Life at the Decay Academy (Part Five)
Part four!!
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Author's Ramblings: Hey there! Myself, conversekilljoy and mothertruckin have actually had the time to write this together, so we're extremely happy right now. We honestly thought we'd give up by this point. Well, life goes on! So, get on with it, read the product of our twisted, combined imaginations :)
P.S. (conversekilljoy): I would like anyone who reads this to look at a lovely friend of mine blood0nmyhands who has read the first part of our story, probably the first to do so :) Thanks a lot!! xx
Authors: conversekilljoy and mothertruckin
Pairings: Ryden, Frerard, Joncer, Peterick, Gabilliam (students, unsure of any others)
P.O.V: Switches throughout, 1st.
Disclaimer: No characters are owned by us, not ours blah blah blah... (I wish)
Summary: The Decay Academy for Boys is no ordinary place. The teachers are sometimes more like kids, the boys learn about music in EVERY lesson, and some of the teachers have also been hiding a few secrets...
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Patrick's P.O.V.
"Right guys, you know this! Just try to remember!" I'm pleading at the blank faced zombies who I teach for a living. What in God's name convinced me to do so, who knows? Possibly Pete. Or Vicky T, when she went through that 'Slave 'o' Pete' stage. Ah, such good memories.
The kids stare vacantly back at me, not caring about who Prince is. Seriously? Gah, children these days.
"Sir?" A chubby child raises his hand, smiling and cheerful. Finally, a hope for this generation! Oh thank sweet Jesus! "Yeah kid, shoot!" I grin, hopeful that he isn't asking to go to the bathroom.
"Mr Stump, are you talking about Michael Jackson?" Oh. Well, I have officially given up on children. They will have to live with the noise that is Justin Bieber and JL freaking S. Huh, and I had so hoped...
"No." I sigh, "Just turn to the composing section of your notes, all of you. At least your musical talent is better than your knowledge of legends. Just... write me something that sounds like a decent punk song." I walk away from the white board to my messy desk. What hope is there in the world of music? How will they musicians of today survive if the children do not understand their influences? I sip my coffee and put it down again. Man, how did it go cold in three minutes?
I'm heating up my coffee when I notice something outside the window. What is tha- Okay, why is Pete on the roof? And is he holding a tro-
I suddenly start to feel dizzy at the sight of the brass instrument that Pete has in his hands. Oh, that can't be- why is Pete smiling like that? I start rubbing my wrists, like I've had something on them. What? What's going on?
"Uh, Mr Stump?" I ignore the question of Chubby and stagger to a desk. Oh man, oh man, oh man! I think I'm gonna....
Bang!
Pete's P.O.V.
I see Patrick drop like a leaf, the kids open mouthed and staring.
"Yes!" I yell, grabbing the trombone and running to my office window which leads up here.
Works like a charm. And now, to work.
Brendon's P.O.V.
Bang! "Sir! Sir, are you okay Mr Stump?" I hear kids shouting in the music room above me, sounding a bit distressed. What the hell? What happened to Patrick?
"Guys, just a minute." I tell the kids on the stage to stop, The play ceases and we listen. Nothing. I get up and walk to the door, where I look outside. What could have happened to 'Trick? Has he died? Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod! He can't die! He didn't get to see the cute mini couple me and Ryan are putting together! Or the first prom, or Ray's amazing little Candle Salads in the cafeteria today (Which are gonna taste AWESOME!!!!) He's going to miss everything! No, Patrick, no...
Woah! I see Pete running along the roof of the main school building, opposite the creative arts block where I am now. And he's carrying what looks like a-
Oh sweet mother of Jesus. Crap, crap, CRAP!
I shoot around to the kids on the stage. They look startled. I point and shout to two of them, who happen to be Mini me and Baby Ryan. Hey, if Patrick's gonna die via rape of Pete Wentz, he'll want his rescue team to be gay and be a turning point in their relationship. "Baby Me and Ryan Child, with me NOW!" I yell at them, knowing that they will follow their not crazy drama teacher beyond the edge of the Earth. If I made it worth their while.
Once I'm half way up the stairs they catch up with me, breathless. "Brendon, what are we doing?" Mini Ry asks, clearly more interested in Lil' Bren's red cheeks. And the only reason I know this is because mine do the same. This child is like my clone.
"We're going to save Patrick and potentially fifteen other children from Pete. And I need you two for a very special reason." I turn to face them, going up a few steps to feel tall when I kneel down and put a hand on either of their shoulders. "You two are the only gay boys in the class, I'm aware you've noticed that?" They nod, with uncertainty in their eyes. Well, the only gays in class... half of the lesson was spent arguing about who got to wear the tiara from the costume box.
