October Skies; Chapter Five.
Title; October Skies
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: My story is real, my characters are fake.
Written: By me, Ashie1011.
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon, Mikey/Ashley, Spencer/Jon, Frank/Ryan
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October *Brendon's POV*
I stared at Ryan, "How the fuck are you so stupid?" I ask him, with a serious face.
"I don't see what's so stupid about it, jackass!" He shouted back, flipping me off like he does to everyone when he's mad. Ryan had chosen to tell me, and all of his other friends that he was ditching us for Frank, again.
This had become a casual thing, we'd all make plans, he'd cancel to hang out with "the love of his life". We we're all getting fed up with it to.
Jon put a hand on my shoulder, "Calm down Brendon. He made his choice, we can't exactly change that."
I pushed him off, "The hell we can't. You see Ryan, you've been fucking cancelling with us for two damn months. Are we not as important to you as that short fucker is? Bro's before hoe's I thought the saying was."
Ryan rolled his eyes, "Really, Brendon? You're being dramatic about this. I care about you guys to death, all I want to do is hang out with my boyfriend is that too much to ask?"
"Yes, it is! You've been doing this for months!" I shouted, I felt Jon and Spencer pulling on my arms now, trying to get me away from him.
He's eyes fumed with angry, "I have not! I hang out with you all the time! Last weekend, all of us went to the movies, we all hung out and crashed at Jon's afterwords!"
"Frank was there to, you made us let you bring him along!" He had, we'd all wanted to go see The Perks of Being A Wallflower together and he dragged him along. Which meant we had to watch them make out through the whole movie, and then afterwords too. Does he not think about others but himself?
"So?! Fine, I like hanging out with him! Big deal! This is one party, we can make it up next week." That's it, I punched him hard in the nose. Maybe too hard because I heard a 'snap' and him crying out in pain.
I turned and walked away, Spencer and Jon following me. "Brendon..." Jon starts, a concerned look on his face. "I'm fine, okay?!" I snapped at him. He flinched a little.
"Sorry, gah, sorry, I just, I gotta go." I open my car door and get in. I hit the steering wheel, "Fuck!" I hope I broke his nose.
I drive home, blasting the heaviest music I have.
Ryan's so stupid.
Ryan's a fuckup.
Ryan's a conceited bitch.
By the time I get home, I break down and just sob by the front door. He said he'd be my friend and I'm afraid that's the last thing he's being. He's being a dick, like the ones out of those stupid high school movies.
"Brendon?" Came a unfamiliar voice from on the stairs.
"Leave me alone.." I moan, letting out some more choked sobs out.
"Baby what's wrong?" My mother comes into few, she puts her arms around me and holds me, shushing me quietly.
"Why do you care?! You don't even talk to me! You hid up there, and refuse to talk to me! I am your son! You're suppose to love me and care for me and protect me!" I scream at her, pushing her away from me.
My mother's face falls into a pained look, "Brendon, I didn't realize..It bothered you that bad. I'm just so busy with work and since the divorce I didn't know how to talk to you. I'm here now though, I'm here to talk. I'll try to be better, I swear I will." She petted my hair while telling me this. I felt my stomach ease up a little, my sobs slowly down.
"I'm gay." I whisper. To my surprise, she doesn't jump or freak out telling me I'm satan's child not hers. She only nods and hugs me tighter.
"I'm gay and, I met someone. He became a very close friend of mine, and then I became friends with his friends. He's my best friend, and he's spending more time with his boyfriend then us. We got into a fight, I confronted him and he acted innocent. I-I hit him, and broke his nose. I screamed at my other friends and now, I'm alone and I don't understand anything, everything is messed up and I'm just so mad, I want to hurt someone."
My mother stayed silent through my whole speech, and then kissed my forehead, standing up, "You sound like you have a bad case of jealousy. I witnessed it once or twice too in my teenage hood. Tell me, do you like this guy?"
I felt my face turn red, "No. He's horrible, and loud, and mean. He's horrible." She raised her eyebrow at me and I sighed, "Yes, I do."
"I think you should tell him. Now, want to watch some Glee? I think we have the first season around here somewhere."
I felt a small smile on my face.
***
I didn't go to school the next day. My mother thought it'd be nice for me to stay home and try to get my thoughts worked out. She apologized that she had to go to work but gave me some money to do what I pleased. I ended up just driving around all day. I made it to the state border line and just sat there for awhile.
