!" Spencer yelled.
"I'm gonna get punished for your fucking horniness!"
"Well you look at porn and don't seem to get caught.." Ryan trailed off.
Spencer felt his face flush, and he bit the inside of his cheek, silent.
"Dude! You don't?!" Ryan half laughed, half yelled.
Spencer didn't answer, only watched TV, and peered at Ryan from the corner of his left eye.
"Well is it because they don't have enough of that nasty animal shit on here?" Ryan teased meanly.
"No, porn's just fucking gross." Spencer spat. Ryan noticed Spencer was swearing more now, and obviously hiding something from him.
"Well what kind of porn do you like best? You have to have some sort of favourite..." Ryan asked trailing off.
"I do not- look- at- porn. Okay?" Spencer said trying to drop the subject.
"Girl on girl? Guy and girl? Sex toys? One-some? More than two...? Ryan asked, hoping Spencer would answer.
"NONE. NOW SHUT. UP." Spencer yelled angrily.
"Ohhhh- I know.." Ryan said hushly,
"You like gay porn..."

Then burst out laughing.

"DO NOT!" Spencer yelled at Ryan making an angry face.
"Don't lie, Smith." Ryan said giving Spencer a look, that was supposed to make him smile if he looked Ryan in the eyes.
Ryan jumped onto Spencer's bed and roughly straddled him jokingly.
He thrust his hips back and forth, causing friction to grow between his and Spencer's jeans.
Ryan fake-moaned and arched his back, calling Spencer's name and thrusting harder and faster.
Spencer swallowed hard.
Ryan finally faked an orgasm and collapsed onto Spencer's chest. "OHH. OHHHHH. THAT WAS AM-AAAZING." Ryan panted.
He quickly repeated his previous actions, this time not stopping as quickly.
Spencer knew he couldn't hold out much longer and could feel the crotch of Ryan's jeans provoking him..
Spencer bit his lip, trying to fight it off, but he knew he couldn't.
Within an instant, Spencer had grabbed Ryan's head roughly and brought it to his own, crashing his lips against Ryan's violently.
Ryan's eyes were horrified and wide, unsure of what had just happened.
Spencer quickly let go of Ryan, and watched as Ryan's mouth gaped open.
Less than a second later, Ryan jumped up and ran out the door, down the stairs, and out the front door with a loud slam.
"Fuck." Spencer said angrily, slamming the back of his head against his headboard with enough force that is chipped paint and plaster, denting the white wall.

Good thing no one else was home.



i have more chapters, so i think i'll update another so you have more to go with.
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chapter two, anyone? (:


2

Ryan's face was buried in his hands.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuck."
He kept cussing at himself in a judgemental whisper;
praying his father wouldn't come home drunk to make matters worse.
Ryan knew that his father's senseless beatings were because of over-drinking, but he didn't care-
his father was still a raging, insane, brutish drunk.