I won.
"Good." I smile, "Now, if Pete comes to see two gay, attractive young boys such as yourselves, he'll hopefully be unconscious long enough for us to get Patrick out and to the teacher's lounge. Now, you guys think you can distract him?" I am such a good match-maker. What with my subtle, excited grin and unnoticeable twitch.
"Yeah, I think so." Mini Ry says quizzically.
"Me too." Lil' Bren smiles.
"Not good enough. Let's see your gay acting boys!"
They both stare at me as if I'm mad. Mad as rabbits, by the looks of it. But I see the smile playing with Baby B's lips and the glint in Ryan Child's amber eyes. "C'mon, we're all homosexuals here!" I hold out my arms, willing them on. They look at each other, and then entwine their fingers. Sweet. But enough to put Pete off...
"Good start, but knock it up a notch " Baby Bren lets go of Lil' Ry's hand, and puts his arm around his skinny waist, pulling him close and grabbing his left hand. Mini Ryan plays with Bren Jr's hair. Great. This does me fine, but I think I'll go one better. You know, for their sake. The closer they get, the faster I will earn my reward from Ryan. Hmm....
"Excellent, but I think we'll need to do something a bit more... here." I grab the boys by their shoulders, hurrying because I hear the noise Pete makes whenever he knows Patrick is in a room unconscious. "Baby Bren, sit against the wall with your legs outstretched and slightly apart, like when you're eating chocolate ice cream, sitting on your bed and watching Bridget Jones."
Jones "... How'd you know?"
"Because that's what I do on Friday nights, now sit." He obeys, arms helplessly by his sides. "Good. Now, Lil' Ry," I pull the older boy towards Baby Bren, "Sit in his lap, your legs in between his, and play with his left hand. BB, right arm around his waist." When I see my creation, I feel like I deserve an Oscar. Wow, they look just like me and Ryro. Aww.
"Brilliant you guys! Now, stay there. I'll be five minutes." Fort five minutes, to give them some peace. Screw Pete. "If Pete still isn't on the floor, Ry Jr, play with Baby Bren's hair. If that doesn't work, then, um. Can I trust you two to kiss in the name of Patrick?" I bite my lip, expecting my plan to fall apart. Instead, the eager nods take me by surprise. Yay!
"Wonderful. Now, he will fall at that hurdle, I promise. and you guys ever need a favour you come to me and Ryan, okay? Excellent!" I rush inside, actually remembering that Patrick collapsed. When I see him on the floor, the kids gathered around, I rush towards his unconscious body. " 'Trick! 'Trick, are you alright?" I yell at the blonde man on the floor. When I stop hyperventilating and realise he's still breathing, I tell the kids to shut up so I can hear the conversation outside. Go team Ryden Jr!
I hear Lil' Ry speak first. "Hey Mr Wentz! You okay?"
"Yeah, boys, aren't you meant to be in class?" I can almost taste the sleaze in Pete's voice.
Lil' Bren speaks up. "Well, Mr Urie let us off, He figured that our minds needed a rest so we didn't creatively burn out, you know?"
"Hmm, I guess so. Now, excuse me, Patrick and myself have a little, uh, business to take care of." I hold my breath, quietly willing my two fairy soldiers on.
"Wait!" Lil' B pipes, "Uh, Mr Wentz, um, I wanted to share a special moment with this beautiful boy here, and I want you to tell me if it's okay, because I really like him, and he doesn't know, well, now that I've told him, he does, but I get really happy when I'm with him and-"
"Oh shut up and kiss me!" Baby Ryan cries and I hear Pete gasp, before a crash on the floor. Wow, my boys can act. Now, they will get to be like this in real life. It's the only way.
I walk out an hour later, Patrick in my arms, and kids in pursuit The two are still cuddling but I don't want to push it. I turn to them, seeing Baby Bren asleep in Lil' R's arms. Aww. I motion for them to join us, but BR shakes his head, with a grin he can't keep from his face. I nod, and whisper "When he wakes up, kiss his nose." and I carry the knocked out Patrick over an unconscious Pete. Finally, I have set someone up successfully!
And I have to tell Vicky T that Pete's office is empty. She'll get the spy stuff before parent's meet next week.
I look over my shoulder again, to see Baby Ryan stroking Lil' Bren's hair, whilst LB smiles sweetly in his sleep when Baby Ry kisses him softly on the lips.
Yep, they'll be fine. Absolutely perfect.
