Take A Sad Song And Make It Better, 14
Take A Sad Song and Make It Better
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: R (for language, maybe higher later)
POV: 3rd
Pairing: Multiple
Summary: (sequel to Twenty-Five and Pregnant) Sixteen years ago, Pete and Ashlee had a son. Fifteen years ago, Patrick and Travis had a son. Growing up, they were each other's only friend and being best friends was encouraged. As teenagers, everyone wants to keep the juvenille delinquent away from the nerd, but when the nerd doesnt want to stay away from the bad boy, what are parents to do but hope for the best and be ready to pick up the pieces when everything explodes?
Disclaimer: Yet again, Patrick cant get pregnant to HAVE a son, so this is pointless.
Author's Note: i hope this is the right one again!! Comment, pleez! This chapter is really emotional.
“BAM! A size six! Oh, I’m so good!” Brendon said, beaming as he showed off his ass to Bronx and Spencer, both of who laughed at him “I’m thirty fucking six years old and my ass ROCKS!” he said, looking at it appraisingly in the mirror from different angles.
“So! You’re a size six! I’m a size two.” Bronx said then smirked. “I can get into some size zeros even.” He said.
Spencer snorted. “You’re both male, you know?! Ever thought about men’s pants?” he asked, giving them sharp looks.
Brendon smirked and walked over. “What, are these men’s pants?” he asked, tugging at Spencer’s belt loops. “Methinks these are totally girl-cuts, judging by the way it squishes your dick.” He said, then smirked as he looked down, pulling at the front of Spencer’s pants to look down them. Bronx rolled his eyes, and Spencer slapped his hands away, glaring and blushing.
“Brendon!” he said with a gasp. “Stop!” he said, giggling as Brendon kept pulling his pants away to look down them. “Bren, we’ve got a child with us!” he said, narrowing his eyes at Brendon.
Brendon stood on his toes and kissed is husband. “So? Not like Bronx has never seen a married couple being frisky.” He said, grinning as he tried to look down his pants again. “Why Spencer Smith, no undies?!” he faked a gasp, but smirked. “I like it.” He said.
Spencer glared. “Stop. I’m not being frisky, you are.” He said, then pulled away.
Brendon just shrugged. “Fine, admire my beautiful ass and I’ll just imagine what’s down there, it’s not like I don’t know your boy parts quite intimately.” He said, grinning impishly as Spencer got pinker and pinker.
Bronx laughed. “How do you stand him, Spencer? I can’t believe you MARRIED that! You’ve got to deal with that for the REST of your LIFE!” he said.
Spencer rolled his eyes and fixed Brendon with the patented ‘bitch-face’ that he’d re-perfected in his thirties. “That’s why they invented divorce.” He said, crossing his arms and Brendon pouted at him in the mirror.
“Would you really leave me?” he asked with the biggest puppy eyes and most pouty lips. Even age hadn’t touched Brendon’s ‘sad’ face. “Would you leave THIS?!” he asked, pointing at his ass.
Spencer rolled his eyes but smiled. “God, will you ever grow up?” he asked, smiling a smile that still disarmed people, even if the lines around his eyes had deepened.
Brendon snorted. “Dude, Bronx acts older than I’ll ever be.” He said, and Bronx smiled.
“I don’t act old.” He argued.
Spencer smiled sadly. “Bronx, do you ever go out with your friends?” he asked.
“All the time, I went to a party last night-“
Brendon shook his head. “Friends, not people who get you drunk.” He said.
Bronx sighed. “I don’t have any.” He whispered. “But so what? I totally act my age! I play video games and I’m in the eleventh grade on my homeschooling. I go to shows and shit.” He said.
Spencer snorted. “Bren, he can’t be a normal kid because he’s a celebrity’s child! He’s been homeschooled his whole life.” He said. “That’s almost as bad as religious upbringing! Solitude.” He said.
Brendon cringed. “Better than Jude, he’s already ‘graduated’ high school and he’s fifteen.” He said. “He’s really smart though.” He said. “And he had a boyfriend.” He said. Brendon went to change back into his clothes.