When I got home I popped in a horror movie and sat down. It was about four when my phone went off.
Spencer:
Good job! His nose is busted bad, man. I laughed so hard because he deserved it. Frank's pissed at you though. Good luck.
I chuckled, I did break it. Now the shrimp was coming after me. Oh~
I typed a response;
Let the midget come after me, I've been needing to kick someone's ass recently.
I laid down my phone and it went off quicker then I'd expected, I pulled it up and realized it wasn't from Spencer.
Ryan:
I fucking hate you. I hope you understand we aren't friends anymore. Ditching school huh? Pussy, can't even show your face to me.
I flinched, I guess telling him my feelings won't do any good now. I didn't bother texting him back. Why good would it do? I wasn't gonna lie, I wasn't exactly thrilled for him to hate me.
A knock at the door made me get up. Mom probably forgot her fucking keys again or maybe it was Jon coming to check on me. Nope. My jaw dropped a little when I saw a pissed looking Ryan standing at the door, "You didn't text me back." He snapped, walking in.
"Uh, come in?" That's right piss him off some more.
He turned around and stared at me. My eyes fell on his taped together nose, and tried not to laugh.
"Why are you here Ryan?" I ask, biting my lip.
"You didn't text me b--" I cut him off, "Bullshit, of course I didn't. Get out of mine house now or I'll call the cops."
Ryan walked toward me, pushing me against the wall, "Huh? Oh you will?" He grabs from phone and puts it in his pants, "Well you can't now."
"Ryan, get the fuck out! We aren't friends! You said so yourself! Go to your oh-so precious man!" Ryan winces and pushes me down to the ground. This was what he wanted? To beat me? Well, go ahead.
He gets on the ground next to me and I close my eyes, wishing for the pain to end quickly.
I wait.
I wait.
He doesn't hit me.
Instead, his mouth is on mine. Demanding, and angry, and rough. I try to push him off but his hands are clenched tight in my hair and he climbs on top of me, pinning me down.
So, I kiss him back. My lips move against his angry ones, soft and slow. To be honest, it was like love and hatred moving against each other.
"I love you damnit," I heard him whisper inbetween our kissing, "I'm fucking stuck in love with you and i'm hopeless."
I nod, "I love you." We kiss for awhile, just there, pushing, licking, sucking on each others mouths like we need each other to survive. I need him to survive.
The front door opens and my mom walks in, staring at us. "Brendon, I'm going to make dinner. Ryan do you wanna stay the night?"
We both jump off of each other, trying to fix our clothing.
"Stay? I could call my mom and ask, if Brendon wanted me to of course." I start to agree but my mother answers for me, "Oh he wants to. Go call her sweetie." My mom winks at me and I groan.
***
Ryan ends up being able to stay the night. Him and my mother get along way too well to. They talked about everything you could possibly think of during dinner.
Movies? Check.
Candy? Check.
Porn? Check.
I swear seeing them get along is so creepy, considering I can barely talk to Ryan as it is and she talks with him like she's his sister.
Ryan sat down on my bed and looked around the room, "So, this is where you sleep and stuff?"
I nod, blushing a little.
"S-Sorry." I say looking at the floor as I sit next to him.
"Why?" He wraps his arm around my waist.
I snorted, "I busted your nose up bad."
"This? It's fine, I deserved it, I lied to by the way. I want to be your friend, so bad. I can't be without you. I was just mad because Jon told me you hadn't come to school and wasn't talking to anyone and weren't home."
I remembered then, Frank. I pulled Ryan's arm off of my waist, "Ryan maybe it's best for you to go home."
"Why?" He stood up, staring at me with a hurt expression.
"You're dating Frank." I point out.
Ryan grins at me, "I dumped him today.." He takes his seat next to me and bites his lip. Cute bastard.
"Why?" I whisper, leaning in toward him. He sucks in a breath, "Cause I'm in love with you." That's it, I'm done. I kissed him hard, he had a way with getting me to soften up. I felt him grin as he kissed me back.
We settled down on my bed and stared at each other like we both were afraid to wake up from what might be the best dream either of us could be having. I leaned down and kissed him gentle, holding him, not wanting to let him go until I had to.
We sleep like that till morning called.
A:N I AM SO PROUD OF THIS CHAPTER, I WAS LISTENED TO LOVE SONGS TRYING TO MAKE THIS LOVEABLE.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: My story is real, my characters are fake.