..dzzzzzzzzt- dzzzzzzzzt- dzzzzzzzzt-
Ryan's cell phone had rang several times and he had hit off every time-
except for now.
He grabbed the phone with shaking hands and hit on.
"Hello?" he said dumbly, knowing was Spencer- calling to explain, or apologize.
"Ryan, look, I need to talk to you-"
Ryan cut Spencer off.
"Spence, I don't care why you kissed me honestly- I don't, but I need you to make sure I can come to your house right now." Ryan said, hearing his dad's car pull up in the driveway.
"Uh, sure, why?" Spencer asked, confused of why it was so dire for Ryan to come over, especially at nearly ten o'clock at night after they'd spent the whole day together.
"Because, um.." Ryan began, hearing the door slam and the disgusting splatter of vomit hit the hardwood in front of the door.
"There's someone in my house. I think."
He always found a way to cover his ass and take sanctuary at Spencer's..
"Oh, Jesus.. Ry, ‘kay, well be careful, I don't want anything to happen to you.." Spencer said.
"I will. See you soon." Ryan said, flipping his phone shut with trembling fingers.
He knew there was no way out except the back door, or the front door. (Or the window- but that was a two story drop his fragile bones wouldn't make.)
He took a deep breath and exhaled-
Calm, he told himself.
Slowly, he stepped to his bedroom door, hoping not to be heard.
He opened the door and could almost smell the whiskey and gin off his father's breath,
and he squeezed his eyes shut- as if to shut out the nightmares- as he drew closer.
Ryan knew this was it, time to run, time to escape, but something inside him knew he couldn't make it- wouldn't make it.
Not his gut, not his brain, something else.
He couldn’t pin-point it now, this was time to run; not time to think.
His father barged in, the door slammed open- nearly swinging it into his son- and Ryan's feet felt nailed to the floorboards.
His father came in, sweaty and wobbling.
His pupils seemed to change sizes as he stared down at Ryan;
Ryan was a mere 5'6 and his father was a towering 6'5.
His father stared down at him as if he were a stain on the carpet; a disgusting nuisance.
"Whachuu lookin’ at boy?!" He barked.
Ryan didn't answer, only clenched his jaw and tried to ignore the scent of vomit, sweat and hard liquor coming off of the beast that stood in front of him.
"ANSWER ME!" His father screamed, slapping Ryan across the face.
Ryan felt his face grow hot where the slap was.
"Don't hit me." He said, nearly un-audible.
"WHAT'D YOU SAY?" His father roared, aiming for Ryan's groin with his foot, but missing, pegging him in the knee; hard.
"Don't hit me!" Ryan said louder, the pain stinging.
"DON'T YOU 'FUCKIN BACK TALK ME, YOU FAGGOT PEICE A SHIT, YOU!" Ryan's father raged.
Ryan knew this was it.
His feet miraculously became un-nailed and he bolted.
The front door was closest and Ryan ignored the vomit and was out the door.
Ryan ran as fast as his skinny legs would go, hoping not to trip.
He could hear his father scream, and charge after him and he only ran faster.
Ryan was only two blocks from Spencer's house when his father was nearly stepping on his heels as he ran.
Ryan screamed and tried to run faster, but he was too tired.
He could feel his father's rough fingers on the back of his neck as he tried to grab at his shirt.
Ryan screamed again and turned a corner-
His father's fingers gripped his shirt tightly and Ryan fell with a hard smack to the pavement.
His father yelled and greeted Ryan's ribs with a violent punt.
Ryan screamed, only for his father to slam his foot into his side again, pain running up and down his ribcage as he heard bone cracking.
Ryan heard a door slam and frantic shouts.
He screamed again and his father hit him again, his fist slamming his jaw and Ryan squealed as he heard it crack, and his skin suddenly began to tingle faintly.
"HEY! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" A familiar voice shrieked at his father.
Ryan's father screamed angrily and continued the savage beating.
Ryan could barely see who had jumped on his father but whoever it was had just saved his life.
The black-and-khaki blur pinned Ryan's father to the ground and Ryan tried to crawl away until someone rushed to his side.
"SPENCER! GET OFF OF HIM!" Another familiar voice screeched.
Delicate hands cradled Ryan's head and he could hear the familiar whirring screams of the ambulance and police cars.
A bloodcurdling scream and a horrible crack filled the air and whoever was holding Ryan's head set him down gently and ran off.
"SPENCER!" Numerous voice screamed.
Ryan's eyes flickered open as slamming doors and more screams filled the air.
He tried his best to scream, to talk- anything- but the taste of blood stopped him.
Without warning, paramedics scooped him up and he was laoded into an ambulance.
"Spencer..." He whispered and a medic strapped a breathing aid to him.
Ryan could hear distressed voices and crying as the medics loaded another stretcher into the back of the ambulance.
"Spencer..." He whispered again, muffled by the rubbery pump on his face.


No reply..

WOW thats amazing
lol at part one.
*cries* at part two.

please update soooon

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Originally posted by I'll be your cure:
WOW thats amazing
lol at part one.
*cries* at part two.

please update soooon

moar, anybody? (i have like twenty chapters up on my pc, and i have ten- i think- on my mp3 player that i can upload. ^^)

okay screw it. i wanted to wait, but i'll just be a tool and upload two more chapters, xD haha.