Spencer looked at Bronx. “Dude, why don’t you and Jude talk anymore?” he asked.
Bronx rolled his eyes. “I’m so tired of people freaking out over me and Jude not hanging out.” He said, shaking his head. He looked up. “I’m a crazy teenager suffering from depression, insomnia, and depressive realism.” He said. “Jude McCoy is my best friend and I’ve always been a bad influence. People have said since I was fourteen and got brought home by the cops for walking down the interstate that I’m a delinquent and I was ruining his life, and after in nearly got him date-raped by a man nearly your age, I’m through! People flip out, but I’m just protecting him.” He snorted. “Why make someone else think I’m a failure?!” he asked, huffing. “I’m just a worthless piece of shit. I wish everybody would just give up and leave me alone.” He said.
Brendon came out, gaping, having heard everything. “What’s happened to you?” he asked, walking over to Bronx, who had a shocked Spencer standing in front of him.
Bronx’s eyes were filled with tears. “I don’t deserve people.” He said softly. “I’m tired of my dad crying because I’m turning out like him. I’m already hurting my dad, I don’t want to hurt anybody else, and the only way I can do that is to get everybody out of my life.” He said, then turned and ran away from them. Spencer and Brendon both ran after him, finally catching up to him outside the shoe store, only to have him throw himself at Brendon, who held him looking shocked as he cried. Brendon bit his lip and held Bronx, rubbing his back.
“Spence… call Pete… tell him we need to talk when we get home.” He said, then rubbed Bronx’s back. “B, we’re gonna go home, okay?” he asked, and Bronx nodded, whimpering.
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Bronx was shut down, curled around his knees when they got back to his house. He got up and went inside without speaking. Pete and Ashlee both threw questions at Brendon and Spencer, but Bronx ignored them and went to his room. Ashlee tried to follow him but he turned. “Mom go away.” He said, then slammed and locked the door in her face.
Ashlee rushed back to the living room only to see Pete pacing and ranting while Spencer stood leaning against the door casing, arms cross and an appraising look on his face while Brendon just looked hopeless as he watched Pete. “What the hell happened?” Ashlee demanded. “My son is in his room crying, I want answers.” She said.
Brendon threw up his hands. “I KEEP TELLING PETE! I DON’T KNOW!” he said, and Spencer put his hand on Brendon’s arm, calming him down. “Ashlee, I swear I don’t know what’s up. I was in the dressing room trying on some jeans-“
Spencer spoke up. “I asked him why he doesn’t talk to Jude and he just blew up! He went from what I gather was ‘I’m tired of this question’ to ‘I don’t deserve anything’ and he just ran away crying and we had to chase him down.” He said.
Ashlee sighed. “Jesus Christ, is he EVER going to get over this shit?!” she cried in frustration, and Pete frowned at her.
“Ashlee, he’s not gonna just ‘get over’ anything. Well, over Jude, yeah, I figured he’d be over that by now, it’s been months, but he also said that he’s felt that way forever, so who knows, maybe he’s not just imagining that, but his depression isn’t going to just go away, Ash.” He said. “He doesn’t sleep about as bad as me if not worse. I know he has nightmares because I walked into his room one night cause I was up and wanted to see if he was and he was thrashing around and crying in his sleep. I had to wake him up and he just sat there crying.” He said, and she winced. “I don’t know what to do. He’s alone in his head.” Pete said, pacing. “I have a feeling that he’s been depressed since he was fourteen and realized he was gay, and I can’t take this.” He said. “I was older than him and my depression was like… deep down, not constant.” He said. “I didn’t get obvious about my depression until my twenties when shit kept happening and when people noticed, I was already so far gone I BARELY remember it anymore.” He said. “My sixteen year old son is lost in his own head every minute of every day!” he said.
