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Title Jigoku Gakuen
Author: deadoralive0013
Pairing: Ryden, a bit of Joncer
Rating: PG13
POV: 3rd
Summary: (High school AU) Ryan just wanted to finish high school and make it to college so he worked (sometimes even odd jobs) to save up. When he transferred to Vegas for his final year, he found out that sometimes, money is the least of one’s worries. Like in his case, it was his face.
Excerpt for this chapter:
“Promise me one thing Ry”
Ryan felt that Spencer was really overreacting but he didn’t say anything and just nodded. “Anything”
“Avoid Brendon Urie. At all cost. Don’t talk to him, don’t sit with him, don’t even make eye contact with him,” Spencer said looking at him straight in the eye.
Warnings: Beware. Overused plot. Beware. Straight guy turning gay. Beware!
Beta: myself (and not very well done)
Disclaimer: I own the plot but nothing else
Notes: At the end of each chapter
1
Summer time in Vegas had always been hot. One would think that the people would choose to stay indoors and away from the sun’s harsh rays but it was summer and apparently the cancerous radiation wasn’t enough to keep them in their houses. At least the younger ones stayed out, making sure that they got the best of the remaining days of their summer vacation before school resumed in a week.
A boy in white V-neck shirt and dark jeans glared at the bright sun as he took off his dark blue newsboy cap to wipe the sweat from the side of his face. He frowned slightly and swallowed, feeling his throat dry from the heat. Still he managed a small smile and replaced the hat on top of his head. After adjusting his dark vest and brown messenger bag, he took one last glance at the local bookshop where he just stepped out of and proceeded to making his way home. His new home.
“Hey, I’m home,” Ryan called as he entered the small suburban house, closing the wooden door behind him. It was pleasantly cooler inside and he allowed himself to savor the sudden drop of temperature for a moment. He noticed that most of the boxes were stacked in a corner, already empty. Sure enough, the living room now looked like a real living room with all the furniture, vases and picture frames unwrapped and decorating the area. He looked around for any sign of his Aunt Lisa and after a few more moments without response, Ryan decided to look in the backyard. He passed a few more half-unpacked items and boxes on the kitchen table and along the sides of the hallway leading to the backyard.
“Are you out there?” Ryan called as he poked his head out into the yard.
He heard a soft brushing noise before Aunt Lisa’s form came into view from behind an old tree. She smiled as she made her way towards him, hastily brushing her hands against the dirt-laden apron she was wearing. Ryan smiled back.
“I just finished replanting the daisies. Are you hungry?” she asked.
“No, I’m fine. I told you to wait for me before touching those boxes,” he answered with a slightly annoyed tone.
Lisa laughed a little before answering. “It was all easy, really. Besides, I have nothing else to do. Benny is still over at school with Spencer and you, well you were out as well so I figured why not?”
Ryan nodded and walked back into the small kitchen followed by his aunt. “So I can go to that school for real?”
“You have good grades Ry so they will admit you as a scholar. Besides, Benny’s good work record granted you a great tuition subsidy so don’t you worry about it,” she answered fumbling around for the glasses and fetching a pitcher from the fridge.
He nodded again. Ryan had been really worried when they moved to Vegas. Until yesterday, he had been living in Chicago with his Aunt Lisa in a small house that he inherited from his parents when they died in a car accident when he was twelve. He barely remembered them but Ryan clearly recalled feeling so attached to the house that he didn’t want to leave. His aunt and uncle had been very supportive and understanding to him, letting him live there all those years with Aunt Lisa while Uncle Benny and their son Spencer lived in an apartment in Vegas. They came over whenever possible especially during the summer but after Benny got a new house in Vegas last month, the couple decided to move there entirely.
Truthfully, Ryan didn’t want to leave his parents’ house but he knew he was putting his relatives through a difficult set-up. He convinced the couple that he was okay with moving to Vegas saying that he needed to move on with his life and it would be for the best let go of the house. Still, he couldn’t find the courage to sell it. Sure, it was small but it would definitely help his college fund if it got sold. Ryan felt as if it the house held the last remnants of memories of his parents and that losing the house would mean losing those too. The Smiths understood and never questioned him about it. He was very thankful for his kind aunt and uncle who gave him a second family.
“So what were you up to this all afternoon?” Aunt Lisa asked as he poured him a glass of lemonade which he gratefully accepted.