3


It wasn't long before Ryan could smell the awful scent of bleach, quarantine and dead skin.
Normally, insane compulsion would flood his veins and he would leave before her dissolved under the harshly fluorescent lights, but now he was powerless to control his bladder, never mind leaving the vile E.R.
Ryan heard steady, slow beeping as he was hooked up to a monitor, and needles and pipes and hoses and other un-nameable things were shoved, stuck and probed into him.
"Okay, prep him for X-ray and C.T scan." A doctor urged.
Nurses began to cut him out of his shirt and Ryan tried to make a noise to get them to stop, but it was no use.
He felt cool moisture run over his chest and goose bumps began to form.
The nurses tried to take Ryan's jeans off, but he began to stir and his heart-monitor began to beep faster.
"Cut them off. No use hurting him over a pair of jeans." The head doctor said.
Once again, Ryan tried to object, to stop the doctors from cutting up all of his clothes, but he couldn't.
He was freezing in the over-air conditioned room in only his boxers, but he had no say in the matter.
"Patient's name, please?" A nurse asked and Ryan could hear Drive my Soul come on the overhead radio.
"Spencer James Smith, fifth." A doctor read in almost complete monotone.

Spencer?

Ryan needed to talk to Spencer.
"Spencer..." He groaned scratchily.
"Get Ross to C.T and X-ray, stat." The main doctor said.
Ryan felt claustrophobic in the C.T and X-ray and if it wasn't for the breath pump, he wouldn't be able to breath.
"Ross; punctured lung, four broken ribs, cracked jaw, fractured wrist and cuts and bruises the to throat and windpipe." One of the nurses said to the doctor.
"How did this happen to them? School yard fight? Hamming it up for You-Tube?" The doctor spat exaggeratedly.
Ryan would be making a face at the doctor if he could.
"Get Smith to C.T and X-ray now." The doctor said demandingly to the nurses.
If you treat them any worse, they're going to walk out on you. Ryan thought with an invisible smirk.
"Smith: fractured forearm, dislocated jaw-" The doctor stopped the nurse.
"Aren't you supposed to be using correct medical terms? Jaw? This is a hospital for Christ's sake, not one of the drama shows you waste you time with! Mandible, dammit!" He yelled at her.
The nurse cowered and nearly ran from the room.
"Sorry, sir.." She whispered, terrified.
"Now on with the diagnosis." The doctor demanded.
"Dislocated mandible and various assorted abrasions- and contusions." The nurse finished, her voice quivering.
"Better. Now, we need to administer anaesthetics and re-position the mandible, wire it, cast the fractures, clean the abrasions and cold compress the contusions." The doctor ordered.
"Anaesthetics, Doctor Blighmes." A nurse said, handing him the pack of anaesthetic vials.
Doctor Blighmes slid the glinting needle into the tiny bottle, and extracted the fluid.
He flicked the needle and then stuck it into Ryan's arm.
Ryan squirmed and his monitor beeped faster, but soon Ryan felt woozy and tired.
The nurses removed a few tubes and pipes from his wrists.


Ryan was out cold.