Ashlee sighed. “It’s Jude, Pete, you’re problems were because that woman was screwing with your mind-“
Pete cut her off. “It’s not just Jude. Yeah, being sixteen and so in love with someone you’d rather hurt yourself and see them hurt can’t be easy or good for him, but it’s got to be more than that.” He said, sighing.
Brendon gasped. “Bronx is WHAT?!” he asked.
Ashlee nodded, sitting down heavily. “He admitted to Pete that he realized he’s gay when he was fourteen and came to understand that what he felt for Jude was love, and he says he’s pretty much been in love with Jude his whole life.” She explained. “That’s why he doesn’t talk to him. He and Jude were at a party and Jude got drunk and Bronx blames himself for leaving him alone, so after that he told Jude he never wants to see him again. Jude knows its bullshit, and he keeps trying to get back into Bronx’s life, but Bronx won’t let him.” She said.
Pete nodded. “Patrick told him everything except that Bronx is in love with him.” He said. “I don’t know if you heard, but when Jude mentioned thinking about breaking up with his little boyfriend, he said something that lead Bronx to believe that his boyfriend had tried to force him to go farther than he wanted, and Bronx nearly strangled the poor boy.” He said. “Bronx wants Jude out of his life so he’s not ‘ruining the most important thing in the world’ as he puts it, but dear God, if Jude needs help, Bronx comes running.” He said, shaking his head.
Ashlee sighed and shook her head sadly. “Not long ago Jude called him crying and Bronx literally ran out of the house to go over and comfort him.”
Spencer looked up. “Pete, he needs help.” He said, and they all flinched, knowing what it meant. “I met you when you were at the most fucked up point. I don’t want to see that kid ever in the situation you were in.” he said seriously.
Pete looked at Ashlee, who nodded sadly. He sighed. “Okay, we’ll take him to a doctor, but NO medication. That shit nearly destroyed me and EVERYBODY knows what it does to children. Even what they say is safe isn’t safe.” He said, and Ashlee nodded.
“You get to tell him.” Ashlee said and he sighed, not looking forward to THAT conversation.
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Pete walked into the kitchen, and as expected, Bronx was sitting at the counter with a brownie and milk. “B… we need to talk.” Pete said, and Bronx sighed, but nodded.
“I’m sorry I freaked out today.” He whispered.
Pete just looked at him. “Bronx… your mother and I… we think you need help.” He said softly.
Bronx snorted. “Yeah right, ‘help.” He made a face.
“Bronx, we’re taking you to a doctor.” Pete said and Bronx froze, blinking at him. “I promise, no medications, I won’t let them do that to you.” Pete said quickly, and then sighed. “But just… something’s wrong.” He said. “You’re getting worse than I was and the only time I was really really sick was when I was on the medications.” He said. “I just… I can’t watch you hurt anymore.” He said, voice cracking.
Bronx sighed. “Dad, please. I don’t want to talk to anybody. I know what’s wrong-“
“Obviously you don’t or else it wouldn’t be wrong!” Pete said quickly, voice strained. “Just… is it drugs?” he asked seriously. “If its drugs I’ll get you help. I swear, I’ll do anything for you, Bronx.” He said. “I just… I know how it feels to hate yourself and I don’t like knowing you ever felt that way.” He said, eyes brimming with tears. “Please, just- let me help!” Pete cried, and Bronx sighed, watching one fat tear on his father’s cheeks. “I love you so much, B.” he whispered.
Bronx hugged Pete, sniffling himself when Pete clung to him. “Dad, I love you too, I promise.” He said, then sighed. “I’ll go, but don’t count on me getting better.” He whispered.
Pete whimpered. “You have to get better. I’ll do anything, Bronx. Whatever you need, I’ll give it. If I don’t have it, I’ll find it. Anything to keep you from ending up like me.” He cried, holding him close. “I can’t do this anymore, I can’t watch you hurt.” He cried. “Nothing has ever hurt worse than knowing exactly what hating yourself feels like… and watching the most precious thing you ever had hating himself.” He whimpered. Bronx just closed his eyes and sighed, letting his father hold him and cry, wondering how to tell him he didn’t want to be loved and didn’t deserve to get better.
