October Skies; Chapter Two.
Title; October Skies
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: My story is real, my characters are fake.
Written: By me, Ashie1011.
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon, Mikey/Ashley
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August *Ryan's POV*
"I'M A BARBIE GIRL, IN A BARBIE WORLD. MY LIFE IS FUCKING FANTASTIC I'M MADE OF PLASTIC." Spencer, my best friend was yelling as I dragged him down the street on my shoulder. I rolled my eyes at him, he's such a drunk type it's not even funny.
"Mmm, Ryan Ross. You're sooooo pretty, give me a kiss? Please? MMMM." Spencer said throwing his arms around my neck, puckering his lips at me.
"Ew! No, they've been on Jon. Like I'd kiss those, could get a sickness." I smirked at him and slid my keys into my house.
"Is your Dad home?" He whispered, into my shoulder.
"Yeah, he won't care though. He's pretty smooth since Mom moved back in."
He nodded and walked in, holding onto the wall for support. He knew we were starting school tomorrow so he decided to take the night to get wasted, beyond wasted. As for me, hating anything that makes me act like a idiot, I don't drink. Spencer threw himself in my bedroom on my bed and nearly fell asleep instantly. How I become best friends with a drunk, the world may never know.
I sat at my desk and opened my laptop, typing in my password and pulling up the internet. I was a later then usually and I secretly wished he was on.
I pulled up my blog and entered in my username; "xtimeoflyingx".
One new message; yes.
"From: BrenBoyManic.
Hey, Ryan.
How are you? Sorry for not messaging you back last night, I fell asleep to early :c and sorry if I don't tonight, I have school tomorrow and that's the last thing I clearly want to do. Well, respond maybe? K bye."
My face lit up, he wanted to know how I was;
"Hi Brendon.
I'm really good! Besides having to drag my so-called best friend home drunk. I'm starting school tomorrow to! How cool! This is going to kinda suck though, not being able to talk to you as much. How are you anyway? I bought a new guitar today and oddly thought about you. Haha, yes."
I hit sent and smiled happily to myself. Beep. He's still on.
"Really? How cool. Maybe we go to the same school. ;) Just kidding. Sorry, about your friend by the way. I had a friend like that once, except he'd constantly try for me to get him higher then high and make me care to his every will. What time is there?"
"Like, midnight? You?"
"Same! Whoa, maybe we..no that's impossible."
"Just a coincidence, most likely."
"Yeah, agreed with you there. Hey, I gotta sleep. Have fun at school. Bye :D"
I responded a goodbye and shut down my laptop, stretching back in my chair. Sleep time it was.
***
Spencer was snoring loudly into my ear when I woke up. I groaned and pushed him off of me, a little too hard. He rolled off the bed with a 'uff'.
"Damn you Ryan." He moaned, wincing and pulling himself to his feet. I only chuckled an got up myself, deciding what to wear today.
"Faggot." Spence whispered, slipping into new clothes. I flipped him the bird and changed into a red shirt and some black skinny jeans. Now for my hair. My hair is the most important thing in the world to me, without it being perfect I wouldn't be perfect. I'd just be some gay kid with bad hair.
Like always, I spent twenty minutes using ever hair product I had in my bathroom, which happened to be a lot. My father called to me telling me that the car keys were on the counter and he could drive himself because he had to do something up in room.
Spencer was popping tons of pills, groaning at his hangover, I couldn't help but laugh. He deserved it. He tried to beg me to let him drive to, which was hilarious. He thinks he's getting behide this car steering wheel he has another thing coming.
We sat in the car, playing with the radio stations since nothing good seems to ever be on it sucked.
"Did I do something stupid last night?" Spence asked, chewing on a beef stick.
"When do you not?" I asked back, hitting the gas as the light turned green.
"No, seriously Ry. I feel like I did something stupid and forgot." He started tapping his fingers on the dashboard, thinking hard.
"You made out with Jon." I responded, peeking out of the corner of my eye as his face flustered red. Spencer has been trying to convince me he's straight since middle school, when it's clear he isn't at all.
"W-Walker?! The football player?! Shit!"
"Don't hyperventilate yourself. He enjoyed it way more then you did so shut up."
"He did?" His eyes widened.
I nodded, "Couldn't stop moaning and touching you man. I swear if he hadn't been wasted I swear he's gayer then me."
He snorted, "No ones gayer then you."
I rolled my eyes and parked, "Come on. Let's go look for people before I strangle you."
***
I was greeted at school with my friends tackling me. William, hugged tight while Pete climbed on my back and Alex hugged my ankle.