*

"Will my baby be all right, Doctor?" Mrs. Smith asked, grabbing Doctor Blighmes' wrist and arm gently.
"Yes, he's just fine. Ross, on the other hand..." Doctor Blighmes trailed off.
Mrs. Smith’s eyes glittered with a deep, sad, hopefulness for Ryan- but it didn't phase
the cocky doctor's ego.
"He'll take a long time to recover; he had a punctured lung, four broken ribs, fractured mandible, fractured wrist and substantial damage to his trachea, or his 'windpipe'." he explained, air quotes and all.
Mrs. Smith’s eyes and mouth matched- wide and blank with horror; but with a dead shock as she wondered how Ryan's father could have been so savage to such delicate boys, especially to his own, extremely fragile son.
"Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph..." She said, barely audible.
Doctor Blighmes nodded his head slightly.
"Spencer was better and worse in some areas; fractured fibula 'forearm', dislocated mandible- 'jaw', and various abrasions; 'bruises', and contusions- 'cuts'"
Mrs. Smith’s face was still gaping and wide.
"Spencer will be relatively recovered in about five to six weeks, and Ryan will be about two, to two and a half months.
When the two boys are discharged, will they have a place to stay and take it easy?" Doctor Blighmes asked hopefully.
"Spencer will, for sure, he's my son... But Ryan.." Mrs. Smith stopped.
She knew he couldn't send him back to live with his father, and his mother- well, she was no where to be seen.
"Ryan... yes. He will be staying with me." She concluded, the fog clearing from her brain as she made the decision- more confident in her self this time.
"Do you have consent from his legal parent or guardian?" Doctor Blighmes asked, sounding haughty, as if he held a special importance outside of the E.R.
"Well no, but you can't expect the poor boy to go live with his father- he's the one who did this to them." She said, her eyes sparking, almost in a fierce way.
"Well, since you are not his legal guardian... You will need to speak with his father before I can discharge him from the hospital." Doctor Blighmes said defiantly.
"His father is an alcoholic. Do you really expect me to be able to reason with him?" She asked, getting angry.
"Well your matters are none of my business, ma'mm. I have other patients to be attending to while you stand here 'grilling' me." He said before turning on his heels and walking out like he had a dying baby in the room he was stomping off to.
"Bastard." Mrs. Smith hissed at him under her breath as she turned to the door.


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4


When Ryan first opened his eyes, his first instinct was to escape.

But he already knew why he was here.
He could hear Drive my Soul by Lights on radio again, and he sighed softly;
the song seemed to fit the moment perfectly.

He looked to the left of him;

window.

He looked to the right of him;

Spencer's bed.

He smiled gently.

He sighed again and tried to settle his head, but he was still wearing a neck-brace.

He closed his eyes again and his eyes opened instantly when Womanizer by Britney Spears came on the radio.

"NOOO!" He said in a bruised voice.

His throat hurt, so he grabbed the pillow he was laying on and covered his ears gently with it.

"I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW, BRITNEY SPEARS!" He called, his voice no louder than a quiet conversation in a StarBucks.


"So, don't you wanna know why I kissed you?" Spencer asked timidly as he and Ryan were spending another night up late in their shared hospital room.

"Well, yeah.. But well.." Ryan stopped.
He didn't have words to sum up anything at the very moment.

"Well, see..." Spencer began, feeling his face go hot.

He sighed and shut his eyes for a few seconds.

"I think I'm gay." He said, almost so quiet Ryan couldn't hear it.

Ryan's mouth hung open slightly.

"Yeah, I know, I'm a fucking disgusting fag.." Spencer whispered.

"No, Spence I-" Ryan began.

"No Ryan. I know. I know what you're thinking; the stupid fat kid finally decided to come out of the closet and make a move on his best friend. And, you don't think you can hang out with me anymore- it's okay. You don't need to say it. I know already." He spat, his eyes cold and hard.

"Spencer, that's not what I was going to say, how can you even think that?" Ryan said, hurt.

"Because it's true! I'm just some stupid, fat, faggot and I need to realize that! I'm nothing! My parents won't love me, you can't even look at me without disgust in your eyes, and honestly, I can't look at you either! Lying to me to cover you fucking gay-hating ass, you fucking dick!" He said, nearly yelling.

Ryan felt tears come to his eyes.

"Don't you fucking cry." Spencer whispered in a harsh, venomous tone.

Ryan's mouth was pinched shut, but his lips quivered as tears spilled over his eyelids and rolled down his pale cheeks quickly.

"You're just like him- you're just like my father!" He yelled, pointing at Spencer, his voice cracking painfully.

He flung the sheets back and left the room as fast as he could, slamming the door behind himself with his good arm, dragging his I.V post behind him.

He could hear Spencer coming after him and he broke into a jog, bumping into two nurses helping a young woman in labour.

Ryan wiped the tears out of his eyes with his good hand and stormed into a bathroom, slamming the door and locking it, hoping he had lost Spencer.

He he slid down the door- throbbing pain in his torso dulled by painkillers- and hit the cold tiling, breaking down.


a month and a half later...