Written: By me, Ashie1011.
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon, Mikey/Ashley, Spencer/Jon, Frank/Ryan
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October *Brendon's POV*
I stared at Ryan, "How the fuck are you so stupid?" I ask him, with a serious face.
"I don't see what's so stupid about it, jackass!" He shouted back, flipping me off like he does to everyone when he's mad. Ryan had chosen to tell me, and all of his other friends that he was ditching us for Frank, again.
This had become a casual thing, we'd all make plans, he'd cancel to hang out with "the love of his life". We we're all getting fed up with it to.
Jon put a hand on my shoulder, "Calm down Brendon. He made his choice, we can't exactly change that."
I pushed him off, "The hell we can't. You see Ryan, you've been fucking cancelling with us for two damn months. Are we not as important to you as that short fucker is? Bro's before hoe's I thought the saying was."
Ryan rolled his eyes, "Really, Brendon? You're being dramatic about this. I care about you guys to death, all I want to do is hang out with my boyfriend is that too much to ask?"
"Yes, it is! You've been doing this for months!" I shouted, I felt Jon and Spencer pulling on my arms now, trying to get me away from him.
He's eyes fumed with angry, "I have not! I hang out with you all the time! Last weekend, all of us went to the movies, we all hung out and crashed at Jon's afterwords!"
"Frank was there to, you made us let you bring him along!" He had, we'd all wanted to go see The Perks of Being A Wallflower together and he dragged him along. Which meant we had to watch them make out through the whole movie, and then afterwords too. Does he not think about others but himself?
"So?! Fine, I like hanging out with him! Big deal! This is one party, we can make it up next week." That's it, I punched him hard in the nose. Maybe too hard because I heard a 'snap' and him crying out in pain.
I turned and walked away, Spencer and Jon following me. "Brendon..." Jon starts, a concerned look on his face. "I'm fine, okay?!" I snapped at him. He flinched a little.
"Sorry, gah, sorry, I just, I gotta go." I open my car door and get in. I hit the steering wheel, "Fuck!" I hope I broke his nose.
I drive home, blasting the heaviest music I have.
Ryan's so stupid.
Ryan's a fuckup.
Ryan's a conceited bitch.
By the time I get home, I break down and just sob by the front door. He said he'd be my friend and I'm afraid that's the last thing he's being. He's being a dick, like the ones out of those stupid high school movies.
"Brendon?" Came a unfamiliar voice from on the stairs.
"Leave me alone.." I moan, letting out some more choked sobs out.
"Baby what's wrong?" My mother comes into few, she puts her arms around me and holds me, shushing me quietly.
"Why do you care?! You don't even talk to me! You hid up there, and refuse to talk to me! I am your son! You're suppose to love me and care for me and protect me!" I scream at her, pushing her away from me.
My mother's face falls into a pained look, "Brendon, I didn't realize..It bothered you that bad. I'm just so busy with work and since the divorce I didn't know how to talk to you. I'm here now though, I'm here to talk. I'll try to be better, I swear I will." She petted my hair while telling me this. I felt my stomach ease up a little, my sobs slowly down.
"I'm gay." I whisper. To my surprise, she doesn't jump or freak out telling me I'm satan's child not hers. She only nods and hugs me tighter.
"I'm gay and, I met someone. He became a very close friend of mine, and then I became friends with his friends. He's my best friend, and he's spending more time with his boyfriend then us. We got into a fight, I confronted him and he acted innocent. I-I hit him, and broke his nose. I screamed at my other friends and now, I'm alone and I don't understand anything, everything is messed up and I'm just so mad, I want to hurt someone."
My mother stayed silent through my whole speech, and then kissed my forehead, standing up, "You sound like you have a bad case of jealousy. I witnessed it once or twice too in my teenage hood. Tell me, do you like this guy?"
I felt my face turn red, "No. He's horrible, and loud, and mean. He's horrible." She raised her eyebrow at me and I sighed, "Yes, I do."
"I think you should tell him. Now, want to watch some Glee? I think we have the first season around here somewhere."
I felt a small smile on my face.
***
I didn't go to school the next day. My mother thought it'd be nice for me to stay home and try to get my thoughts worked out. She apologized that she had to go to work but gave me some money to do what I pleased. I ended up just driving around all day. I made it to the state border line and just sat there for awhile.