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: R (for language, maybe higher later)
POV: 3rd
Pairing: Multiple
Summary: (sequel to Twenty-Five and Pregnant) Sixteen years ago, Pete and Ashlee had a son. Fifteen years ago, Patrick and Travis had a son. Growing up, they were each other's only friend and being best friends was encouraged. As teenagers, everyone wants to keep the juvenille delinquent away from the nerd, but when the nerd doesnt want to stay away from the bad boy, what are parents to do but hope for the best and be ready to pick up the pieces when everything explodes?
Disclaimer: Yet again, Patrick cant get pregnant to HAVE a son, so this is pointless.
Author's Note: i hope this is the right one again!! Comment, pleez! This chapter is really emotional.
“BAM! A size six! Oh, I’m so good!” Brendon said, beaming as he showed off his ass to Bronx and Spencer, both of who laughed at him “I’m thirty fucking six years old and my ass ROCKS!” he said, looking at it appraisingly in the mirror from different angles.
“So! You’re a size six! I’m a size two.” Bronx said then smirked. “I can get into some size zeros even.” He said.
Spencer snorted. “You’re both male, you know?! Ever thought about men’s pants?” he asked, giving them sharp looks.
Brendon smirked and walked over. “What, are these men’s pants?” he asked, tugging at Spencer’s belt loops. “Methinks these are totally girl-cuts, judging by the way it squishes your dick.” He said, then smirked as he looked down, pulling at the front of Spencer’s pants to look down them. Bronx rolled his eyes, and Spencer slapped his hands away, glaring and blushing.
“Brendon!” he said with a gasp. “Stop!” he said, giggling as Brendon kept pulling his pants away to look down them. “Bren, we’ve got a child with us!” he said, narrowing his eyes at Brendon.
Brendon stood on his toes and kissed is husband. “So? Not like Bronx has never seen a married couple being frisky.” He said, grinning as he tried to look down his pants again. “Why Spencer Smith, no undies?!” he faked a gasp, but smirked. “I like it.” He said.
Spencer glared. “Stop. I’m not being frisky, you are.” He said, then pulled away.
Brendon just shrugged. “Fine, admire my beautiful ass and I’ll just imagine what’s down there, it’s not like I don’t know your boy parts quite intimately.” He said, grinning impishly as Spencer got pinker and pinker.
Bronx laughed. “How do you stand him, Spencer? I can’t believe you MARRIED that! You’ve got to deal with that for the REST of your LIFE!” he said.
Spencer rolled his eyes and fixed Brendon with the patented ‘bitch-face’ that he’d re-perfected in his thirties. “That’s why they invented divorce.” He said, crossing his arms and Brendon pouted at him in the mirror.
“Would you really leave me?” he asked with the biggest puppy eyes and most pouty lips. Even age hadn’t touched Brendon’s ‘sad’ face. “Would you leave THIS?!” he asked, pointing at his ass.
Spencer rolled his eyes but smiled. “God, will you ever grow up?” he asked, smiling a smile that still disarmed people, even if the lines around his eyes had deepened.
Brendon snorted. “Dude, Bronx acts older than I’ll ever be.” He said, and Bronx smiled.
“I don’t act old.” He argued.
Spencer smiled sadly. “Bronx, do you ever go out with your friends?” he asked.
“All the time, I went to a party last night-“
Brendon shook his head. “Friends, not people who get you drunk.” He said.
Bronx sighed. “I don’t have any.” He whispered. “But so what? I totally act my age! I play video games and I’m in the eleventh grade on my homeschooling. I go to shows and shit.” He said.
Spencer snorted. “Bren, he can’t be a normal kid because he’s a celebrity’s child! He’s been homeschooled his whole life.” He said. “That’s almost as bad as religious upbringing! Solitude.” He said.
Brendon cringed. “Better than Jude, he’s already ‘graduated’ high school and he’s fifteen.” He said. “He’s really smart though.” He said. “And he had a boyfriend.” He said. Brendon went to change back into his clothes.