"Ugh. I missed you so much, move down with us next summer. So much fun." Alex said after letting go of me.
"I'm not a California person." Too many party people.
"Liar. You love the beach." William popped in, throwing a grape at my head.
"Doesn't mean I like California."
"Stubborn dick." Alex shoved the grape in his mouth.
"You love me."
"I know."
Pete finally looked up, "I like how I have two classes with you guys and every one else is unknown to me."
Patrick, Pete's friend responds, "Better than nothing."
"I have no classes with Spencer man. It sucks." I sulk and take a look around the cafeteria. Everyone here looks like they always do, happy.
My eyes turn and land on one guy sitting the the corner eating by himself. He wears thin red glasses, a tight white shirt, and some dark jeans. He's reading a book and looks completely unbothered by the noise around him.
He's kinda cool.
***
I'm cursed. My one class without my friends is the worse class; Biology.
First off I already hate the teacher. She's boring and dull and looks like something from the bible.
Second part, everyone in there is looking at me.
The perk, glasses kid is in there. He sits right behide me to. He's constantly reading though so I can't get his attention.
My prick of a teacher steps up to the board and goes; "Hi. I'm Mrs. Osborne and well, let's start with role call. Jacob Akins?"
"Here."
"Sarah Benly?"
"Here."
"Nick Jones?"
"Present to the learn!" The class breaks out in giggles at his stupid joke. The teacher death glares him but moves on, "Frank Iero."
A small kid covered in tattoos raises his hand. He was like 4'7 I swear. He barely made it over the desk.
"Michael Omen?"
"Here."
"George Ross." I raise my hand and give her a quick gesture.
"Gerard Way."
A guy who red hair waves at her.
"Haley Williams."
A orange hair chick this time.
"Mikey Way?"
"Here!" stuffers a guy who wore glasses and had short brown hair.
"And, Brendon Urie?"
"Here." calls out glasses guy number one.
I turn to look at him, he's put his book and is now looking ahead.
"Hi. I'm Ryan." I say to him, smile on my face.
He calmly stares at me, "Brendon."
"pleasure to met you."
"Same." His eyes never leave mine until I blush and turn away. He's kinda scary, in a nerdy way.
Maybe we could be friends, if I'm lucky.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: My story is real, my characters are fake.
Written: By me, Ashie1011.
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon, Mikey/Ashley
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August *Ryan's POV*
"I'M A BARBIE GIRL, IN A BARBIE WORLD. MY LIFE IS FUCKING FANTASTIC I'M MADE OF PLASTIC." Spencer, my best friend was yelling as I dragged him down the street on my shoulder. I rolled my eyes at him, he's such a drunk type it's not even funny.
"Mmm, Ryan Ross. You're sooooo pretty, give me a kiss? Please? MMMM." Spencer said throwing his arms around my neck, puckering his lips at me.
"Ew! No, they've been on Jon. Like I'd kiss those, could get a sickness." I smirked at him and slid my keys into my house.
"Is your Dad home?" He whispered, into my shoulder.
"Yeah, he won't care though. He's pretty smooth since Mom moved back in."
He nodded and walked in, holding onto the wall for support. He knew we were starting school tomorrow so he decided to take the night to get wasted, beyond wasted. As for me, hating anything that makes me act like a idiot, I don't drink. Spencer threw himself in my bedroom on my bed and nearly fell asleep instantly. How I become best friends with a drunk, the world may never know.
I sat at my desk and opened my laptop, typing in my password and pulling up the internet. I was a later then usually and I secretly wished he was on.
I pulled up my blog and entered in my username; "xtimeoflyingx".
One new message; yes.
"From: BrenBoyManic.
Hey, Ryan.
How are you? Sorry for not messaging you back last night, I fell asleep to early :c and sorry if I don't tonight, I have school tomorrow and that's the last thing I clearly want to do. Well, respond maybe? K bye."
My face lit up, he wanted to know how I was;
"Hi Brendon.
I'm really good! Besides having to drag my so-called best friend home drunk. I'm starting school tomorrow to! How cool! This is going to kinda suck though, not being able to talk to you as much. How are you anyway? I bought a new guitar today and oddly thought about you. Haha, yes."
I hit sent and smiled happily to myself. Beep. He's still on.
"Really? How cool. Maybe we go to the same school. ;) Just kidding. Sorry, about your friend by the way. I had a friend like that once, except he'd constantly try for me to get him higher then high and make me care to his every will. What time is there?"
