Let's Get These Teen Hearts Beating (Chapter 6)
Title: Let's Get these Teen Hearts Beating
Author: libbykay
Rating: PG-13
Pairing:Rydon
POV: 3rd, Ryan's
Summary: Ryan's mother is a famous author. Brendon's father is a preacher. The two boys are thrown into each other's lives by way of a school project, but they continue to see each other long after the project is done.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ryan Ross or Brendon Urie. All the other characters are my own. This story is fiction.
Beta: cds1990
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Ryan had never been more nervous about going to school. He hoped Cory wouldn't notice anything as they left the apartment on Wednesday morning, and he was practically trembling at the thought of seeing Brendon in Spanish class.
But Ryan didn't have to wait until Spanish class to see Brendon. He had only just arrived at school, and was opening his locker to put some books away, when he saw out of the corner of his eye a shorter, dark-haired figure approaching him.
"Hey."
Ryan turned to look at Brendon. His throat felt very tight, and it was all he could do to choke out, "Hi."
"Sorry I cut out so suddenly yesterday," said Brendon. There was something strange about his demeanor - not entirely secure, but not uncomfortable either. "I didn't really want leave that early, but I have a really strict mom, y' know."
Ryan nodded - although he didn't actually know what it was like to have a strict parent - and felt the knot in his throat tighten. Did Brendon really mean it when he said he hadn't wanted to leave?
"I mean, I hated to leave without finishing...that episode," Brendon went on, the faintest trace of a blush appearing on his cheeks. "'Cause it was a really good...episode."
"Yeah," said Ryan slowly. Is he saying what I think he's saying? he thought.
"I really would have liked to know how it ended," said Brendon, his eyes boring intensely into Ryan.
Ryan swallowed. "Well, you have seen it before," he said quietly.
"What? Oh, yeah." This time, Brendon's cheeks definitely flushed red. "But what I really wanted to know was...what did you think of it?"
Ryan couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from turning up. "I thought it was really good."
"Yeah?" Brendon's eyes lit up. "Good..."
Ryan nodded. For a few seconds, they just looked at each other, in a somewhat awkward silence; then Brendon appeared to snap suddenly back to reality.
"Well, I've gotta go," he said, starting to back away. "I promised I'd meet a friend before class."
Brendon turned around, and as Ryan watched his retreating back, the meaning of that whole conversation seemed to hit him like a ton of bricks, and he found himself calling after Brendon.
"Do you want to come over again today?" he blurted out. "We could...you know...watch the next disc."
Brendon's face broke into a grin. "Yeah, sure," he said. "Meet me by my car after school?"
"Okay...but do you mind giving Cory a ride, too? She and I usually walk home together."
"Sure, no problem."
After that, Ryan's mood was unusually bright for the rest of the day. As the end of the school day grew nearer, his excitement mounted. He was so happy, he almost forgot to feel nervous.
Cory was a bit confused about why Brendon was giving them a ride home, but she didn't ask any questions. When they arrived at the apartment, Ryan saw something that lifted his spirits even higher: his mother was no longer lost in her writing daze. She was still sitting at the kitchen table with her laptop, but she wasn't typing anymore, and when Ryan, Cory, and Brendon entered, she actually looked up and greeted them.
"Mom, do you remember Brendon?" Ryan asked doubtfully.
Her brow furrowed. "Should I?"
Ryan laughed and shook his head. "Not really. You were here when he came over yesterday, but you weren't here here."
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Brendon."
Ryan couldn't help but notice that the smile his mother gave Brendon looked forced. On second thought, she didn't look happy at all.
"How's the writing going?" he asked, already anticipating the answer.
"Not well," his mother answered glumly. "I was in the zone for so long...but now I've hit a road block, and I just don't know how to get past it."
"Do you want to talk it out?" asked Cory, as she took a soda out of the refrigerator.
"No, thanks," sighed Antonia. "I just need to think. "Do you guys mind keeping it down for a few hours? I'd really appreciate it..."
"Sure," said Ryan. "We can watch TV in my room, where it won't distract you."
"Thanks, honey."
Ryan led Brendon to his bedroom, now feeling definitely nervous. It wasn't as though Brendon had never been in Ryan's room before - but now that they had kissed, everything was different. And to top it off, the most convenient place to sit and watch the television, was on Ryan's bed. Ryan didn't even know what to do with himself as he put the disc into the DVD player and took a seat next to Brendon on the carefully made bed.
