OC Fic, For Every Good Memory (2/5)
Title : For Every Good Memory
Author : Helen C.
Rating : I'd say R (M) for language, but of course, I suck at rating stuff.
Summary : Ryan's relationship with his brother was too complicated to talk about -- a series of five drabbles that are *way* too long to actually be called drabbles, so perhaps I should say, a series of five *very* short stories.
Spoilers : Everything up to The Dearly Beloved.
Disclaimer : The characters and the universe were created and are owned by Josh Schwartz. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Eternal gratitude to joey51 for her help on this.
For Every Good Memory II
"Trey, please..."
"For fuck's sake, Ryan, let it go already."
Ryan swallowed past the lump in his throat and tried to control his breathing. He hyperventilated sometimes, when he got upset, and it always pissed Trey off. Now wasn't the time to "act like a girl," as Trey kept saying.
"That guy is weird," Ryan tried to explain. "That guy" being Steve, the latest of Dawn's boyfriends, and the creepiest yet. Ryan didn't like that he kept finding Steve in his room when he woke up at night; he didn't like the way Steve's hand lingered on his hair sometimes; he didn't like the way Steve stroked his cheek when Dawn and Trey weren't looking; he didn't like Steve's eyes; he didn't like Steve, period.
Trey snapped. "And that's why I'm leaving." He sighed and looked at Ryan. "You'd do the same thing if you were in my shoes." He stuffed two more T-shirts in his backpack, mumbling, "What am I saying, of course you wouldn't. Always so fucking noble, always busy saving someone." He turned his gaze to Ryan, who tried to hide his fear under a mask of indifference. "Toughen up, bro," Trey said, shouldering the backpack and making his way out of the room.
Making his way out of the house.
Leaving Ryan alone.
***
Seven hours later, Ryan threw a fistful of dirt on Theresa's window, hoping she would hear him.
When Theresa opened her window, Ryan looked at her and tried to smile.
He hadn't stopped shaking since his mom had made it home half an hour earlier, just in time to go to her room and pass out. As soon as he had seen that Dawn was unconscious, Steve had motioned for Ryan to come near him, and when Ryan had warily complied, Steve had pulled him into a hug, squeezing his shoulders gently. Then his hands had travelled down Ryan's back, and when they had been about three inches from his ass, Ryan had snapped, pulled back and kicked Steve in the balls as hard as he could before making a dash for the door, never turning back.
Theresa took one look at Ryan and motioned him in. He tried to be quiet, but he must have made some noise, because there was a short knock on the door and Arturo entered. He didn't say anything upon seeing Ryan in his sister's bedroom, and Ryan deduced he must look as pathetic as he felt.
"What happened?" Theresa asked, making him sit on her bed.
Ryan shivered. "Trey left."
"Ryan…"
"And I don't like Steve."
"You don't like any of your mom's boyfriends," Theresa muttered, putting a hand on his shoulder. Ryan flinched away from her so quickly he almost fell off the bed.
"Sorry," he said, feeling oddly out of breath.
Theresa's face hardened. She knew what kind of scumbags Dawn brought home. Ryan knew that she'd put two and two together.
He smiled nervously, trying to relax.
"Why did Trey leave?" she asked.
"Because of Steve."
"And he left you alone?" she exclaimed.
Ryan shivered and clenched his fists. "I can't go home." As he thought about what Steve's reaction was likely to be, Ryan felt the blood drain from his face. "Steve would kill me."
Arturo shot him a worried look. "Stay here," he said. "I'll clear it with ma."
He left and Ryan wrapped his arms around himself. He flinched again when Theresa put her arms around him but she ignored his reaction, making him lie down. She was still holding him, and he was still shivering when he fell asleep.
Part Three
Author : Helen C.
Rating : I'd say R (M) for language, but of course, I suck at rating stuff.
Summary : Ryan's relationship with his brother was too complicated to talk about -- a series of five drabbles that are *way* too long to actually be called drabbles, so perhaps I should say, a series of five *very* short stories.
Spoilers : Everything up to The Dearly Beloved.
Disclaimer : The characters and the universe were created and are owned by Josh Schwartz. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Eternal gratitude to joey51 for her help on this.
For Every Good Memory II
"Trey, please..."
"For fuck's sake, Ryan, let it go already."
Ryan swallowed past the lump in his throat and tried to control his breathing. He hyperventilated sometimes, when he got upset, and it always pissed Trey off. Now wasn't the time to "act like a girl," as Trey kept saying.
"That guy is weird," Ryan tried to explain. "That guy" being Steve, the latest of Dawn's boyfriends, and the creepiest yet. Ryan didn't like that he kept finding Steve in his room when he woke up at night; he didn't like the way Steve's hand lingered on his hair sometimes; he didn't like the way Steve stroked his cheek when Dawn and Trey weren't looking; he didn't like Steve's eyes; he didn't like Steve, period.
Trey snapped. "And that's why I'm leaving." He sighed and looked at Ryan. "You'd do the same thing if you were in my shoes." He stuffed two more T-shirts in his backpack, mumbling, "What am I saying, of course you wouldn't. Always so fucking noble, always busy saving someone." He turned his gaze to Ryan, who tried to hide his fear under a mask of indifference. "Toughen up, bro," Trey said, shouldering the backpack and making his way out of the room.
Making his way out of the house.
Leaving Ryan alone.
***
Seven hours later, Ryan threw a fistful of dirt on Theresa's window, hoping she would hear him.
When Theresa opened her window, Ryan looked at her and tried to smile.
He hadn't stopped shaking since his mom had made it home half an hour earlier, just in time to go to her room and pass out. As soon as he had seen that Dawn was unconscious, Steve had motioned for Ryan to come near him, and when Ryan had warily complied, Steve had pulled him into a hug, squeezing his shoulders gently. Then his hands had travelled down Ryan's back, and when they had been about three inches from his ass, Ryan had snapped, pulled back and kicked Steve in the balls as hard as he could before making a dash for the door, never turning back.
Theresa took one look at Ryan and motioned him in. He tried to be quiet, but he must have made some noise, because there was a short knock on the door and Arturo entered. He didn't say anything upon seeing Ryan in his sister's bedroom, and Ryan deduced he must look as pathetic as he felt.
"What happened?" Theresa asked, making him sit on her bed.
Ryan shivered. "Trey left."
"Ryan…"
"And I don't like Steve."
"You don't like any of your mom's boyfriends," Theresa muttered, putting a hand on his shoulder. Ryan flinched away from her so quickly he almost fell off the bed.
"Sorry," he said, feeling oddly out of breath.
Theresa's face hardened. She knew what kind of scumbags Dawn brought home. Ryan knew that she'd put two and two together.
He smiled nervously, trying to relax.
"Why did Trey leave?" she asked.
"Because of Steve."
"And he left you alone?" she exclaimed.
Ryan shivered and clenched his fists. "I can't go home." As he thought about what Steve's reaction was likely to be, Ryan felt the blood drain from his face. "Steve would kill me."
Arturo shot him a worried look. "Stay here," he said. "I'll clear it with ma."
He left and Ryan wrapped his arms around himself. He flinched again when Theresa put her arms around him but she ignored his reaction, making him lie down. She was still holding him, and he was still shivering when he fell asleep.
Part Three