You're No Different [Standalone]
Title: You’re No Different. [Standalone]
Author: acrylicktears
Rating: PG? I think so.
Pairing:Ryan/Brendon.
POV: Ryan.
Summary: “He doesn’t actually love you, he says that to everyone. Don’t think yourself different from any other.”
Disclaimer: About as real as Brendon rubbing pancakes all over his body, while Ryan films it and the video being released to us. Meaning, not true.
Author Notes: Well, this is the first thing I’ve written for about a year, and it’s short. Go easy on me. Dedicated to Skylar (bound_andgagged) and my Tight Ass (halfpricesales_). ily both.
He stood, a poised silhouette on the delicate edge of crumbling rock, his gaze shifting from the sheer drop to the treacherous rocks below him, up to the violet painted sky in front of him.
The forceful winds whipped at his hair and clothing, almost making him lose his balance a few times. His desire was not to jump off the cliff to the jagged rocks below, but to just stand and think. This is where he came when he needed to think. The view somehow soothed him, made him feel content.
As he stood, glued to the spot he hadn’t moved from for the past two hours, his mind lingered on those words that an anonymous person had voiced to him over the phone only hours before. “He doesn’t actually love you, he says that to everyone. Don’t think yourself different from any other.” That anonymous voice had changed everything. He didn’t know whether to just forget he had ever received that call, or to go on thinking about it, questioning his relationship he held with the other boy.
The boy he thought he loved. The boy he thought loved him back. The boy he had been through so much with. The boy who had held his shaking body as he cried, sometimes because of his parents, sometimes for no reason at all. The boy he had sat with in the cool shade of the enormous willow tree in the boy’s backyard, laughing and joking around. The boy he spent chilly winter nights with, snuggled in front of a blazing fire, sharing a large mug of hot chocolate. The boy who had said, “I love you” a countless number of times.
Who should he believe? The voice without a face, or his boyfriend, who he loved so dearly? His boyfriend, of course. His boyfriend loved him. They were inseparable.
He turned slowly, his back facing the magnificent sunset. Dying trees cast long shadows along the sheltered path he began to follow up the ascending slop. He kicked at small stones, sending them rolling off into the mixture of dirt, grass and dead leaves bordering the path. He eventually reached his car, unlocking it and seating himself in the stiff, uncomfortable seat. And as his phone started to ring, he just sat and ignored it. He knew who it was.
When he didn’t pick up his phone, the boy left a message. “Ryan. It’s Brendon. I’m sorry, but… I’ve been lying to you. I’ve been with someone else. I’m sorry; I just don’t think we should speak anymore. I guess this is goodbye. Have a nice life.”
First thing I’ve written in about a year, as aforementioned. I would really appreciate some constructive criticism.
Author: acrylicktears
Rating: PG? I think so.
Pairing:Ryan/Brendon.
POV: Ryan.
Summary: “He doesn’t actually love you, he says that to everyone. Don’t think yourself different from any other.”
Disclaimer: About as real as Brendon rubbing pancakes all over his body, while Ryan films it and the video being released to us. Meaning, not true.
Author Notes: Well, this is the first thing I’ve written for about a year, and it’s short. Go easy on me. Dedicated to Skylar (bound_andgagged) and my Tight Ass (halfpricesales_). ily both.
He stood, a poised silhouette on the delicate edge of crumbling rock, his gaze shifting from the sheer drop to the treacherous rocks below him, up to the violet painted sky in front of him.
The forceful winds whipped at his hair and clothing, almost making him lose his balance a few times. His desire was not to jump off the cliff to the jagged rocks below, but to just stand and think. This is where he came when he needed to think. The view somehow soothed him, made him feel content.
As he stood, glued to the spot he hadn’t moved from for the past two hours, his mind lingered on those words that an anonymous person had voiced to him over the phone only hours before. “He doesn’t actually love you, he says that to everyone. Don’t think yourself different from any other.” That anonymous voice had changed everything. He didn’t know whether to just forget he had ever received that call, or to go on thinking about it, questioning his relationship he held with the other boy.
The boy he thought he loved. The boy he thought loved him back. The boy he had been through so much with. The boy who had held his shaking body as he cried, sometimes because of his parents, sometimes for no reason at all. The boy he had sat with in the cool shade of the enormous willow tree in the boy’s backyard, laughing and joking around. The boy he spent chilly winter nights with, snuggled in front of a blazing fire, sharing a large mug of hot chocolate. The boy who had said, “I love you” a countless number of times.
Who should he believe? The voice without a face, or his boyfriend, who he loved so dearly? His boyfriend, of course. His boyfriend loved him. They were inseparable.
He turned slowly, his back facing the magnificent sunset. Dying trees cast long shadows along the sheltered path he began to follow up the ascending slop. He kicked at small stones, sending them rolling off into the mixture of dirt, grass and dead leaves bordering the path. He eventually reached his car, unlocking it and seating himself in the stiff, uncomfortable seat. And as his phone started to ring, he just sat and ignored it. He knew who it was.
When he didn’t pick up his phone, the boy left a message. “Ryan. It’s Brendon. I’m sorry, but… I’ve been lying to you. I’ve been with someone else. I’m sorry; I just don’t think we should speak anymore. I guess this is goodbye. Have a nice life.”
First thing I’ve written in about a year, as aforementioned. I would really appreciate some constructive criticism.