At first, they sat at the foot of the bed, with their legs dangling off the edge. But as the first episode went on, they gradually moved backwards, until they were leaning on the array of pillows propped against the headboard, and they had taken off their shoes so they could spread their legs out on the bed. Ryan was acutely aware of the fact that there was a mere inch of space separating him from Brendon, and he found it very hard to concentrate on Dollhouse when all he could think about was closing that gap.
When the first episode ended, Ryan could feel Brendon's eyes on him, and he turned his head to meet the gaze.
"Hi," said Brendon softly.
"Hi," Ryan said back.
And then they were kissing again. Brendon wrapped his hands around Ryan's face, and Ryan literally felt like he was in heaven. Without even thinking about it, he put his hand on Brendon's waist and pulled him in closer.
Ryan completely lost track of time, but he knew that at some point, Brendon got up onto his knees and - without detaching his lips from Ryan's - straddled the taller boy's lap. Ryan felt Brendon's hands slide under his shirt and come in contact with his bare chest, and he let his own hands travel significantly below Brendon's waist.
When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathing hard. Brendon smiled at Ryan, and ran his hand gently through Ryan's hair. Ryan turned his head toward Brendon's hand, and Brendon's index finger ran down Ryan's face until it reached his lips.
Then Brendon glanced at the clock on Ryan's bedside table, and his eyes widened.
"Shit, I gotta go," he said, jumping off the bed. "Sorry to do this again, but my mom will be pissed if I'm not home soon."
"Okay." Ryan stood up and followed Brendon to the bedroom door.
Before leaving the room, Brendon turned and gave Ryan one last kiss. There was something desperate about the way he pushed his lips onto Ryan's, and the way his hand gripped Ryan's hair. Ryan didn't ever want him to pull away, and he had a feeling that Brendon didn't want to pull away either. But he eventually had to turn and walk out the door, with Ryan behind him.
Ryan said goodbye to Brendon at the front door of the apartment, then went into the kitchen, where his mother was still sitting miserably at her computer. Ryan grabbed a soda and sat down across from her.
"So, what's the problem?" he asked curiously. He hoped his mother wouldn't noticed that his face was still rather flushed, his hair disheveled.
Antonia looked at him morosely. "It's Gregory Parlond again," she said. "He's a very difficult man."
"I thought we already figured out the Gregory Parlond thing?" Ryan asked.
His mother sighed. "You helped me realize that he's gay, and that's the reason why he rejects Helen's advances, even after he's declared a free man, thanks to her. But now the question is, how does he tell her that he's gay? She managed to get him acquitted without even knowing his alibi, but now she wants him to tell her what it was. She says it's the least he could do to thank her, and she's right. But how is he supposed to tell her, after having known her for so long, that at the time of the murder he was in a motel room with another man?"
Ryan looked down. He ran his finger around the rim of his soda can, and bit his lip. He had a feeling that by the end of this rant, his mother had really been talking to herself, but he responded anyway.
"Well," he said slowly, without looking up. "Maybe he could say that...for all his life, he knew he was different from other people, but he didn't know why. He watched as other people made connections with each other, and he wondered why he had never felt that way about anyone. He wanted to have that kind of connection, but he just never could. He was starting to feel like he was broken, like he would never get to feel that way... And then someone came along who changed everything. He finally felt just like everyone else, and he knew that love wasn't a myth, and it wasn't beyond his reach - it had just taken him a while to find it. And it happened that the person who made him feel complete was another man, but at that point, he didn't care. He had found happiness, and he wasn't giving it up for anything."
He glanced up at his mother. She was watching him, her expression unreadable. They stared at each other in silence for almost a whole minute. Then Antonia turned back to her computer and began to type.
"You know, Ryan," she said as she typed, "I sometimes think you would make a really great writer."
Ryan stared at her. "Mom," he said, somewhat shocked. "You got what that meant, right? I mean...you know what that was about?"
His mom looked at him. "Of course I do, Ryan," she said softly.
Ryan swallowed. "Did you...already know?"
She smiled, reached across the table, and ruffled his hair. "A mother knows these things," she said mischievously. "Now go away! You've helped me past my road block, now I need to write!"
Ryan smirked and took his soda back to his room. He lay down on the bed, thinking about the things that happened in that very place just minutes ago.
It had felt good to tell his mom the truth - and it had felt even better to have her to take it so well. He thought about Brendon's mother, whom he had never met, but who did not sound like the most easy-going woman. He wondered whether Brendon would tell his mother the truth...but he couldn't bring himself to care very much, because at that moment, nothing could diminish the immense happiness he felt.