"Brendon, you don't understand! I can't forgive Spencer for what he said. To me or not, he hurt both of us." Ryan said, loudly to Brendon Urie, a relatively new member in his garage band,
Summer League.

"If you apologize, then you won't have a guilty conscience." Brendon said to Ryan.

"Enough with your Mormon-y-ness, dude! If wanted philosophy, I'd pick up a Doctor Phil book. Pfff, like he's a fucking doctor..." Ryan spat.

Brendon snuffed.

"It's not 'Mormon philosophy', it's just advice. Gosh, Ryan, you can be so difficult some times!" He exclaimed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Ryan turned around sharply to face Brendon.

"I don't care what it was- just stop!"
He continued to rummage through a box of stuff that Mrs. Smith had him keep in the garage.

"Where's my fucking guitar pick?!" He yelled at the box, giving an angry punt.

Brendon stared at the large dent in the box.

"FOR FUCK SAKES, WHERE'S MY DAMN PICK?!" He yelled, kicking the box violently until a large hole emerged and his foot got stuck in it.

"FUCK." He cursed and threw the box.
Brendon stared at Ryan, cowering a bit.

Ryan's head began to throb violently and he collapsed to the cold, hard cement of the garage floor.

"Ryan!" Brendon gasped, grabbing Ryan's un-casted arm, and pulling him back up.

"I'm fine, fine.." Ryan said, his eyes wandering and his vision doubling.

"You don't seem so fine to me..." Brendon said, steadying Ryan with his shoulders.

"No, no. I'm good. Don't you- don't you worry about me..." He said, stuttering dizzily.

"I'm taking you up stairs, Ryan. I don't want you to fall and konk your head on this hard ground.." Brendon rambled on.

at the same time..


Spencer spat into the toilet and couched gently.

He took a thin paintbrush and gently slid it into his mouth.

He reached the back of his throat and tickled it gently until he began to gag.

He finally succeeded to make himself throw up what was left in his stomach.

"Spencer? Sweetie? Are you alright in there, baby?" Mrs. Smith knocked again and again.

Spencer wrapped the paintbrush in toilet paper and snapped it in half, chucking it into the
trash can.

"Fine, mom. I just don't feel that well.." He lied groggily.

"Oh.." Mrs. Smith worried.
"I'll get you some Gravol, then." She said, hurrying off.

Spencer sighed and flushed the toilet.

"That was close..." He whispered to himself..

:3

holy gawd i lurves it! ive vever read a rycer well not a main one like this.

am i making sense?

ohhh wow

Spencer your not fat we love you.
ryan calm down
brendon go brendon go brendon

aww wow this is good XD update?

this makes meh smile.

_new reader_
i love it

woo! =D
update? (i don't need to ask, because i'll update anyways, haha.)
and welcome, new readers! =D

i'll do another double post if you guys want- i have twenty chapers finished. (:


5

The warm Las Vegas air ruffled Brendon's hair gently and he sighed, not knowing what to say to Ryan.

Ryan had just finally explained to him what Spencer had said to him when they were in the hospital.

"Well, um.. Do you.." Brendon began, a little embarrassed about what he was going to ask.

"Do you like him back?" He whispered, as if there were a hundred other people around them.

Ryan flushed and scuffed the toe of his low-top into the sand of the old play-ground, and rocked
the swing he was on.

He wasn't even sure of that answer enough to respond.

He swallowed the hard lump in his throat, feeling tears come his eyes.

"I- I don't know." He whispered back, his emotions getting the best of him.

He felt his hands begin to shake and his stomach knotted uncomfortably.

Tears were soon falling to his lap, staining his jeans like raindrops on dry cement.

He clenched his muscles tightly and held his breath, determined not to cry.

He took shaky, furious breaths until he the tears stopped coming, but he still shook, terrified of his overwhelming emotions.

"I really don't know. I, I think I do, but then.. Then.." He felt himself getting angry;

Furious.

"Then he's the biggest jerk I've ever met and I hate him so much.. He makes me so angry, I just wanna... Crush his skull, or... something.."