“I got a job at the local bookshop. I was really lucky because I applied just in time. Their storekeeper just quitted yesterday,” he replied quickly and took a large swig of his drink.
Her eyes narrowed at the mention of the word ‘job’. “Maybe their former storekeeper quitted because school is starting next week and he needs to be in school, like yourself,” she answered sharply.
“But--,” Ryan started but she cut her off.
“How do you expect to manage your studies and work? You will need to maintain your good grades if you want to keep your scholarship!”
Ryan slightly choked in his glass. He knew this was going to happen. Oh boy did he see this coming.
“It is a part time job. I’ll be working for just a couple of hours a day after school, four times a week. I can handle it,” he said defensively.
“No. You are going to quit this job right now Ryan Ross. Do you understand?”
Ryan wanted to point out that he hasn’t even begun but decided against it. If there was one thing Ryan learned about Lisa Smith, it was that she always wins in every argument and when she calls you by your full name, you better be waving the white flag. ASAP.
“Well?” she asked apparently waiting for him to give her a formal sign of surrender.
“How about this, I’ll try doing the job for a while and if it gets too difficult I promise I will quit,” Ryan blurted out smiling meekly.
Lisa let out an irritated sigh and glared at him through narrowed eyes.
“Immediately?” he added hopefully.
At that precise moment they both heard the front door swing open and then close, followed by two sets of feet against the wooden floor and the sound of jingling keys. Uncle Benny walked into the kitchen holding an envelop in one hand followed closely by Spencer who went straight to the table and snatched Ryan’s glass.
“The heat outside is murder,” Spencer muttered after downing the contents of the glass.
Ryan laughed lightly while Lisa poured another glass of lemonade for her husband. She was pursing her lips slightly and waited for Benny to take the glass she was offering him.
“You better be ready, Ry. The school director is quite impressed by your school record and he couldn’t wait to have you as a student,” Benny said smiling at Ryan.
Lisa loudly cleared her throat and eyed Ryan meaningfully. He immediately knew what that meant.
“Uncle Benny,” he started.
“Yeah?” his uncle asked as he took a seat in one of the kitchen chairs.
“Well... I kind of found a job at the bookshop-”
“You’re going to work while doing school, Ry?” Spencer interrupted excitedly.
Benny looked carefully at Ryan while Lisa pretended to busy herself with the boxes sitting on her kitchen counter while she muttered noises of disagreement under her breath.
“How come Ryan gets to work while I can’t?” Spencer asked turning to his mother.
“Because you’re in high school hence can’t work,” she replied.
“But so is Ryan!” Spencer argued.
“Yes, so is Ryan, which is why he won’t be working either,” she said as she placed the rest of the mugs in the cabinet. “Right Ben?”
Benny looked at his wife who was waiting for him to agree with her, to Spencer who was looking back at him with his mouth hanging open, to Ryan whose head was directed at the floor while he fidgeted with the hem of his vest. He sighed.
“We’ll talk about this after dinner.”
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The so called ‘talk’ lasted only a few minutes. Despite the numerous protests and Lisa almost losing her voice because she kept clearing her throat throughout, Benny permitted Ryan to work.
“But remember, the slightest drop in your grades or if your aunt notice any sign of exhaustion then you’ll stop working pronto,” his uncle told him seriously and Ryan nodded.
Spencer who had been listening from the hallway walked in with protests of injustice but his mother snapped at him. She seemed to have taken out all her frustration at her failed attempt to keep Ryan from working on her son.
Ryan inwardly smiled. He knew his aunt meant well and it made him feel warm that she treated her like her own son. Uncle Benny listened to him while he explained why he wanted to work. He liked his uncle for treating him like an adult although it was pretty clear that he was also against Ryan working. He tried to reason with him but in the end, they agreed on a strict condition under which Ryan will be allowed to work.
“Thanks Uncle Benny,” Ryan said.
“Well, I could get a loan or something so you wouldn’t have to work. I still have a year to find the money,” his uncle said.
“You’ve done enough for me all these years and I appreciate it, but you just worry about Spence’s college fund,” he said and he meant every word.
Benny looked at him and ruffled his hair fondly while Ryan tried to get away.
“Well you’re still underage. And as long as you’re living in my house, I’ll make sure you don’t go around making decisions you’ll regret.”
“Thanks again.”
“You’re like a son to me Ry. You really don’t have to work if you don’t want to.”
