So, warmingweather made a post today about eggbabies that students have to nurture in health class and the like. Teenagers thrown together to raise an egg/have a fake marriage for a few weeks
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eh, why not :) ryan/brendonmrs_weasley_xxApril 14 2008, 23:27:59 UTC
It's as Brendon adds googly eyes and glues yarn onto the small white egg when Ryan realizes that he should probably just kill himself and get it all over with, because obviously the next few weeks will be torturous. This is clearly part of Mrs. Anderson's grand scheme to not only get back at Ryan for constantly questioning her motives ("But why are you skipping t.s. eliot? Why did you go straight to Emily Dickinson, when we've read like, fifty of her poems? Why are you skipping all the good stuff? Why are you looking at me like that?") but also to finally get rid of him for good. He glances over at Mrs. Anderson's desk - she has an insane-looking sadistic grin on her face that actually makes Ryan's skin crawl. He looks back at Brendon (who's adding the finishing touches to the egg's pink bow) and decides that, yeah, the best way to go is to suffocate himself using that pile of yarn over there, or swallow enough of the glue to maybe poison himself.
Brendon picks up the egg and practically shoves it in Ryan's face, saying, "Look! I beautified her, Ross. I think we'll call her Angelique MariamVanessaPetePatrickJonSpencerBrendonRyan Urie-Ross. But all the cool kids will refer to her as A.M.V.P.P.J.S.B.R. Urie-Ross."
He blinks. Then opens his mouth to speak. "I -" He stops and scratches his head. "Urie-Ross?"
"Well, duh," Brendon says, rolling his eyes and placing A.M.V.P.P.J.S.B.R. on the desk. "OB-viously we can't have a child out of wedlock, so we'll have to get married before you start showing. Oh, did I mention you're the mom? Because you're the mom."
"I -" He blinks again. "Why am I the mom?"
Brendon grins and runs his hand across Ryan's hand, tracing his fingers. "Because you have such pretty hands."
Ryan hates it, but he actually shivers. He tries to say something else -- maybe "you're a fucking idiot," or, "my hands are not pretty," or maybe even, "well I think that name is shit," but all he can do is say: "Oh."
Brendon toys with Ryan's fingers and asks, "So, what do you think about a beach wedding?"
Ryan can't even think straight, but at the last minute he decides that maybe he won't kill himself -- not today, anyway. Things might get interesting.
Brendon picks up the egg and practically shoves it in Ryan's face, saying, "Look! I beautified her, Ross. I think we'll call her Angelique MariamVanessaPetePatrickJonSpencerBrendonRyan Urie-Ross. But all the cool kids will refer to her as A.M.V.P.P.J.S.B.R. Urie-Ross."
He blinks. Then opens his mouth to speak. "I -" He stops and scratches his head. "Urie-Ross?"
"Well, duh," Brendon says, rolling his eyes and placing A.M.V.P.P.J.S.B.R. on the desk. "OB-viously we can't have a child out of wedlock, so we'll have to get married before you start showing. Oh, did I mention you're the mom? Because you're the mom."
"I -" He blinks again. "Why am I the mom?"
Brendon grins and runs his hand across Ryan's hand, tracing his fingers. "Because you have such pretty hands."
Ryan hates it, but he actually shivers. He tries to say something else -- maybe "you're a fucking idiot," or, "my hands are not pretty," or maybe even, "well I think that name is shit," but all he can do is say: "Oh."
Brendon toys with Ryan's fingers and asks, "So, what do you think about a beach wedding?"
Ryan can't even think straight, but at the last minute he decides that maybe he won't kill himself -- not today, anyway. Things might get interesting.
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