Fast Times at Barrington High (title hesitant) [1/12]
Title: Fast Times at Barrington High (title hesitant) [1/12]
Author: Cnopbl (posted from writing LJ)
Pairing/band: WilliamxGabe, mentions of past WillxTravis. Side RyanxBrendon, SpencerxJon, and more!
Rating: M, just in case
Summary: William's just getting over his breakup with Travis McCoy. As time passes, he finally gets over it and finds someone new. The only problem with this is that his new love interest is, quite literally, the biggest slut in school --- Gabriel Saporta.
Warnings: whore!Gabe. A very innocent heart-broken Will. Sisky doing the worst best friend job ever. Mentions of, and eventual, sex. Cursing. A whole bunch of teenage angst.
Notes: This is a story based on the album 'Fast Times at Barrington High' by The Academy Is... It's also my first story in this community... be nice? (Also, I put both Travis' in here --- Travis McCoy is referred to as Trav, Travis Clark just as Travis. Why must there be two of them?)
"Dude. Don't tell me you like him. You better not friggin' like him."
I wasn't paying attention.
"William!"
I jumped, removing my eyes from their object of interest back to my friend. "Relax, Sisky," I mumbled. "I don't like anyone right now. It's too soon for me to like anyone." The small smile creeping up on his lips gave me a reason to frown at him. "Why are you smiling like that?"
"If you don't like him, William, then why are you getting a boner for him?"
I looked down to my thighs, my cheeks growing red. "Don't tell." I tried my best to make my eyes look menacing, when all they did was fill up with tears. For the past six months, the only one I had ever gotten a boner for was Travis, and it broke my heart to think of him again.
"Pssh, I ain't gonna tell no-one, Bill. Now we're even, like that one time I --- "
"I thought the whole reason for us keeping it between us was so that we never talked about it again?" I smiled.
"You're a smartass, Beckett."
"You're just an ass, Siska."
"Touché."
I twisted a lock of my hair against my finger as I stared down at my shoes. I tried to blink the tears away from my eyes as Sisky continued on with his ramble.
"Anyway, Bill, you can't like him. Do you even know who he is? Do you know what he does to people? He's the biggest fuckin' slut in the school, Bill. The king of one-night stands. He uses people just to get in them." Sisky shrugged as he lit another cigarette, offering the box out to me. I shook my head gently.
"Point in question, if you don't want it to end up like you and Trav, you can't date him." I looked up at him, hurt. He made a small face, realizing what he had said, and put an arm around me.
"I'm sorry. Didn't mean it that way." Sisky pulled me closer, ruffling my hair gently. I wanted to push him away, but the goodness in me just couldn't do it. Instead, I buried my face into his sweatshirt.
"I just wanted to be loved, Adam," As soon as I managed in a gasp of air, those words came with it. "It's all I asked for. He couldn't give it to me." I sniffed harder and snuggled myself in, hoping that hiding myself in Sisky's sweatshirt would make the world hide, too. Make it hide, and pray that nobody ever came looking for it.
[[I’m not in love]]
"'Ey, Ryland." Gabe nudged his friend in the shoulder. "Isn't that the kid Trav broke up with?" He itched at his face and adjusted the purple hood on his hair. The other tall male bent in to get a closer look before nodding.
"I think so. Think his name's Beckett." Ryland nodded again. "Little sophomore. Didn't know it was coming. Heard he's really heartbroken. Trav's already got the other Travis with him now." He clicked his tongue, laughing a bit. "No way in Hell is Trav ever gonna take him back."
Gabe scoffed. "If Trav doesn't take him, I might." He twisted his hoodie's drawstring around his tan finger, grinning that wild smile of his.
"No fucking way, dude," Ryland waved his hand as a way to tell Gabe that there would be no mentions of this phenomenon. "You're a senior, and pretty much the biggest slut in the state. You've done it all and more. He's a sophomore, and pretty much the prettiest little virgin in the whole school of Barrington High."
"Wait," Gabe frowned. "How come I get state, and he just gets Barrington?"
"You always miss the point, Gabe," Ryland rolled his eyes. "The point is that somebody like him won't take you. They've all heard your gruesome cock-sucking stories. Unless they want to give up their V-Card, you're pretty much out of the question."
"Who said that he didn't? You don't even know him, Ry. He could be the horniest little bitch you could ever hope to meet." Gabe shrugged.
"No, he can't," Ryland rolled his eyes again.
"Why not?" Gabe hated to be wrong, especially when his friend was trying to prove that he was.
"Because the horniest little bitch I could ever hope to meet is you, Gabriel."