“I’ll be fine. Besides, if I find the schedule too hard then I’ll just dump it all on you,” Ryan said jokingly.
His uncle just laughed shaking his head lightly. “Sure.”
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It took them almost the entire week to settle in the new neighborhood. Lisa had taken upon herself the task of painting the front door and the kitchen and landscaping the backyard. Benny just allowed his wife to do these. She still felt bad about letting Ryan work so instead, she prepared mounds of food every meal time and made sure Ryan got at least two servings of everything.
“You look too skinny I won’t be surprised if the wind knocks you to a tree,” she told him one time while scooping piles of potatoes on his plate.
Ryan didn’t argue. He silently exchanged looks with Spencer who was holding in his laughter from erupting. His mom had been determinedly stuffing Ryan since the talk but he just won’t gain a pound.
The last of summer vacation, Spencer took Ryan around the neighborhood on their bicycles. Despite the heat, they enjoyed riding around while Spencer told him about the notable places to hang out. They bought large cups of smoothies and visited the bookshop where Ryan worked. Dinner was already waiting when they got back but the boys just made it in time.
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Ryan absentmindedly strummed his guitar while sitting on Spencer’s bed. Spencer glanced at him from his seat in front of his computer.
“So are you excited?” Spencer asked.
“About school?” Ryan asked setting the guitar aside, “yeah. A little nervous. Maybe.”
“You’ll be okay Ry. I’ll introduce you to my friends and you’ll fit right in. It’s so cool that we get to spend our last year in high school together,” Spencer said grinning lightly.
“Yeah,” he said returning the smile. Spencer is like a brother to him and he truly enjoyed the times they spent together.
“I have to warn you though. Stick to me and my friends all the time and... uh... Don’t stand out much,” Spencer said hastily before going back to his computer.
“What? What do you mean don’t stand out much?” Ryan asked confused.
Spencer typed for a few moments before turning back to Ryan. “Well, you see there’s this group of mean kids at school. They’ve been sort of ruling the place since I started there and they kind of pick on others who... errmm... they find amusing.”
Ryan snorted and picked up the guitar again. “What, like the new kid?”
Spencer’s eyes grew wide at his cousin’s apparent lack of worry. “Well yeah! The pretty, quiet and grade A transferee!”
Ryan laughed at Spencer’s reaction. “Dude, since when did you learn to stereotype?”
Spencer rolled his eyes and decided to turn fully around to face Ryan. “Since those kids classified the entire student body into a social stereotypical stratification.”
Ryan wasn’t able keep it in any longer. Spencer just glared at him while Ryan laughed out loud.
“Sorry but, seriously man. Social stereotypical stratification?” Ryan managed to say against his laughter.
“Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want Ross. You’ll be thanking me later for giving you the heads up,” he told him seriously.
“Well I’m not going to stand out, Spence. I’m not even pretty. I’m sure these bullies will just pass me up as the nerd transferee who isn’t worth their time,” Ryan said. He didn’t understand why his cousin is acting like people at school will be out to get him.
“You’re kind of are Ry! You have to take this seriously or you’ll be sorry,” Spencer pushed.
Ryan stood and walked over to his cousin. “Hey. Don’t worry okay? I’ll stick to you like an annoying fly until you become sick of my presence.”
Spencer was getting annoyed that Ryan wasn’t taking his warning seriously. If only he knew what these people could do, he wouldn’t be waving Spencer’s warning like it was a joke.
“Promise me one thing Ry”
Ryan felt that Spencer was really overreacting but he didn’t say anything and just nodded. “Anything”
“Avoid Brendon Urie. At all cost. Don’t talk to him, don’t sit with him, don’t even make eye contact with him,” Spencer said looking at him straight in the eye.
“If you haven’t noticed Spence, I’m really good at being invisible. I doubt he’ll even see me. Whoever he is,” Ryan told him.
Spencer rolled his eyes again. “Just promise me!”
“Okay, okay. Jeez Spence. Don’t act like someone’s going to be after my blood or something,” Ryan said standing and picking up the guitar before heading to the door. He muttered a soft ‘good night’ and was gone.
“Close Ry. Really close.”