Author: libbykay
Rating: PG-13
Pairing:Rydon
POV: 3rd, Ryan's
Summary: Ryan's mother is a famous author. Brendon's father is a preacher. The two boys are thrown into each other's lives by way of a school project, but they continue to see each other long after the project is done.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ryan Ross or Brendon Urie. All the other characters are my own. This story is fiction.
Beta: cds1990
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Ryan had never been more nervous about going to school. He hoped Cory wouldn't notice anything as they left the apartment on Wednesday morning, and he was practically trembling at the thought of seeing Brendon in Spanish class.
But Ryan didn't have to wait until Spanish class to see Brendon. He had only just arrived at school, and was opening his locker to put some books away, when he saw out of the corner of his eye a shorter, dark-haired figure approaching him.
"Hey."
Ryan turned to look at Brendon. His throat felt very tight, and it was all he could do to choke out, "Hi."
"Sorry I cut out so suddenly yesterday," said Brendon. There was something strange about his demeanor - not entirely secure, but not uncomfortable either. "I didn't really want leave that early, but I have a really strict mom, y' know."
Ryan nodded - although he didn't actually know what it was like to have a strict parent - and felt the knot in his throat tighten. Did Brendon really mean it when he said he hadn't wanted to leave?
"I mean, I hated to leave without finishing...that episode," Brendon went on, the faintest trace of a blush appearing on his cheeks. "'Cause it was a really good...episode."
"Yeah," said Ryan slowly. Is he saying what I think he's saying? he thought.
"I really would have liked to know how it ended," said Brendon, his eyes boring intensely into Ryan.
Ryan swallowed. "Well, you have seen it before," he said quietly.
"What? Oh, yeah." This time, Brendon's cheeks definitely flushed red. "But what I really wanted to know was...what did you think of it?"
Ryan couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from turning up. "I thought it was really good."
"Yeah?" Brendon's eyes lit up. "Good..."
Ryan nodded. For a few seconds, they just looked at each other, in a somewhat awkward silence; then Brendon appeared to snap suddenly back to reality.
"Well, I've gotta go," he said, starting to back away. "I promised I'd meet a friend before class."
Brendon turned around, and as Ryan watched his retreating back, the meaning of that whole conversation seemed to hit him like a ton of bricks, and he found himself calling after Brendon.
"Do you want to come over again today?" he blurted out. "We could...you know...watch the next disc."
Brendon's face broke into a grin. "Yeah, sure," he said. "Meet me by my car after school?"
"Okay...but do you mind giving Cory a ride, too? She and I usually walk home together."
"Sure, no problem."
After that, Ryan's mood was unusually bright for the rest of the day. As the end of the school day grew nearer, his excitement mounted. He was so happy, he almost forgot to feel nervous.
Cory was a bit confused about why Brendon was giving them a ride home, but she didn't ask any questions. When they arrived at the apartment, Ryan saw something that lifted his spirits even higher: his mother was no longer lost in her writing daze. She was still sitting at the kitchen table with her laptop, but she wasn't typing anymore, and when Ryan, Cory, and Brendon entered, she actually looked up and greeted them.
"Mom, do you remember Brendon?" Ryan asked doubtfully.
Her brow furrowed. "Should I?"
Ryan laughed and shook his head. "Not really. You were here when he came over yesterday, but you weren't here here."
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Brendon."
Ryan couldn't help but notice that the smile his mother gave Brendon looked forced. On second thought, she didn't look happy at all.
"How's the writing going?" he asked, already anticipating the answer.
"Not well," his mother answered glumly. "I was in the zone for so long...but now I've hit a road block, and I just don't know how to get past it."
"Do you want to talk it out?" asked Cory, as she took a soda out of the refrigerator.
"No, thanks," sighed Antonia. "I just need to think. "Do you guys mind keeping it down for a few hours? I'd really appreciate it..."
"Sure," said Ryan. "We can watch TV in my room, where it won't distract you."
"Thanks, honey."
Ryan led Brendon to his bedroom, now feeling definitely nervous. It wasn't as though Brendon had never been in Ryan's room before - but now that they had kissed, everything was different. And to top it off, the most convenient place to sit and watch the television, was on Ryan's bed. Ryan didn't even know what to do with himself as he put the disc into the DVD player and took a seat next to Brendon on the carefully made bed.