"Fuck you," Gabe rolled his eyes this time. He looked back over to where the two of them were sitting; the Beckett kid and the kid he recognized as Adam Siska. Another senior. A guitarist who smoked and hung around the Beckett kid like a dog. For some reason, Gabe didn't like the way they were attached. He didn't like how close they were, and he wanted it to stop.
The bell interrupted him from doing anything about it, as the two scraped up their beer bottles and tossed them away in the trash.
[[This is not my heart.]]
Sisky had stayed with me for a good five minutes after the bell had rang just to make sure I had stopped crying.
My head was so clogged that I couldn't focus through any of my classes. I could only think of Travis, and every time I did, I found myself staring at my binder that was covered in my tears. I'd had to be excused to the bathroom twice just to get myself together. By the time lunch had rolled around, I was a wreck.
I had buried my face inside my arms, thanking God that my hair was long enough to contribute into the hiding of my reddened cheeks. I drew in a sharp sniff just as someone had poked me in the back.
"Go away." Through the cracks of my voice, there was some waning sternness.
"Bill, it's Ryan," The feminine male pushed a few strands of my hair away. Ryan Ross was in most of my classes, and I knew from the grapevine that he was dating Brendon Urie, a freshman. His hair was fashioned into a sloppy fauxhawk, and the way it was matted told me that he had probably been doing an important deed before deciding to join in my presence.
"Go away," I repeated. "I don't want to talk to anyone right now."
He scoffed at me. "That's obvious. You're secluded over here crying like a wreck." Despite my best efforts to push him away, he ended up taking a chair anyway. Like a dog to its master, Brendon was soon next to him. I scowled at them through my hair.
"Wow, William," The younger boy commented, pulling at his lavender hoodie. "You look like you've been crying lots." I rolled my eyes. Must he sound so childish?
"Crying lotth and being a bitch," Jon Walker, another friend of Ross's who was ridden with a terrible lisp, had joined in the crowding group. The group was growing bigger and bigger by the second, and I just wished that they'd all go away. "You on your period, Beckett?"
I shook my head and buried it in my arms again. I could feel my shoulders shaking as I tried to hold in the returning sobs.
"Leave him alone!" I could hear Sisky's voice through the crowd, and the winces told me that he was fighting his way out through it. Next thing I knew, he had his hands on my shoulders. He started rubbing my back, and I let myself cry again.
"He's going through rough shit right now, and you assholes aren't making it any better!" Sisky went on. "So stop being douche-faggots and leave William alone!"
I felt another hand on my shoulder. This one was harsh, and made me shake harder. The voice coming with it I didn't recognize, either.
"Get the fuck off of him, you whore!" Sisky screamed. "The last thing he wants is to have a cock up his ass, especially yours, which with any luck has about a thousand little bugs all over it."
"For your information, I put on my crab cream this morning," The voice laughed. "So I think I'm good. Anyway, I just wanted to wish this kid here the best of luck. I'm sorry you had to go through that shit, little dude. Trav's a dick," He removed his hand and pushed my hair away, and I could feel Sisky's hands tense up on my back.
"Oh look, he has a face!" The boy clad in purple gave a small yelp of happiness. The hands on my back were now hurting me, and I winced beneath them. I shied away nervously. The purple boy had a friendly face, and I suddenly recognized him through my hazed eyes that he was the boy I was staring at earlier.
And holy Jesus, he was a lot cuter up front.
I could feel my cheeks grow red and my heart leap into my throat. I struggled my way away and closer to the edge of my seat. Ryan, who was still sitting next to me, let out a squeal as I proceeded to almost dump myself in his lap. Not that he could give me any comfort --- hell, the kid didn't have any means of sympathy unless it came to Brendon --- but anything to get away from the kid in purple. Anything.
I vaguely remembered Sisky telling me that this was the boy I needed to stay away from. The school slut. The one who used everyone just to violate them sexually. The one who wanted to get everyone on their knees at his glory. But to me, he didn't seem all that bad.
[[I’m not gonna waste these words]]
Later that night, I was staring straight into my mirror, contemplating things. What was going on here?
I couldn't love him. I didn't fall for bad boys, much less did I fall for whores. I didn't fall fast. I was straight out of a relationship that I still compulsively cried over.
I sighed heavily, dropping my face into my hands. Was I really taking this way too fast? I mean, I liked him. I really, really liked him. Sisky told me later that his name was Gabe.
I really, really liked Gabe.
Every time I thought of him, I thought of a clean slate. A nice purple slate that I could write all over, one that came with a dry-erase marker. Whereas I thought of Travis as an ink-stained board that only came with a Sharpie.
I turned off the light next to me, sighing again into the darkness. It was only nine o'clock. I fell like a bag of bricks against my bed, blocking all of my thoughts about Travis behind my thoughts about Gabe. My breathing hitched when I said his name out loud.