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NOTES:
SORRY! THIS WAS MEANT TO BE POSTED ON A COMM BUT BECAUSE I AM AN IDIOT AND THUS ACT IDIOTICALLY, I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT HERE. REALLY SORRY... I am writing JG's last paragraphs so that means you can expect an update in a few hours... Peace? :)
Author: deadoralive0013
Pairing: Ryden, a bit of Joncer
Rating: PG13
POV: 3rd
Summary: (High school AU) Ryan just wanted to finish high school and make it to college so he worked (sometimes even odd jobs) to save up. When he transferred to Vegas for his final year, he found out that sometimes, money is the least of one’s worries. Like in his case, it was his face.
Excerpt for this chapter:
“Promise me one thing Ry”
Ryan felt that Spencer was really overreacting but he didn’t say anything and just nodded. “Anything”
“Avoid Brendon Urie. At all cost. Don’t talk to him, don’t sit with him, don’t even make eye contact with him,” Spencer said looking at him straight in the eye.
Warnings: Beware. Overused plot. Beware. Straight guy turning gay. Beware!
Beta: myself (and not very well done)
Disclaimer: I own the plot but nothing else
Notes: At the end of each chapter
1
Summer time in Vegas had always been hot. One would think that the people would choose to stay indoors and away from the sun’s harsh rays but it was summer and apparently the cancerous radiation wasn’t enough to keep them in their houses. At least the younger ones stayed out, making sure that they got the best of the remaining days of their summer vacation before school resumed in a week.
A boy in white V-neck shirt and dark jeans glared at the bright sun as he took off his dark blue newsboy cap to wipe the sweat from the side of his face. He frowned slightly and swallowed, feeling his throat dry from the heat. Still he managed a small smile and replaced the hat on top of his head. After adjusting his dark vest and brown messenger bag, he took one last glance at the local bookshop where he just stepped out of and proceeded to making his way home. His new home.
“Hey, I’m home,” Ryan called as he entered the small suburban house, closing the wooden door behind him. It was pleasantly cooler inside and he allowed himself to savor the sudden drop of temperature for a moment. He noticed that most of the boxes were stacked in a corner, already empty. Sure enough, the living room now looked like a real living room with all the furniture, vases and picture frames unwrapped and decorating the area. He looked around for any sign of his Aunt Lisa and after a few more moments without response, Ryan decided to look in the backyard. He passed a few more half-unpacked items and boxes on the kitchen table and along the sides of the hallway leading to the backyard.
“Are you out there?” Ryan called as he poked his head out into the yard.
He heard a soft brushing noise before Aunt Lisa’s form came into view from behind an old tree. She smiled as she made her way towards him, hastily brushing her hands against the dirt-laden apron she was wearing. Ryan smiled back.
“I just finished replanting the daisies. Are you hungry?” she asked.
“No, I’m fine. I told you to wait for me before touching those boxes,” he answered with a slightly annoyed tone.
Lisa laughed a little before answering. “It was all easy, really. Besides, I have nothing else to do. Benny is still over at school with Spencer and you, well you were out as well so I figured why not?”
Ryan nodded and walked back into the small kitchen followed by his aunt. “So I can go to that school for real?”
“You have good grades Ry so they will admit you as a scholar. Besides, Benny’s good work record granted you a great tuition subsidy so don’t you worry about it,” she answered fumbling around for the glasses and fetching a pitcher from the fridge.
He nodded again. Ryan had been really worried when they moved to Vegas. Until yesterday, he had been living in Chicago with his Aunt Lisa in a small house that he inherited from his parents when they died in a car accident when he was twelve. He barely remembered them but Ryan clearly recalled feeling so attached to the house that he didn’t want to leave. His aunt and uncle had been very supportive and understanding to him, letting him live there all those years with Aunt Lisa while Uncle Benny and their son Spencer lived in an apartment in Vegas. They came over whenever possible especially during the summer but after Benny got a new house in Vegas last month, the couple decided to move there entirely.
Truthfully, Ryan didn’t want to leave his parents’ house but he knew he was putting his relatives through a difficult set-up. He convinced the couple that he was okay with moving to Vegas saying that he needed to move on with his life and it would be for the best let go of the house. Still, he couldn’t find the courage to sell it. Sure, it was small but it would definitely help his college fund if it got sold. Ryan felt as if it the house held the last remnants of memories of his parents and that losing the house would mean losing those too. The Smiths understood and never questioned him about it. He was very thankful for his kind aunt and uncle who gave him a second family.
“So what were you up to this all afternoon?” Aunt Lisa asked as he poured him a glass of lemonade which he gratefully accepted.