He rambled on feverishly and he clenched his jaw tightly; his anger escalating by the seconds.

He could feel his blood pressure going up and began to feel light-headed.

Then he cooled off as he remembered all the good times they'd had together.

"Brendon, is it wrong if you love someone that you hate with every fibre of your being?" He whispered, still terrified.

Brendon's eyes hung open like he had never met Ryan, but then they softened.

"I think that's for you to decide." He whispered in his smooth, soothing voice.

Brendon got up and went to Ryan's swing.

He reached his arms out, and Ryan stood, falling into them, his awkward plastic outer-cast jabbing into Brendon's back as he clutched him as tightly as he could to his body.

He breathed in Brendon's comforting scent, not sure if he was more terrified of his father, Spencer, or his emotions.

He shook as he stood there, soaking Brendon's shirt, not caring who saw them, not caring if the world was ending beneath them, just happy to know there was someone in the world who cared about him.

Ryan looked up at Brendon with terrified eyes and Brendon looked down at him with caring sympathy.

Ryan leaned in and pressed his lips to the side of Brendon's throat.

Brendon was stiff under Ryan's lips, but he didn't dare move.



Ryan poked his sub with the straw from his Coke and sighed.

"This is, definitely not what I wanted." He mumbled.

Brendon looked up from his fries and peered at Ryan through his glasses, a bewildered look on his face.

"I fot eew-" He began, his mouth full.
He swallowed and took a sip of his water.

"Excuse me.." He mumbled.

"I thought you wanted to come here?" He asked.

Ryan shook his head and sighed, pushing his sub away with the thin white straw.

"I thought I did, too." He grumbled.
"
Now I just wasted five bucks on some sandwich I'm not even gonna eat.." He muttered to himself.

"Wrap it up and take it home." Brendon said, like nothing was wrong.
Ryan scowled at Brendon through his lashes and sipped his coke again.

"I'm not hungry." He announced finally, shoving his Coke aside.

Brendon sighed, finishing his salad.

"How can you eat salad, and fries? That's just gross." Ryan made a face.

"Because I'm a vegetarian. Duh." Brendon said, smiling.

He's never not happy, is he? Ryan thought to himself.

"Do you have, like, ADHD, or something?" Ryan spat, and instantly regretted it.

Brendon's eyes shot open widely, and he looked hurt.

"Shit.." Ryan cursed under his breath.
"Dude, I'm sorry.. I didn’t mean to say that.. Shit, I'm so stupid.." Ryan spat.

"No.." Brendon began, brushing Ryan's previous comment off like sand.

"No problem. Forget about it." He said.

Ryan slunk down in his seat, embarrassed.

"Wanna go get, like, a coffee of something?" Ryan asked, piling their garbage onto the deep-green restaurant tray.

"I'm not allowed to have coffee." Brendon reminded, taking the tray from Ryan as they walked to the garbage.

"What?" Ryan asked, shocked, watching Brendon dump the garbage out, as if he had a third arm, and six eyes.

"Yeah.. It's a Mormon thing.." Brendon sighed.

"What about energy drinks?" Ryan asked, hopefully.

"You mean, like, Red Bull?" Brendon asked.
Ryan nodded and the glass doors swung shut behind them as they headed to the 7-11.

"No." Brendon sighed curtly.

"Seriously? What about, like Rock Star, or Monster?" Ryan asked.

"You drink monsters?" Brendon asked, mortified.

"No, ass. The energy drink." Ryan laughed, half irked and half dumbfounded that Brendon would ask that question with such seriousness.

"Nope. No energy drinks at all." He said.

"My mom wants me to remain 'pure'." Brendon said as he followed Ryan to the drink coolers in 7-11.

"Pure?" Ryan asked, looking at Brendon in the same weird way he had at Port Of Subs.

"Yep. She says caffeine’s the devil's drink." He said, almost smiling at his mother's over-protective nature.

"Well to me, pure, means refraining from sex and adulteries- not avoiding caffeine because it's 'the devil's drink." Ryan laughed.

Brendon chuckled.

"Well it's technically true; Caffeine makes you short." He said, shrugging.