When I got home I popped in a horror movie and sat down. It was about four when my phone went off.
Spencer:
Good job! His nose is busted bad, man. I laughed so hard because he deserved it. Frank's pissed at you though. Good luck.
I chuckled, I did break it. Now the shrimp was coming after me. Oh~
I typed a response;
Let the midget come after me, I've been needing to kick someone's ass recently.
I laid down my phone and it went off quicker then I'd expected, I pulled it up and realized it wasn't from Spencer.
Ryan:
I fucking hate you. I hope you understand we aren't friends anymore. Ditching school huh? Pussy, can't even show your face to me.
I flinched, I guess telling him my feelings won't do any good now. I didn't bother texting him back. Why good would it do? I wasn't gonna lie, I wasn't exactly thrilled for him to hate me.
A knock at the door made me get up. Mom probably forgot her fucking keys again or maybe it was Jon coming to check on me. Nope. My jaw dropped a little when I saw a pissed looking Ryan standing at the door, "You didn't text me back." He snapped, walking in.
"Uh, come in?" That's right piss him off some more.
He turned around and stared at me. My eyes fell on his taped together nose, and tried not to laugh.
"Why are you here Ryan?" I ask, biting my lip.
"You didn't text me b--" I cut him off, "Bullshit, of course I didn't. Get out of mine house now or I'll call the cops."
Ryan walked toward me, pushing me against the wall, "Huh? Oh you will?" He grabs from phone and puts it in his pants, "Well you can't now."
"Ryan, get the fuck out! We aren't friends! You said so yourself! Go to your oh-so precious man!" Ryan winces and pushes me down to the ground. This was what he wanted? To beat me? Well, go ahead.
He gets on the ground next to me and I close my eyes, wishing for the pain to end quickly.
I wait.
I wait.
He doesn't hit me.
Instead, his mouth is on mine. Demanding, and angry, and rough. I try to push him off but his hands are clenched tight in my hair and he climbs on top of me, pinning me down.
So, I kiss him back. My lips move against his angry ones, soft and slow. To be honest, it was like love and hatred moving against each other.
"I love you damnit," I heard him whisper inbetween our kissing, "I'm fucking stuck in love with you and i'm hopeless."
I nod, "I love you." We kiss for awhile, just there, pushing, licking, sucking on each others mouths like we need each other to survive. I need him to survive.
The front door opens and my mom walks in, staring at us. "Brendon, I'm going to make dinner. Ryan do you wanna stay the night?"
We both jump off of each other, trying to fix our clothing.
"Stay? I could call my mom and ask, if Brendon wanted me to of course." I start to agree but my mother answers for me, "Oh he wants to. Go call her sweetie." My mom winks at me and I groan.
***
Ryan ends up being able to stay the night. Him and my mother get along way too well to. They talked about everything you could possibly think of during dinner.
Movies? Check.
Candy? Check.
Porn? Check.
I swear seeing them get along is so creepy, considering I can barely talk to Ryan as it is and she talks with him like she's his sister.
Ryan sat down on my bed and looked around the room, "So, this is where you sleep and stuff?"
I nod, blushing a little.
"S-Sorry." I say looking at the floor as I sit next to him.
"Why?" He wraps his arm around my waist.
I snorted, "I busted your nose up bad."
"This? It's fine, I deserved it, I lied to by the way. I want to be your friend, so bad. I can't be without you. I was just mad because Jon told me you hadn't come to school and wasn't talking to anyone and weren't home."
I remembered then, Frank. I pulled Ryan's arm off of my waist, "Ryan maybe it's best for you to go home."
"Why?" He stood up, staring at me with a hurt expression.
"You're dating Frank." I point out.
Ryan grins at me, "I dumped him today.." He takes his seat next to me and bites his lip. Cute bastard.
"Why?" I whisper, leaning in toward him. He sucks in a breath, "Cause I'm in love with you." That's it, I'm done. I kissed him hard, he had a way with getting me to soften up. I felt him grin as he kissed me back.
We settled down on my bed and stared at each other like we both were afraid to wake up from what might be the best dream either of us could be having. I leaned down and kissed him gentle, holding him, not wanting to let him go until I had to.
We sleep like that till morning called.
A:N I AM SO PROUD OF THIS CHAPTER, I WAS LISTENED TO LOVE SONGS TRYING TO MAKE THIS LOVEABLE.