Classrooms and Hallways
Chapter 2a | 1614 words typed | PG for language and themes
AN: This chapter just kept growing. I was going to finish it like, 500 words ago. It's still not technically finished, but I wanted to get this out there. Part b will probably be slightly shorter and will come erm.. later sometime.
AN2: Still working on Gabilliam and Ryden porn. May be fueled by the idea of SEEING THEM ALL LIVE ON THE SAME DAY.
previous chapter
Brendon turned up to band practice that weekend trailing timidly behind Brent. He was wearing a pair of black glittery drainpipe jeans with a long thing neon-studded belt wrapped twice around his waist, only going through every other belt-loop, and a pale pink shirt depicting the Disney Princesses on the front. His jeans were bunching up slightly at the ankle as they half covered the tops of his pink sneakers. His clear red rimmed glasses peaked out from behind a shaggy black fringe.
"Did you dye your hair?" Ryan said sceptically when he laid his eyes on the other boy, he was sitting on a stool and tuning his guitar. Ryan was sure Brendon's hair had been lighter last time he saw him.
"Um," Brendon scratched behind his ear, "Uh, yeah, I guess." He shrugged, looking at the ground, wanting to slink back out of the room or hoping the ground would swallow him up or something, just to get out from under Ryan's intense stare.
Ryan raised an eyebrow, thinking, this might be harder than I thought.
"Can we like, practice or what?" Spencer piped up from behind the drum kit where he was idly twirling his sticks and resisting throwing them at his best friend and neighbours head.
"Trevor's not here yet," Brent pointed out from where he'd moved to get a snack from the low coffee table and was sitting on the plush sofa.
"He called earlier," Spencer replied, "He has some assignment or something due this week and can't come."
"Oh," Brent said around a mouthful of half-chewed crisps and Ryan threw a pick at him.
"Gross, dude. Get your bass and let's play. Brendon, you right to cover guitar for Trev?"
Brendon turned his attention from the ground at his feet back up to Ryan's face, he still hadn't moved from the doorway, "Oh, um, yeah sure. What are we playing?"
He walked over and sat on the stool near Ryan's unpacking the guitar he'd thought to bring along, just in case. It was just a simple black electric, nothing special, but he'd adorned it with a few glittery stickers and named her Belle, after the Disney Princess. The other boys didn't need to know this however.
Spencer tapped his sticks against the edge of the snare while he was waiting, and Brent got his bass ready.
"You know Asthenia?" Brendon nodded and Ryan started the first few chords, the rest of them catching up quickly.
Band practice went along as band practices go, and Ryan only had to correct Brendon a few times, ignoring the amount of times he stuffed up himself because he was too caught up listening to the dulcet tones of their new singer. Collectively they ignored how painfully bad Brent was playing. Brent and Brendon left at 5pm to go back to Brendon's house and work on their weekend Maths assignment.
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Monday dawned and so did a fresh week of school. Having seen Brendon on the weekend, Ryan decided that he would have to start his plan to corrupt the boy soon. Soon, apparently, meant today, as when he walked into the school, he noticed Brendon laughing happily at something someone had said. He was wearing a lavender hoodie today, girl-fit as usual, over a plain white v-neck shirt and the same sparkling pants he'd worn on the weekend. As Ryan approached the table he noticed something was off about the younger boy's eyes.
"You're wearing eyeliner." He stated incredulously as he slammed his text books down on the table.
Brendon stared at him laughter dying down, wide-eyed and spluttering, "Um. Yes?"
"That's it. Get up." Ryan picked up his books again and grabbed Brendon by the arm when he was standing, dragging him away from Brent's confused look and Spencer's own bemused one. He stopped them at his locker to dump his books before continuing to drag Brendon to the nearby boy's bathroom.
Ryan threw Brendon in roughly and told him to take the eyeliner off, getting some paper towels for him and wetting them when the other boy failed to move.
"Off! Get that fucking shit off your face." Ryan brandished the wet towels in front of Brendon's face.
"Um," Brendon took the paper towels from the slightly taller boy and put them down in the sink, not breaking eye contact, "No? I know what you're trying to do Ross, and it's not going to happen. You can't stop me from being me."
What? Ryan thought, I haven't even started!