Spencer looked at Bronx. “Dude, why don’t you and Jude talk anymore?” he asked.
Bronx rolled his eyes. “I’m so tired of people freaking out over me and Jude not hanging out.” He said, shaking his head. He looked up. “I’m a crazy teenager suffering from depression, insomnia, and depressive realism.” He said. “Jude McCoy is my best friend and I’ve always been a bad influence. People have said since I was fourteen and got brought home by the cops for walking down the interstate that I’m a delinquent and I was ruining his life, and after in nearly got him date-raped by a man nearly your age, I’m through! People flip out, but I’m just protecting him.” He snorted. “Why make someone else think I’m a failure?!” he asked, huffing. “I’m just a worthless piece of shit. I wish everybody would just give up and leave me alone.” He said.
Brendon came out, gaping, having heard everything. “What’s happened to you?” he asked, walking over to Bronx, who had a shocked Spencer standing in front of him.
Bronx’s eyes were filled with tears. “I don’t deserve people.” He said softly. “I’m tired of my dad crying because I’m turning out like him. I’m already hurting my dad, I don’t want to hurt anybody else, and the only way I can do that is to get everybody out of my life.” He said, then turned and ran away from them. Spencer and Brendon both ran after him, finally catching up to him outside the shoe store, only to have him throw himself at Brendon, who held him looking shocked as he cried. Brendon bit his lip and held Bronx, rubbing his back.
“Spence… call Pete… tell him we need to talk when we get home.” He said, then rubbed Bronx’s back. “B, we’re gonna go home, okay?” he asked, and Bronx nodded, whimpering.
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Bronx was shut down, curled around his knees when they got back to his house. He got up and went inside without speaking. Pete and Ashlee both threw questions at Brendon and Spencer, but Bronx ignored them and went to his room. Ashlee tried to follow him but he turned. “Mom go away.” He said, then slammed and locked the door in her face.
Ashlee rushed back to the living room only to see Pete pacing and ranting while Spencer stood leaning against the door casing, arms cross and an appraising look on his face while Brendon just looked hopeless as he watched Pete. “What the hell happened?” Ashlee demanded. “My son is in his room crying, I want answers.” She said.
Brendon threw up his hands. “I KEEP TELLING PETE! I DON’T KNOW!” he said, and Spencer put his hand on Brendon’s arm, calming him down. “Ashlee, I swear I don’t know what’s up. I was in the dressing room trying on some jeans-“
Spencer spoke up. “I asked him why he doesn’t talk to Jude and he just blew up! He went from what I gather was ‘I’m tired of this question’ to ‘I don’t deserve anything’ and he just ran away crying and we had to chase him down.” He said.
Ashlee sighed. “Jesus Christ, is he EVER going to get over this shit?!” she cried in frustration, and Pete frowned at her.
“Ashlee, he’s not gonna just ‘get over’ anything. Well, over Jude, yeah, I figured he’d be over that by now, it’s been months, but he also said that he’s felt that way forever, so who knows, maybe he’s not just imagining that, but his depression isn’t going to just go away, Ash.” He said. “He doesn’t sleep about as bad as me if not worse. I know he has nightmares because I walked into his room one night cause I was up and wanted to see if he was and he was thrashing around and crying in his sleep. I had to wake him up and he just sat there crying.” He said, and she winced. “I don’t know what to do. He’s alone in his head.” Pete said, pacing. “I have a feeling that he’s been depressed since he was fourteen and realized he was gay, and I can’t take this.” He said. “I was older than him and my depression was like… deep down, not constant.” He said. “I didn’t get obvious about my depression until my twenties when shit kept happening and when people noticed, I was already so far gone I BARELY remember it anymore.” He said. “My sixteen year old son is lost in his own head every minute of every day!” he said.
Ashlee sighed. “It’s Jude, Pete, you’re problems were because that woman was screwing with your mind-“
Pete cut her off. “It’s not just Jude. Yeah, being sixteen and so in love with someone you’d rather hurt yourself and see them hurt can’t be easy or good for him, but it’s got to be more than that.” He said, sighing.