Part Six here!
Masterpost
Author's Ramblings: Hey there! Myself, conversekilljoy and mothertruckin have actually had the time to write this together, so we're extremely happy right now. We honestly thought we'd give up by this point. Well, life goes on! So, get on with it, read the product of our twisted, combined imaginations :)
P.S. (conversekilljoy): I would like anyone who reads this to look at a lovely friend of mine blood0nmyhands who has read the first part of our story, probably the first to do so :) Thanks a lot!! xx
Authors: conversekilljoy and mothertruckin
Pairings: Ryden, Frerard, Joncer, Peterick, Gabilliam (students, unsure of any others)
P.O.V: Switches throughout, 1st.
Disclaimer: No characters are owned by us, not ours blah blah blah... (I wish)
Summary: The Decay Academy for Boys is no ordinary place. The teachers are sometimes more like kids, the boys learn about music in EVERY lesson, and some of the teachers have also been hiding a few secrets...
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Patrick's P.O.V.
"Right guys, you know this! Just try to remember!" I'm pleading at the blank faced zombies who I teach for a living. What in God's name convinced me to do so, who knows? Possibly Pete. Or Vicky T, when she went through that 'Slave 'o' Pete' stage. Ah, such good memories.
The kids stare vacantly back at me, not caring about who Prince is. Seriously? Gah, children these days.
"Sir?" A chubby child raises his hand, smiling and cheerful. Finally, a hope for this generation! Oh thank sweet Jesus! "Yeah kid, shoot!" I grin, hopeful that he isn't asking to go to the bathroom.
"Mr Stump, are you talking about Michael Jackson?" Oh. Well, I have officially given up on children. They will have to live with the noise that is Justin Bieber and JL freaking S. Huh, and I had so hoped...
"No." I sigh, "Just turn to the composing section of your notes, all of you. At least your musical talent is better than your knowledge of legends. Just... write me something that sounds like a decent punk song." I walk away from the white board to my messy desk. What hope is there in the world of music? How will they musicians of today survive if the children do not understand their influences? I sip my coffee and put it down again. Man, how did it go cold in three minutes?
I'm heating up my coffee when I notice something outside the window. What is tha- Okay, why is Pete on the roof? And is he holding a tro-
I suddenly start to feel dizzy at the sight of the brass instrument that Pete has in his hands. Oh, that can't be- why is Pete smiling like that? I start rubbing my wrists, like I've had something on them. What? What's going on?
"Uh, Mr Stump?" I ignore the question of Chubby and stagger to a desk. Oh man, oh man, oh man! I think I'm gonna....
Bang!
Pete's P.O.V.
I see Patrick drop like a leaf, the kids open mouthed and staring.
"Yes!" I yell, grabbing the trombone and running to my office window which leads up here.
Works like a charm. And now, to work.
Brendon's P.O.V.
Bang! "Sir! Sir, are you okay Mr Stump?" I hear kids shouting in the music room above me, sounding a bit distressed. What the hell? What happened to Patrick?
"Guys, just a minute." I tell the kids on the stage to stop, The play ceases and we listen. Nothing. I get up and walk to the door, where I look outside. What could have happened to 'Trick? Has he died? Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod! He can't die! He didn't get to see the cute mini couple me and Ryan are putting together! Or the first prom, or Ray's amazing little Candle Salads in the cafeteria today (Which are gonna taste AWESOME!!!!) He's going to miss everything! No, Patrick, no...
Woah! I see Pete running along the roof of the main school building, opposite the creative arts block where I am now. And he's carrying what looks like a-
Oh sweet mother of Jesus. Crap, crap, CRAP!
I shoot around to the kids on the stage. They look startled. I point and shout to two of them, who happen to be Mini me and Baby Ryan. Hey, if Patrick's gonna die via rape of Pete Wentz, he'll want his rescue team to be gay and be a turning point in their relationship. "Baby Me and Ryan Child, with me NOW!" I yell at them, knowing that they will follow their not crazy drama teacher beyond the edge of the Earth. If I made it worth their while.
Once I'm half way up the stairs they catch up with me, breathless. "Brendon, what are we doing?" Mini Ry asks, clearly more interested in Lil' Bren's red cheeks. And the only reason I know this is because mine do the same. This child is like my clone.
"We're going to save Patrick and potentially fifteen other children from Pete. And I need you two for a very special reason." I turn to face them, going up a few steps to feel tall when I kneel down and put a hand on either of their shoulders. "You two are the only gay boys in the class, I'm aware you've noticed that?" They nod, with uncertainty in their eyes. Well, the only gays in class... half of the lesson was spent arguing about who got to wear the tiara from the costume box.