At first, they sat at the foot of the bed, with their legs dangling off the edge. But as the first episode went on, they gradually moved backwards, until they were leaning on the array of pillows propped against the headboard, and they had taken off their shoes so they could spread their legs out on the bed. Ryan was acutely aware of the fact that there was a mere inch of space separating him from Brendon, and he found it very hard to concentrate on Dollhouse when all he could think about was closing that gap.
When the first episode ended, Ryan could feel Brendon's eyes on him, and he turned his head to meet the gaze.
"Hi," said Brendon softly.
"Hi," Ryan said back.
And then they were kissing again. Brendon wrapped his hands around Ryan's face, and Ryan literally felt like he was in heaven. Without even thinking about it, he put his hand on Brendon's waist and pulled him in closer.
Ryan completely lost track of time, but he knew that at some point, Brendon got up onto his knees and - without detaching his lips from Ryan's - straddled the taller boy's lap. Ryan felt Brendon's hands slide under his shirt and come in contact with his bare chest, and he let his own hands travel significantly below Brendon's waist.
When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathing hard. Brendon smiled at Ryan, and ran his hand gently through Ryan's hair. Ryan turned his head toward Brendon's hand, and Brendon's index finger ran down Ryan's face until it reached his lips.
Then Brendon glanced at the clock on Ryan's bedside table, and his eyes widened.
"Shit, I gotta go," he said, jumping off the bed. "Sorry to do this again, but my mom will be pissed if I'm not home soon."
"Okay." Ryan stood up and followed Brendon to the bedroom door.
Before leaving the room, Brendon turned and gave Ryan one last kiss. There was something desperate about the way he pushed his lips onto Ryan's, and the way his hand gripped Ryan's hair. Ryan didn't ever want him to pull away, and he had a feeling that Brendon didn't want to pull away either. But he eventually had to turn and walk out the door, with Ryan behind him.
Ryan said goodbye to Brendon at the front door of the apartment, then went into the kitchen, where his mother was still sitting miserably at her computer. Ryan grabbed a soda and sat down across from her.
"So, what's the problem?" he asked curiously. He hoped his mother wouldn't noticed that his face was still rather flushed, his hair disheveled.
Antonia looked at him morosely. "It's Gregory Parlond again," she said. "He's a very difficult man."
"I thought we already figured out the Gregory Parlond thing?" Ryan asked.
His mother sighed. "You helped me realize that he's gay, and that's the reason why he rejects Helen's advances, even after he's declared a free man, thanks to her. But now the question is, how does he tell her that he's gay? She managed to get him acquitted without even knowing his alibi, but now she wants him to tell her what it was. She says it's the least he could do to thank her, and she's right. But how is he supposed to tell her, after having known her for so long, that at the time of the murder he was in a motel room with another man?"
Ryan looked down. He ran his finger around the rim of his soda can, and bit his lip. He had a feeling that by the end of this rant, his mother had really been talking to herself, but he responded anyway.
"Well," he said slowly, without looking up. "Maybe he could say that...for all his life, he knew he was different from other people, but he didn't know why. He watched as other people made connections with each other, and he wondered why he had never felt that way about anyone. He wanted to have that kind of connection, but he just never could. He was starting to feel like he was broken, like he would never get to feel that way... And then someone came along who changed everything. He finally felt just like everyone else, and he knew that love wasn't a myth, and it wasn't beyond his reach - it had just taken him a while to find it. And it happened that the person who made him feel complete was another man, but at that point, he didn't care. He had found happiness, and he wasn't giving it up for anything."
He glanced up at his mother. She was watching him, her expression unreadable. They stared at each other in silence for almost a whole minute. Then Antonia turned back to her computer and began to type.
"You know, Ryan," she said as she typed, "I sometimes think you would make a really great writer."
Ryan stared at her. "Mom," he said, somewhat shocked. "You got what that meant, right? I mean...you know what that was about?"
His mom looked at him. "Of course I do, Ryan," she said softly.
Ryan swallowed. "Did you...already know?"
She smiled, reached across the table, and ruffled his hair. "A mother knows these things," she said mischievously. "Now go away! You've helped me past my road block, now I need to write!"
Ryan smirked and took his soda back to his room. He lay down on the bed, thinking about the things that happened in that very place just minutes ago.
It had felt good to tell his mom the truth - and it had felt even better to have her to take it so well. He thought about Brendon's mother, whom he had never met, but who did not sound like the most easy-going woman. He wondered whether Brendon would tell his mother the truth...but he couldn't bring himself to care very much, because at that moment, nothing could diminish the immense happiness he felt.