It was the first time in a week that I had fallen asleep with a smile on my face.
[[about a girl.]]
Author: Cnopbl (posted from writing LJ)
Pairing/band: WilliamxGabe, mentions of past WillxTravis. Side RyanxBrendon, SpencerxJon, and more!
Rating: M, just in case
Summary: William's just getting over his breakup with Travis McCoy. As time passes, he finally gets over it and finds someone new. The only problem with this is that his new love interest is, quite literally, the biggest slut in school --- Gabriel Saporta.
Warnings: whore!Gabe. A very innocent heart-broken Will. Sisky doing the worst best friend job ever. Mentions of, and eventual, sex. Cursing. A whole bunch of teenage angst.
Notes: This is a story based on the album 'Fast Times at Barrington High' by The Academy Is... It's also my first story in this community... be nice? (Also, I put both Travis' in here --- Travis McCoy is referred to as Trav, Travis Clark just as Travis. Why must there be two of them?)
"Dude. Don't tell me you like him. You better not friggin' like him."
I wasn't paying attention.
"William!"
I jumped, removing my eyes from their object of interest back to my friend. "Relax, Sisky," I mumbled. "I don't like anyone right now. It's too soon for me to like anyone." The small smile creeping up on his lips gave me a reason to frown at him. "Why are you smiling like that?"
"If you don't like him, William, then why are you getting a boner for him?"
I looked down to my thighs, my cheeks growing red. "Don't tell." I tried my best to make my eyes look menacing, when all they did was fill up with tears. For the past six months, the only one I had ever gotten a boner for was Travis, and it broke my heart to think of him again.
"Pssh, I ain't gonna tell no-one, Bill. Now we're even, like that one time I --- "
"I thought the whole reason for us keeping it between us was so that we never talked about it again?" I smiled.
"You're a smartass, Beckett."
"You're just an ass, Siska."
"Touché."
I twisted a lock of my hair against my finger as I stared down at my shoes. I tried to blink the tears away from my eyes as Sisky continued on with his ramble.
"Anyway, Bill, you can't like him. Do you even know who he is? Do you know what he does to people? He's the biggest fuckin' slut in the school, Bill. The king of one-night stands. He uses people just to get in them." Sisky shrugged as he lit another cigarette, offering the box out to me. I shook my head gently.
"Point in question, if you don't want it to end up like you and Trav, you can't date him." I looked up at him, hurt. He made a small face, realizing what he had said, and put an arm around me.
"I'm sorry. Didn't mean it that way." Sisky pulled me closer, ruffling my hair gently. I wanted to push him away, but the goodness in me just couldn't do it. Instead, I buried my face into his sweatshirt.
"I just wanted to be loved, Adam," As soon as I managed in a gasp of air, those words came with it. "It's all I asked for. He couldn't give it to me." I sniffed harder and snuggled myself in, hoping that hiding myself in Sisky's sweatshirt would make the world hide, too. Make it hide, and pray that nobody ever came looking for it.
[[I’m not in love]]
"'Ey, Ryland." Gabe nudged his friend in the shoulder. "Isn't that the kid Trav broke up with?" He itched at his face and adjusted the purple hood on his hair. The other tall male bent in to get a closer look before nodding.
"I think so. Think his name's Beckett." Ryland nodded again. "Little sophomore. Didn't know it was coming. Heard he's really heartbroken. Trav's already got the other Travis with him now." He clicked his tongue, laughing a bit. "No way in Hell is Trav ever gonna take him back."
Gabe scoffed. "If Trav doesn't take him, I might." He twisted his hoodie's drawstring around his tan finger, grinning that wild smile of his.
"No fucking way, dude," Ryland waved his hand as a way to tell Gabe that there would be no mentions of this phenomenon. "You're a senior, and pretty much the biggest slut in the state. You've done it all and more. He's a sophomore, and pretty much the prettiest little virgin in the whole school of Barrington High."
"Wait," Gabe frowned. "How come I get state, and he just gets Barrington?"
"You always miss the point, Gabe," Ryland rolled his eyes. "The point is that somebody like him won't take you. They've all heard your gruesome cock-sucking stories. Unless they want to give up their V-Card, you're pretty much out of the question."
"Who said that he didn't? You don't even know him, Ry. He could be the horniest little bitch you could ever hope to meet." Gabe shrugged.
"No, he can't," Ryland rolled his eyes again.
"Why not?" Gabe hated to be wrong, especially when his friend was trying to prove that he was.
"Because the horniest little bitch I could ever hope to meet is you, Gabriel."
"Fuck you," Gabe rolled his eyes this time. He looked back over to where the two of them were sitting; the Beckett kid and the kid he recognized as Adam Siska. Another senior. A guitarist who smoked and hung around the Beckett kid like a dog. For some reason, Gabe didn't like the way they were attached. He didn't like how close they were, and he wanted it to stop.