"Oooh!" He squealed, running to another silver-handled door.

"But I loooooove AriZonas." He finished, grabbing out a white can Ryan had never seen before.

It had gold metallic stripes and a big green 'AriZona' logo over a metallic white base.

"Dude, that's a chick's drink. I'll get you a Red Bull." Ryan offered.

Brendon's eyes were wide like Ryan was offering him cocaine.

"No, I'm fine with my, uh, 'chicken drink'- or whatever.." Brendon said, rushing to Ryan, blocking the glass doors so Ryan couldn't get to the drinks behind it.

"Brendon, move. I want a drink." Ryan demanded.

"Nope. You're gonna make me drink it." Brendon shook his head and crossed his arms like a child.

"Brendon, move. I promise I won't make you. And besides, look at the cool colours on the cans.." Ryan said, pointing the them, knowing Brendon couldn't resist.

Brendon timidly looked behind himself.

"Ooh, you're right.. They are pretty cool.." He said, astonished that there were colours other than the ones you'd find in a box of Crayolas.

"Now, will you please move?" Ryan asked.
"Sure. Since you promised." Brendon said giddily, and bounced in place as Ryan picked his poisons.

Ryan took out a can of Red Bull, a can of Monster and a can of Rock Star.

"What’d you need so much for?" Brendon asked slowly, regretting his promise.

"Cause." Ryan answered nonchalantly. Shrugging and trying to look innocent.

Brendon was still timid as they both stepped to the counter.

Ryan took Brendon's Arizona and set it on the counter.

"I'll pay." Ryan smiled broadly..- like he was hiding something…

Brendon shook his head and snatched his can, holding it tight to his chest.

"No.." He began slowly.

"I'll pay for mine."

"No, come on. It's not that much. You won't owe me." Ryan laughed.

The clerk didn't look like he was laughing at Ryan's remark.

"Come on, Brendon! He's waiting..." He insisted, gesturing to the impatient employee.

Brendon handed his drink over and pouted.
"Seven seventy-two, please." The clerk said in monotone.

Ryan forked over a five and three ones, his eyes still glued to Brendon.

"Keep the change." Ryan said as he backed out of the store, nudging the door open slowly with his back.

When he got out the door, he turned around.
They sat on the curb and Ryan handed Brendon his AriZona.

Ryan cracked open his Red Bull and looked to Brendon.

"Wanna sip?" He asked.
Brendon eyed the can;
The shiny blue and silver..

The little red bulls were so tempting..

"Uh.. I don't think I should.." He said nervously, trying his hardest to resist temptation.

"Come on. One sip won't hurt.." Ryan urged, stretching his arm out so Brendon could take the can.

"Mmm.. No.." Brendon said nervously, shaking his head quickly.

Ryan looked Brendon in the eyes, trying his best to imitate puppy's eyes when they begged.

"Okay, fine. Only one sip." Brendon huffed.

He took a small sip, the liquid slurping into his mouth loudly, sitting on his tongue.

He swallowed that sip, the can still only a fraction of an inch from his lips.

His eyes went wide, to Ryan's pleasure.

"Hm.. Tastes like strawberries." He mused.

He took another sip, this time, it was minimally bigger than the first.

"Mmmm." Brendon smiled, taking a big gulp from the can.

And so it started.

one more chappie before i have to go home.

6

*
"Spencer?" Ryan called quietly and knocked on his door.

Ryan heard a strange grunting, whining noise and he knocked again.

"Spence, uh.. I think we need to talk.." He said, trying to be quiet, hoping to to attract negative attention.

He heard the same noise again, and tried the door-knob.

It was locked.

"Spencer. Can you open the door?" Ryan asked, getting frustrated, but secretly afraid that
Spencer wasn't going to speak to him again.

"Spence." Ryan demanded, rattling the door.

"I'm not leaving until you let me in." Ryan said loudly.

Ryan swore he could hear Spencer call his name, and then 'help', but brushed it off, knowing it was his conscience, playing tricks on him for what he'd done.

"Spencer, I'm picking the lock." Ryan threatened.

He jumped to reach the top of the door frame, and grabbed the extra key.