I won.
"Good." I smile, "Now, if Pete comes to see two gay, attractive young boys such as yourselves, he'll hopefully be unconscious long enough for us to get Patrick out and to the teacher's lounge. Now, you guys think you can distract him?" I am such a good match-maker. What with my subtle, excited grin and unnoticeable twitch.
"Yeah, I think so." Mini Ry says quizzically.
"Me too." Lil' Bren smiles.
"Not good enough. Let's see your gay acting boys!"
They both stare at me as if I'm mad. Mad as rabbits, by the looks of it. But I see the smile playing with Baby B's lips and the glint in Ryan Child's amber eyes. "C'mon, we're all homosexuals here!" I hold out my arms, willing them on. They look at each other, and then entwine their fingers. Sweet. But enough to put Pete off...
"Good start, but knock it up a notch " Baby Bren lets go of Lil' Ry's hand, and puts his arm around his skinny waist, pulling him close and grabbing his left hand. Mini Ryan plays with Bren Jr's hair. Great. This does me fine, but I think I'll go one better. You know, for their sake. The closer they get, the faster I will earn my reward from Ryan. Hmm....
"Excellent, but I think we'll need to do something a bit more... here." I grab the boys by their shoulders, hurrying because I hear the noise Pete makes whenever he knows Patrick is in a room unconscious. "Baby Bren, sit against the wall with your legs outstretched and slightly apart, like when you're eating chocolate ice cream, sitting on your bed and watching Bridget Jones."
Jones "... How'd you know?"
"Because that's what I do on Friday nights, now sit." He obeys, arms helplessly by his sides. "Good. Now, Lil' Ry," I pull the older boy towards Baby Bren, "Sit in his lap, your legs in between his, and play with his left hand. BB, right arm around his waist." When I see my creation, I feel like I deserve an Oscar. Wow, they look just like me and Ryro. Aww.
"Brilliant you guys! Now, stay there. I'll be five minutes." Fort five minutes, to give them some peace. Screw Pete. "If Pete still isn't on the floor, Ry Jr, play with Baby Bren's hair. If that doesn't work, then, um. Can I trust you two to kiss in the name of Patrick?" I bite my lip, expecting my plan to fall apart. Instead, the eager nods take me by surprise. Yay!
"Wonderful. Now, he will fall at that hurdle, I promise. and you guys ever need a favour you come to me and Ryan, okay? Excellent!" I rush inside, actually remembering that Patrick collapsed. When I see him on the floor, the kids gathered around, I rush towards his unconscious body. " 'Trick! 'Trick, are you alright?" I yell at the blonde man on the floor. When I stop hyperventilating and realise he's still breathing, I tell the kids to shut up so I can hear the conversation outside. Go team Ryden Jr!
I hear Lil' Ry speak first. "Hey Mr Wentz! You okay?"
"Yeah, boys, aren't you meant to be in class?" I can almost taste the sleaze in Pete's voice.
Lil' Bren speaks up. "Well, Mr Urie let us off, He figured that our minds needed a rest so we didn't creatively burn out, you know?"
"Hmm, I guess so. Now, excuse me, Patrick and myself have a little, uh, business to take care of." I hold my breath, quietly willing my two fairy soldiers on.
"Wait!" Lil' B pipes, "Uh, Mr Wentz, um, I wanted to share a special moment with this beautiful boy here, and I want you to tell me if it's okay, because I really like him, and he doesn't know, well, now that I've told him, he does, but I get really happy when I'm with him and-"
"Oh shut up and kiss me!" Baby Ryan cries and I hear Pete gasp, before a crash on the floor. Wow, my boys can act. Now, they will get to be like this in real life. It's the only way.
I walk out an hour later, Patrick in my arms, and kids in pursuit The two are still cuddling but I don't want to push it. I turn to them, seeing Baby Bren asleep in Lil' R's arms. Aww. I motion for them to join us, but BR shakes his head, with a grin he can't keep from his face. I nod, and whisper "When he wakes up, kiss his nose." and I carry the knocked out Patrick over an unconscious Pete. Finally, I have set someone up successfully!
And I have to tell Vicky T that Pete's office is empty. She'll get the spy stuff before parent's meet next week.
I look over my shoulder again, to see Baby Ryan stroking Lil' Bren's hair, whilst LB smiles sweetly in his sleep when Baby Ry kisses him softly on the lips.
Yep, they'll be fine. Absolutely perfect.
Part Six here!