Brendon gasped. “Bronx is WHAT?!” he asked.
Ashlee nodded, sitting down heavily. “He admitted to Pete that he realized he’s gay when he was fourteen and came to understand that what he felt for Jude was love, and he says he’s pretty much been in love with Jude his whole life.” She explained. “That’s why he doesn’t talk to him. He and Jude were at a party and Jude got drunk and Bronx blames himself for leaving him alone, so after that he told Jude he never wants to see him again. Jude knows its bullshit, and he keeps trying to get back into Bronx’s life, but Bronx won’t let him.” She said.
Pete nodded. “Patrick told him everything except that Bronx is in love with him.” He said. “I don’t know if you heard, but when Jude mentioned thinking about breaking up with his little boyfriend, he said something that lead Bronx to believe that his boyfriend had tried to force him to go farther than he wanted, and Bronx nearly strangled the poor boy.” He said. “Bronx wants Jude out of his life so he’s not ‘ruining the most important thing in the world’ as he puts it, but dear God, if Jude needs help, Bronx comes running.” He said, shaking his head.
Ashlee sighed and shook her head sadly. “Not long ago Jude called him crying and Bronx literally ran out of the house to go over and comfort him.”
Spencer looked up. “Pete, he needs help.” He said, and they all flinched, knowing what it meant. “I met you when you were at the most fucked up point. I don’t want to see that kid ever in the situation you were in.” he said seriously.
Pete looked at Ashlee, who nodded sadly. He sighed. “Okay, we’ll take him to a doctor, but NO medication. That shit nearly destroyed me and EVERYBODY knows what it does to children. Even what they say is safe isn’t safe.” He said, and Ashlee nodded.
“You get to tell him.” Ashlee said and he sighed, not looking forward to THAT conversation.
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Pete walked into the kitchen, and as expected, Bronx was sitting at the counter with a brownie and milk. “B… we need to talk.” Pete said, and Bronx sighed, but nodded.
“I’m sorry I freaked out today.” He whispered.
Pete just looked at him. “Bronx… your mother and I… we think you need help.” He said softly.
Bronx snorted. “Yeah right, ‘help.” He made a face.
“Bronx, we’re taking you to a doctor.” Pete said and Bronx froze, blinking at him. “I promise, no medications, I won’t let them do that to you.” Pete said quickly, and then sighed. “But just… something’s wrong.” He said. “You’re getting worse than I was and the only time I was really really sick was when I was on the medications.” He said. “I just… I can’t watch you hurt anymore.” He said, voice cracking.
Bronx sighed. “Dad, please. I don’t want to talk to anybody. I know what’s wrong-“
“Obviously you don’t or else it wouldn’t be wrong!” Pete said quickly, voice strained. “Just… is it drugs?” he asked seriously. “If its drugs I’ll get you help. I swear, I’ll do anything for you, Bronx.” He said. “I just… I know how it feels to hate yourself and I don’t like knowing you ever felt that way.” He said, eyes brimming with tears. “Please, just- let me help!” Pete cried, and Bronx sighed, watching one fat tear on his father’s cheeks. “I love you so much, B.” he whispered.
Bronx hugged Pete, sniffling himself when Pete clung to him. “Dad, I love you too, I promise.” He said, then sighed. “I’ll go, but don’t count on me getting better.” He whispered.
Pete whimpered. “You have to get better. I’ll do anything, Bronx. Whatever you need, I’ll give it. If I don’t have it, I’ll find it. Anything to keep you from ending up like me.” He cried, holding him close. “I can’t do this anymore, I can’t watch you hurt.” He cried. “Nothing has ever hurt worse than knowing exactly what hating yourself feels like… and watching the most precious thing you ever had hating himself.” He whimpered. Bronx just closed his eyes and sighed, letting his father hold him and cry, wondering how to tell him he didn’t want to be loved and didn’t deserve to get better.