He slid it into the lock and turned it.

The lock clicked successfully and Ryan peered into Spencer's room.

There was torn pictures all over the floor, clothes everywhere, the room stunk of sweat and vomit.

"Spencer?" Ryan asked quietly.

He heard the strange noise in return.
He waded through god-knows-what to his bathroom.

Spencer was on the floor; a crumpled, tortured ball of human-wreckage.

"Spencer!" Ryan wailed, running to him.

The glands in Spencer's jaw were swollen and his eyes were crimson and puffy.

His hair was a disgusting mess, his clothes were stained with things Ryan couldn't identify, and it looked like he'd lost at least twenty pounds.

"Spencer, oh my sweet Jesus! What have you done to yourself?!" Ryan exclaimed, holding Spencer's limp, motionless body in his arms.

"I.." Spencer began dryly, his throat sounded swollen and abused.

"I was.. trying to make you love me." He whispered.

"Oh. Spencer. I love you more than you'll ever know.. Why- Why did you do this? You know I love you.." Ryan's thick voice cracked as he spoke, tears soaking the back of Spencer's shirt as he held him close to his chest.

"No, you don't. You're just saying that now. To make me feel better." Spencer rasped.

"Spencer, stop saying that. You're creating a false reality. You just think.." Ryan stopped, he was wasting his breath, and time.

"I can't make you believe how much I love you, but I do. I know there's more than friendship that I feel for you, but if you want to keep telling yourself those things, go ahead, but it won't change how I feel."

He was sobbing now.

"I need to get you to a hospital." Ryan whispered.

"Can't you just let me die here?" Spencer whispered.

"Stop it. If you think I don't love you; think of your parents- think of your other friends. Please. Stop hurting me like this." Ryan sobbed.

Spencer shook his head, not saying anything.

Ryan gathered all of the strength in his scrawny little arms and lifted Spencer, his cast digging into his arm, and his bruised ribs aching dully.

He headed out of the room, praying that he wouldn't trip on anything.

He tried to go as fast as he could down the hall, but that was no faster than a pained speed-walk.

"Mrs. Smith, I need your help." Ryan called frantically.

Spencer hung like a dead body over Ryan's shoulder weakly.

"Don't do this, Ryan." Spencer whispered to him in a pleading voice, and Ryan shivered at Spencer's cold breath on the nape of his neck.

"Just let me die.."

His cracked lips bushing his flesh slightly, giving Ryan goose bumps as if Spencer was a resurrected corpse.

"Oh Jesus! What happened!?" Mrs. Smith nearly screamed as she helped Ryan sit Spencer in a chair.

"I don't know. I was trying to talk to him, and I found him in his bathroom like this." Ryan explained quickly.

"Spencer, baby. Are you all right?" Mrs. Smith demanded, gently grabbing Spencer's lolling shoulders.

He nodded feebly, trying to get out of another hospital visit, but his head drooped down weakly, breaking his façade.

"Ryan get me the phone, please." She said, and outstretched her hand impatiently.

She pressed three numbers, which Ryan immediately knew- just by the tones.

Mrs. Smith held Spencer's eyes open- checking his pupils- and waited for the operator on the other line to pick up.

Ryan could see Spencer's pupil nearly filled up the oceanic blue iris, and then after the blue, was a sea of dull, rusty red, streaked with swollen, crimson veins.

Ryan heard the familiar greeting of the operator and Mrs. Smith told them she needed an ambulance.

Less than five minutes later, the ambulance was there, and Spencer was being loaded in.

"Come on Ryan, let's go." Mrs. Smith motioned for him to get in the ambulance impatiently.

Ryan stared down at Spencer's destroyed body, and tears came to his eyes.

His bottom lip quivered and Mrs. Smith wrapped her arms around him, resting his head on her shoulder.

"Don't worry. Spencer's a fighter. If you two made it through what you did, you can make it through this." She said, trying to soothe him.

When Mrs. Smith referred to them as 'you two', Ryan knew she knew their secret.

..anybody? [:

UPDATE NOW PLEASE
FOR THE LOVE OF TACOS!