“I got a job at the local bookshop. I was really lucky because I applied just in time. Their storekeeper just quitted yesterday,” he replied quickly and took a large swig of his drink.
Her eyes narrowed at the mention of the word ‘job’. “Maybe their former storekeeper quitted because school is starting next week and he needs to be in school, like yourself,” she answered sharply.
“But--,” Ryan started but she cut her off.
“How do you expect to manage your studies and work? You will need to maintain your good grades if you want to keep your scholarship!”
Ryan slightly choked in his glass. He knew this was going to happen. Oh boy did he see this coming.
“It is a part time job. I’ll be working for just a couple of hours a day after school, four times a week. I can handle it,” he said defensively.
“No. You are going to quit this job right now Ryan Ross. Do you understand?”
Ryan wanted to point out that he hasn’t even begun but decided against it. If there was one thing Ryan learned about Lisa Smith, it was that she always wins in every argument and when she calls you by your full name, you better be waving the white flag. ASAP.
“Well?” she asked apparently waiting for him to give her a formal sign of surrender.
“How about this, I’ll try doing the job for a while and if it gets too difficult I promise I will quit,” Ryan blurted out smiling meekly.
Lisa let out an irritated sigh and glared at him through narrowed eyes.
“Immediately?” he added hopefully.
At that precise moment they both heard the front door swing open and then close, followed by two sets of feet against the wooden floor and the sound of jingling keys. Uncle Benny walked into the kitchen holding an envelop in one hand followed closely by Spencer who went straight to the table and snatched Ryan’s glass.
“The heat outside is murder,” Spencer muttered after downing the contents of the glass.
Ryan laughed lightly while Lisa poured another glass of lemonade for her husband. She was pursing her lips slightly and waited for Benny to take the glass she was offering him.
“You better be ready, Ry. The school director is quite impressed by your school record and he couldn’t wait to have you as a student,” Benny said smiling at Ryan.
Lisa loudly cleared her throat and eyed Ryan meaningfully. He immediately knew what that meant.
“Uncle Benny,” he started.
“Yeah?” his uncle asked as he took a seat in one of the kitchen chairs.
“Well... I kind of found a job at the bookshop-”
“You’re going to work while doing school, Ry?” Spencer interrupted excitedly.
Benny looked carefully at Ryan while Lisa pretended to busy herself with the boxes sitting on her kitchen counter while she muttered noises of disagreement under her breath.
“How come Ryan gets to work while I can’t?” Spencer asked turning to his mother.
“Because you’re in high school hence can’t work,” she replied.
“But so is Ryan!” Spencer argued.
“Yes, so is Ryan, which is why he won’t be working either,” she said as she placed the rest of the mugs in the cabinet. “Right Ben?”
Benny looked at his wife who was waiting for him to agree with her, to Spencer who was looking back at him with his mouth hanging open, to Ryan whose head was directed at the floor while he fidgeted with the hem of his vest. He sighed.
“We’ll talk about this after dinner.”
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The so called ‘talk’ lasted only a few minutes. Despite the numerous protests and Lisa almost losing her voice because she kept clearing her throat throughout, Benny permitted Ryan to work.
“But remember, the slightest drop in your grades or if your aunt notice any sign of exhaustion then you’ll stop working pronto,” his uncle told him seriously and Ryan nodded.
Spencer who had been listening from the hallway walked in with protests of injustice but his mother snapped at him. She seemed to have taken out all her frustration at her failed attempt to keep Ryan from working on her son.
Ryan inwardly smiled. He knew his aunt meant well and it made him feel warm that she treated her like her own son. Uncle Benny listened to him while he explained why he wanted to work. He liked his uncle for treating him like an adult although it was pretty clear that he was also against Ryan working. He tried to reason with him but in the end, they agreed on a strict condition under which Ryan will be allowed to work.
“Thanks Uncle Benny,” Ryan said.
“Well, I could get a loan or something so you wouldn’t have to work. I still have a year to find the money,” his uncle said.
“You’ve done enough for me all these years and I appreciate it, but you just worry about Spence’s college fund,” he said and he meant every word.
Benny looked at him and ruffled his hair fondly while Ryan tried to get away.
“Well you’re still underage. And as long as you’re living in my house, I’ll make sure you don’t go around making decisions you’ll regret.”
“Thanks again.”
“You’re like a son to me Ry. You really don’t have to work if you don’t want to.”