Ryan went to voice his thoughts when suddenly there was another pair of lips sliding against his. After a moment of shock his body seemed to start responding on its own accord and he started to kiss back, eyes slipping closed. Ryan got lost in the kiss and when he brought his hand up to card his fingers through the hair of the person kissing him, he found short, soft, boy hair instead of long girl hair and realised where he was and who exactly, was kissing him. He used his hand instead to push Brendon off him and stumbled backwards into the wall, bag bumping into the towel dispenser and pushing him off to the side, into the sinks.
"What the fuck?!"
"I-I-"Brendon stammered and picked up his messenger bag from where it had fallen, racing out of the bathroom as the bell rang for first period.
Ryan stood there in shock, his thoughts conflicting. Deciding to skip English with Brent, he made his way to the Study Hall, making up some excuse to the teacher on duty and sitting in the far corner. Ryan plugged in his iPod and flicked through a few songs before shoving back down into his pocket and getting out a notebook and pen. He tapped the pen thoughtfully against the desk and ignored the annoyed looks of the other people in the room, letting his thoughts take over.
It's not like I don't like guys, I mean, I've had a boyfriend before. But they're usually so different from him, tattoos and baggy pants and just.. not at all like Brendon. Who's all tight jeans and bright colours and clear skin and just so happy all the fucking time. God, I just..
Ryan let his head fall against the desk, lifting it up slightly and rubbing at his forehead when it hit the spiral binding of his notebook. Feeling the beginnings of a headache tugging at his temples, Ryan decided that he might stay here for the day, or maybe skip out and go home, his parents would be out all day and he usually got home before them anyway.
I wonder if Travie wants to go smoke up behind C Block, Ryan thought idly, reaching into his pocket to switch songs, Not that I smoke or anything, but he's always good for a chat when he's high.
The bell rang then, and Ryan's phone went off in his pocket. Not having bothered to put it on vibrate again, Blink-182's The Anthem blared out briefly and he received a glare from the teacher on duty as he made his way out of the room.
were ru? The text read, bdens frkin or sumthin wat hppnd??
The text was from Spencer, so he ignored it, knowing he'd run into the other boy at their lockers. Brendon was with him when he got there, and Ryan rolled his eyes, fiddling with the lock on his locker, but not opening it, figuring he'd skip next period as well.
Spencer glanced between the two and closed his locker, shaking his head.
"I'm going to Algebra, you guys figure whatever out." Spencer hefted his bag up higher onto his shoulder, "Oh yeah, and band meeting at mine after school." And with that, Spencer walked off, but not before glaring at Ryan, a silent message that he should deal with his own shit and not palm it off to someone else like he usually did. Ryan rolled his eyes in response.
"Um," Brendon started, looking at the ground again after having watched Spencer walk off.
"Would you stop saying um every time you open your fucking mouth?" The elder boy snapped, flinging his lock down so it smashed and bounced against the metal of the gray locker.
"I will if you stop swearing so much!" Brendon snapped back, looking up at him.
Ryan returned Brendon's glance with a glare. Brendon huffed and held his gaze steady, not backing down.
The hallway was beginning to get empty, everyone going off to class, when a hand landed on Ryan's shoulder. The boy turned his eyes to the hand and followed the arm up to the grinning face of Gabe Saporta, accompanied by Travie, as usual. This pair had almost gotten Ryan kicked out of school and house last semester, but he still loved them.
"Hey guys," he said, returning Gabe's grin, "This is Brendon."
Gabe looked at the other boy, appraising him.
"Still up to your old tricks, Ry?"
"You know it," Ryan smirked.
Travis piped up then, having been standing there quietly, "Me and Gabanti here were just going out behind C Block, you guys wanna come?"
Brendon's ears perked up, "What's behind C Block?" he questioned.
Ryan laughed and turned back to face Travie, "Yeah, we're coming."
Travis' face broke into a wide smile, showing off grills, and he picked Ryan up, swinging him over his shoulder and started to walk off in the direction of C Block. Gabe laughed and slung his left arm around a confused Brendon's shoulders, guiding him the same way.
Brendon tilted his face up to look at Gabe, "What's behind C Block?" he questioned again.
next chapter
AN III: GABE! TRAVIE!
It's old!Travie, I admit. Pre-getting clean. But he's still cool? I mean c'mon, look at him manhandling Ry like that!