"Like, midnight? You?"
"Same! Whoa, maybe we..no that's impossible."
"Just a coincidence, most likely."
"Yeah, agreed with you there. Hey, I gotta sleep. Have fun at school. Bye :D"
I responded a goodbye and shut down my laptop, stretching back in my chair. Sleep time it was.
***
Spencer was snoring loudly into my ear when I woke up. I groaned and pushed him off of me, a little too hard. He rolled off the bed with a 'uff'.
"Damn you Ryan." He moaned, wincing and pulling himself to his feet. I only chuckled an got up myself, deciding what to wear today.
"Faggot." Spence whispered, slipping into new clothes. I flipped him the bird and changed into a red shirt and some black skinny jeans. Now for my hair. My hair is the most important thing in the world to me, without it being perfect I wouldn't be perfect. I'd just be some gay kid with bad hair.
Like always, I spent twenty minutes using ever hair product I had in my bathroom, which happened to be a lot. My father called to me telling me that the car keys were on the counter and he could drive himself because he had to do something up in room.
Spencer was popping tons of pills, groaning at his hangover, I couldn't help but laugh. He deserved it. He tried to beg me to let him drive to, which was hilarious. He thinks he's getting behide this car steering wheel he has another thing coming.
We sat in the car, playing with the radio stations since nothing good seems to ever be on it sucked.
"Did I do something stupid last night?" Spence asked, chewing on a beef stick.
"When do you not?" I asked back, hitting the gas as the light turned green.
"No, seriously Ry. I feel like I did something stupid and forgot." He started tapping his fingers on the dashboard, thinking hard.
"You made out with Jon." I responded, peeking out of the corner of my eye as his face flustered red. Spencer has been trying to convince me he's straight since middle school, when it's clear he isn't at all.
"W-Walker?! The football player?! Shit!"
"Don't hyperventilate yourself. He enjoyed it way more then you did so shut up."
"He did?" His eyes widened.
I nodded, "Couldn't stop moaning and touching you man. I swear if he hadn't been wasted I swear he's gayer then me."
He snorted, "No ones gayer then you."
I rolled my eyes and parked, "Come on. Let's go look for people before I strangle you."
***
I was greeted at school with my friends tackling me. William, hugged tight while Pete climbed on my back and Alex hugged my ankle.
"Ugh. I missed you so much, move down with us next summer. So much fun." Alex said after letting go of me.
"I'm not a California person." Too many party people.
"Liar. You love the beach." William popped in, throwing a grape at my head.
"Doesn't mean I like California."
"Stubborn dick." Alex shoved the grape in his mouth.
"You love me."
"I know."
Pete finally looked up, "I like how I have two classes with you guys and every one else is unknown to me."
Patrick, Pete's friend responds, "Better than nothing."
"I have no classes with Spencer man. It sucks." I sulk and take a look around the cafeteria. Everyone here looks like they always do, happy.
My eyes turn and land on one guy sitting the the corner eating by himself. He wears thin red glasses, a tight white shirt, and some dark jeans. He's reading a book and looks completely unbothered by the noise around him.
He's kinda cool.
***
I'm cursed. My one class without my friends is the worse class; Biology.
First off I already hate the teacher. She's boring and dull and looks like something from the bible.
Second part, everyone in there is looking at me.
The perk, glasses kid is in there. He sits right behide me to. He's constantly reading though so I can't get his attention.
My prick of a teacher steps up to the board and goes; "Hi. I'm Mrs. Osborne and well, let's start with role call. Jacob Akins?"
"Here."
"Sarah Benly?"
"Here."
"Nick Jones?"
"Present to the learn!" The class breaks out in giggles at his stupid joke. The teacher death glares him but moves on, "Frank Iero."
A small kid covered in tattoos raises his hand. He was like 4'7 I swear. He barely made it over the desk.
"Michael Omen?"
"Here."
"George Ross." I raise my hand and give her a quick gesture.
"Gerard Way."
A guy who red hair waves at her.
"Haley Williams."
A orange hair chick this time.
"Mikey Way?"
"Here!" stuffers a guy who wore glasses and had short brown hair.
"And, Brendon Urie?"
"Here." calls out glasses guy number one.
I turn to look at him, he's put his book and is now looking ahead.
"Hi. I'm Ryan." I say to him, smile on my face.
He calmly stares at me, "Brendon."
"pleasure to met you."
"Same." His eyes never leave mine until I blush and turn away. He's kinda scary, in a nerdy way.
Maybe we could be friends, if I'm lucky.