The bell interrupted him from doing anything about it, as the two scraped up their beer bottles and tossed them away in the trash.
[[This is not my heart.]]
Sisky had stayed with me for a good five minutes after the bell had rang just to make sure I had stopped crying.
My head was so clogged that I couldn't focus through any of my classes. I could only think of Travis, and every time I did, I found myself staring at my binder that was covered in my tears. I'd had to be excused to the bathroom twice just to get myself together. By the time lunch had rolled around, I was a wreck.
I had buried my face inside my arms, thanking God that my hair was long enough to contribute into the hiding of my reddened cheeks. I drew in a sharp sniff just as someone had poked me in the back.
"Go away." Through the cracks of my voice, there was some waning sternness.
"Bill, it's Ryan," The feminine male pushed a few strands of my hair away. Ryan Ross was in most of my classes, and I knew from the grapevine that he was dating Brendon Urie, a freshman. His hair was fashioned into a sloppy fauxhawk, and the way it was matted told me that he had probably been doing an important deed before deciding to join in my presence.
"Go away," I repeated. "I don't want to talk to anyone right now."
He scoffed at me. "That's obvious. You're secluded over here crying like a wreck." Despite my best efforts to push him away, he ended up taking a chair anyway. Like a dog to its master, Brendon was soon next to him. I scowled at them through my hair.
"Wow, William," The younger boy commented, pulling at his lavender hoodie. "You look like you've been crying lots." I rolled my eyes. Must he sound so childish?
"Crying lotth and being a bitch," Jon Walker, another friend of Ross's who was ridden with a terrible lisp, had joined in the crowding group. The group was growing bigger and bigger by the second, and I just wished that they'd all go away. "You on your period, Beckett?"
I shook my head and buried it in my arms again. I could feel my shoulders shaking as I tried to hold in the returning sobs.
"Leave him alone!" I could hear Sisky's voice through the crowd, and the winces told me that he was fighting his way out through it. Next thing I knew, he had his hands on my shoulders. He started rubbing my back, and I let myself cry again.
"He's going through rough shit right now, and you assholes aren't making it any better!" Sisky went on. "So stop being douche-faggots and leave William alone!"
I felt another hand on my shoulder. This one was harsh, and made me shake harder. The voice coming with it I didn't recognize, either.
"Get the fuck off of him, you whore!" Sisky screamed. "The last thing he wants is to have a cock up his ass, especially yours, which with any luck has about a thousand little bugs all over it."
"For your information, I put on my crab cream this morning," The voice laughed. "So I think I'm good. Anyway, I just wanted to wish this kid here the best of luck. I'm sorry you had to go through that shit, little dude. Trav's a dick," He removed his hand and pushed my hair away, and I could feel Sisky's hands tense up on my back.
"Oh look, he has a face!" The boy clad in purple gave a small yelp of happiness. The hands on my back were now hurting me, and I winced beneath them. I shied away nervously. The purple boy had a friendly face, and I suddenly recognized him through my hazed eyes that he was the boy I was staring at earlier.
And holy Jesus, he was a lot cuter up front.
I could feel my cheeks grow red and my heart leap into my throat. I struggled my way away and closer to the edge of my seat. Ryan, who was still sitting next to me, let out a squeal as I proceeded to almost dump myself in his lap. Not that he could give me any comfort --- hell, the kid didn't have any means of sympathy unless it came to Brendon --- but anything to get away from the kid in purple. Anything.
I vaguely remembered Sisky telling me that this was the boy I needed to stay away from. The school slut. The one who used everyone just to violate them sexually. The one who wanted to get everyone on their knees at his glory. But to me, he didn't seem all that bad.
[[I’m not gonna waste these words]]
Later that night, I was staring straight into my mirror, contemplating things. What was going on here?
I couldn't love him. I didn't fall for bad boys, much less did I fall for whores. I didn't fall fast. I was straight out of a relationship that I still compulsively cried over.
I sighed heavily, dropping my face into my hands. Was I really taking this way too fast? I mean, I liked him. I really, really liked him. Sisky told me later that his name was Gabe.
I really, really liked Gabe.
Every time I thought of him, I thought of a clean slate. A nice purple slate that I could write all over, one that came with a dry-erase marker. Whereas I thought of Travis as an ink-stained board that only came with a Sharpie.
I turned off the light next to me, sighing again into the darkness. It was only nine o'clock. I fell like a bag of bricks against my bed, blocking all of my thoughts about Travis behind my thoughts about Gabe. My breathing hitched when I said his name out loud.
It was the first time in a week that I had fallen asleep with a smile on my face.
[[about a girl.]]