AN: This chapter just kept growing. I was going to finish it like, 500 words ago. It's still not technically finished, but I wanted to get this out there. Part b will probably be slightly shorter and will come erm.. later sometime.
AN2: Still working on Gabilliam and Ryden porn. May be fueled by the idea of SEEING THEM ALL LIVE ON THE SAME DAY.
previous chapter
Brendon turned up to band practice that weekend trailing timidly behind Brent. He was wearing a pair of black glittery drainpipe jeans with a long thing neon-studded belt wrapped twice around his waist, only going through every other belt-loop, and a pale pink shirt depicting the Disney Princesses on the front. His jeans were bunching up slightly at the ankle as they half covered the tops of his pink sneakers. His clear red rimmed glasses peaked out from behind a shaggy black fringe.
"Did you dye your hair?" Ryan said sceptically when he laid his eyes on the other boy, he was sitting on a stool and tuning his guitar. Ryan was sure Brendon's hair had been lighter last time he saw him.
"Um," Brendon scratched behind his ear, "Uh, yeah, I guess." He shrugged, looking at the ground, wanting to slink back out of the room or hoping the ground would swallow him up or something, just to get out from under Ryan's intense stare.
Ryan raised an eyebrow, thinking, this might be harder than I thought.
"Can we like, practice or what?" Spencer piped up from behind the drum kit where he was idly twirling his sticks and resisting throwing them at his best friend and neighbours head.
"Trevor's not here yet," Brent pointed out from where he'd moved to get a snack from the low coffee table and was sitting on the plush sofa.
"He called earlier," Spencer replied, "He has some assignment or something due this week and can't come."
"Oh," Brent said around a mouthful of half-chewed crisps and Ryan threw a pick at him.
"Gross, dude. Get your bass and let's play. Brendon, you right to cover guitar for Trev?"
Brendon turned his attention from the ground at his feet back up to Ryan's face, he still hadn't moved from the doorway, "Oh, um, yeah sure. What are we playing?"
He walked over and sat on the stool near Ryan's unpacking the guitar he'd thought to bring along, just in case. It was just a simple black electric, nothing special, but he'd adorned it with a few glittery stickers and named her Belle, after the Disney Princess. The other boys didn't need to know this however.
Spencer tapped his sticks against the edge of the snare while he was waiting, and Brent got his bass ready.
"You know Asthenia?" Brendon nodded and Ryan started the first few chords, the rest of them catching up quickly.
Band practice went along as band practices go, and Ryan only had to correct Brendon a few times, ignoring the amount of times he stuffed up himself because he was too caught up listening to the dulcet tones of their new singer. Collectively they ignored how painfully bad Brent was playing. Brent and Brendon left at 5pm to go back to Brendon's house and work on their weekend Maths assignment.
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Monday dawned and so did a fresh week of school. Having seen Brendon on the weekend, Ryan decided that he would have to start his plan to corrupt the boy soon. Soon, apparently, meant today, as when he walked into the school, he noticed Brendon laughing happily at something someone had said. He was wearing a lavender hoodie today, girl-fit as usual, over a plain white v-neck shirt and the same sparkling pants he'd worn on the weekend. As Ryan approached the table he noticed something was off about the younger boy's eyes.
"You're wearing eyeliner." He stated incredulously as he slammed his text books down on the table.
Brendon stared at him laughter dying down, wide-eyed and spluttering, "Um. Yes?"
"That's it. Get up." Ryan picked up his books again and grabbed Brendon by the arm when he was standing, dragging him away from Brent's confused look and Spencer's own bemused one. He stopped them at his locker to dump his books before continuing to drag Brendon to the nearby boy's bathroom.
Ryan threw Brendon in roughly and told him to take the eyeliner off, getting some paper towels for him and wetting them when the other boy failed to move.
"Off! Get that fucking shit off your face." Ryan brandished the wet towels in front of Brendon's face.
"Um," Brendon took the paper towels from the slightly taller boy and put them down in the sink, not breaking eye contact, "No? I know what you're trying to do Ross, and it's not going to happen. You can't stop me from being me."
What? Ryan thought, I haven't even started!