“I’ll be fine. Besides, if I find the schedule too hard then I’ll just dump it all on you,” Ryan said jokingly.
His uncle just laughed shaking his head lightly. “Sure.”
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It took them almost the entire week to settle in the new neighborhood. Lisa had taken upon herself the task of painting the front door and the kitchen and landscaping the backyard. Benny just allowed his wife to do these. She still felt bad about letting Ryan work so instead, she prepared mounds of food every meal time and made sure Ryan got at least two servings of everything.
“You look too skinny I won’t be surprised if the wind knocks you to a tree,” she told him one time while scooping piles of potatoes on his plate.
Ryan didn’t argue. He silently exchanged looks with Spencer who was holding in his laughter from erupting. His mom had been determinedly stuffing Ryan since the talk but he just won’t gain a pound.
The last of summer vacation, Spencer took Ryan around the neighborhood on their bicycles. Despite the heat, they enjoyed riding around while Spencer told him about the notable places to hang out. They bought large cups of smoothies and visited the bookshop where Ryan worked. Dinner was already waiting when they got back but the boys just made it in time.
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Ryan absentmindedly strummed his guitar while sitting on Spencer’s bed. Spencer glanced at him from his seat in front of his computer.
“So are you excited?” Spencer asked.
“About school?” Ryan asked setting the guitar aside, “yeah. A little nervous. Maybe.”
“You’ll be okay Ry. I’ll introduce you to my friends and you’ll fit right in. It’s so cool that we get to spend our last year in high school together,” Spencer said grinning lightly.
“Yeah,” he said returning the smile. Spencer is like a brother to him and he truly enjoyed the times they spent together.
“I have to warn you though. Stick to me and my friends all the time and... uh... Don’t stand out much,” Spencer said hastily before going back to his computer.
“What? What do you mean don’t stand out much?” Ryan asked confused.
Spencer typed for a few moments before turning back to Ryan. “Well, you see there’s this group of mean kids at school. They’ve been sort of ruling the place since I started there and they kind of pick on others who... errmm... they find amusing.”
Ryan snorted and picked up the guitar again. “What, like the new kid?”
Spencer’s eyes grew wide at his cousin’s apparent lack of worry. “Well yeah! The pretty, quiet and grade A transferee!”
Ryan laughed at Spencer’s reaction. “Dude, since when did you learn to stereotype?”
Spencer rolled his eyes and decided to turn fully around to face Ryan. “Since those kids classified the entire student body into a social stereotypical stratification.”
Ryan wasn’t able keep it in any longer. Spencer just glared at him while Ryan laughed out loud.
“Sorry but, seriously man. Social stereotypical stratification?” Ryan managed to say against his laughter.
“Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want Ross. You’ll be thanking me later for giving you the heads up,” he told him seriously.
“Well I’m not going to stand out, Spence. I’m not even pretty. I’m sure these bullies will just pass me up as the nerd transferee who isn’t worth their time,” Ryan said. He didn’t understand why his cousin is acting like people at school will be out to get him.
“You’re kind of are Ry! You have to take this seriously or you’ll be sorry,” Spencer pushed.
Ryan stood and walked over to his cousin. “Hey. Don’t worry okay? I’ll stick to you like an annoying fly until you become sick of my presence.”
Spencer was getting annoyed that Ryan wasn’t taking his warning seriously. If only he knew what these people could do, he wouldn’t be waving Spencer’s warning like it was a joke.
“Promise me one thing Ry”
Ryan felt that Spencer was really overreacting but he didn’t say anything and just nodded. “Anything”
“Avoid Brendon Urie. At all cost. Don’t talk to him, don’t sit with him, don’t even make eye contact with him,” Spencer said looking at him straight in the eye.
“If you haven’t noticed Spence, I’m really good at being invisible. I doubt he’ll even see me. Whoever he is,” Ryan told him.
Spencer rolled his eyes again. “Just promise me!”
“Okay, okay. Jeez Spence. Don’t act like someone’s going to be after my blood or something,” Ryan said standing and picking up the guitar before heading to the door. He muttered a soft ‘good night’ and was gone.
“Close Ry. Really close.”
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NOTES:
SORRY! THIS WAS MEANT TO BE POSTED ON A COMM BUT BECAUSE I AM AN IDIOT AND THUS ACT IDIOTICALLY, I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT HERE. REALLY SORRY... I am writing JG's last paragraphs so that means you can expect an update in a few hours... Peace? :)