Ryan went to voice his thoughts when suddenly there was another pair of lips sliding against his. After a moment of shock his body seemed to start responding on its own accord and he started to kiss back, eyes slipping closed. Ryan got lost in the kiss and when he brought his hand up to card his fingers through the hair of the person kissing him, he found short, soft, boy hair instead of long girl hair and realised where he was and who exactly, was kissing him. He used his hand instead to push Brendon off him and stumbled backwards into the wall, bag bumping into the towel dispenser and pushing him off to the side, into the sinks.
"What the fuck?!"
"I-I-"Brendon stammered and picked up his messenger bag from where it had fallen, racing out of the bathroom as the bell rang for first period.
Ryan stood there in shock, his thoughts conflicting. Deciding to skip English with Brent, he made his way to the Study Hall, making up some excuse to the teacher on duty and sitting in the far corner. Ryan plugged in his iPod and flicked through a few songs before shoving back down into his pocket and getting out a notebook and pen. He tapped the pen thoughtfully against the desk and ignored the annoyed looks of the other people in the room, letting his thoughts take over.
It's not like I don't like guys, I mean, I've had a boyfriend before. But they're usually so different from him, tattoos and baggy pants and just.. not at all like Brendon. Who's all tight jeans and bright colours and clear skin and just so happy all the fucking time. God, I just..
Ryan let his head fall against the desk, lifting it up slightly and rubbing at his forehead when it hit the spiral binding of his notebook. Feeling the beginnings of a headache tugging at his temples, Ryan decided that he might stay here for the day, or maybe skip out and go home, his parents would be out all day and he usually got home before them anyway.
I wonder if Travie wants to go smoke up behind C Block, Ryan thought idly, reaching into his pocket to switch songs, Not that I smoke or anything, but he's always good for a chat when he's high.
The bell rang then, and Ryan's phone went off in his pocket. Not having bothered to put it on vibrate again, Blink-182's The Anthem blared out briefly and he received a glare from the teacher on duty as he made his way out of the room.
were ru? The text read, bdens frkin or sumthin wat hppnd??
The text was from Spencer, so he ignored it, knowing he'd run into the other boy at their lockers. Brendon was with him when he got there, and Ryan rolled his eyes, fiddling with the lock on his locker, but not opening it, figuring he'd skip next period as well.
Spencer glanced between the two and closed his locker, shaking his head.
"I'm going to Algebra, you guys figure whatever out." Spencer hefted his bag up higher onto his shoulder, "Oh yeah, and band meeting at mine after school." And with that, Spencer walked off, but not before glaring at Ryan, a silent message that he should deal with his own shit and not palm it off to someone else like he usually did. Ryan rolled his eyes in response.
"Um," Brendon started, looking at the ground again after having watched Spencer walk off.
"Would you stop saying um every time you open your fucking mouth?" The elder boy snapped, flinging his lock down so it smashed and bounced against the metal of the gray locker.
"I will if you stop swearing so much!" Brendon snapped back, looking up at him.
Ryan returned Brendon's glance with a glare. Brendon huffed and held his gaze steady, not backing down.
The hallway was beginning to get empty, everyone going off to class, when a hand landed on Ryan's shoulder. The boy turned his eyes to the hand and followed the arm up to the grinning face of Gabe Saporta, accompanied by Travie, as usual. This pair had almost gotten Ryan kicked out of school and house last semester, but he still loved them.
"Hey guys," he said, returning Gabe's grin, "This is Brendon."
Gabe looked at the other boy, appraising him.
"Still up to your old tricks, Ry?"
"You know it," Ryan smirked.
Travis piped up then, having been standing there quietly, "Me and Gabanti here were just going out behind C Block, you guys wanna come?"
Brendon's ears perked up, "What's behind C Block?" he questioned.
Ryan laughed and turned back to face Travie, "Yeah, we're coming."
Travis' face broke into a wide smile, showing off grills, and he picked Ryan up, swinging him over his shoulder and started to walk off in the direction of C Block. Gabe laughed and slung his left arm around a confused Brendon's shoulders, guiding him the same way.
Brendon tilted his face up to look at Gabe, "What's behind C Block?" he questioned again.
next chapter
AN III: GABE! TRAVIE!
It's old!Travie, I admit. Pre-getting clean. But he's still cool? I mean c'mon, look at him manhandling Ry like that!