Who Are You Kidding?
Title: Who Are You Kidding?
Author: Pannibian
Rating: PG-13 Atm. Later it will be 17 or R
Pairing: Ryden
POV: First/Brendon's
Summary: Inspired by Slow Down by The Academy Is... Ryan is the popular kid at school and everything is going his way...until Brendon comes along. Brendon despises Ryan. They have regular heated arguments (possibly to cover up another emotion). Brendon Is sick of Ryan's little mind games and now he decides to play him at his own game. He'll get everyones attention as well as Ryan's.
Disclaimer: I Bloody Wish. [Don't be silly. Of course I don't own.]
Author Notes: Make My Day And Comment?
I walked down the shoddy school corridors towards William. He was deep in convocation with a group of people whom I recognized very well. The popular kids. A bunch high opinion bastards who William had managed to make friends with because of his new boyfriend,Travis. Not that I minded Travis at all but there was always the worst of the all, Ryan Ross. So far up his ass I doubt he's seen sunlight in a long time. He really is everything I despise. He assesses people on their status, friends, wealth or strength. He has it all of course, Big house, big status, and all the “friends” in the world. Why they would want to subject themselves to that moron is beyond my knowledge. I went to turn on my heels hoping, No, praying that they hadn't seen me. But I was too late. Jon had spotted me and called my name, I turned around slowly enough to plaster a fake smile on my face as I walked towards him.
“Where were you going Bren?” He questioned, whilst pulling me into a bear hug. I dismissed his question by shaking my head. Then nodded to the guys.
“Nice to see you again Brendon” He remarked after a short while, smirking. I scoffed In response.
“Thats not quite how I'd describe it...but whatever flouts your boat”
I could have sworn I could see through his fake smirk stop for just a second but maybe my eyes had deceived me.
“Oh Brendon, must you always be so bitter that I'm not interested.”
“Don't flatter yourself. You know how I'd hate to see your ego get any bigger.” I retorted stepping closer to him, I felt William take a firm grip on my arm and pull me back, Although I could feel everyones eyes on me I still didn't move my eyes from Ryan's.
“Go calm yourself down Urie. I don't want you to get all flushed because of me.”
I narrowed my eyes, and turned to William and uttered something about having to be somewhere else.
When I got home I laid down on the bed with my eyes closed and my thoughts reverted back to lunchtime earlier today.
I always got in arguments with Ryan. Its defiantly wasn't the first time. We just didn't get along. Never have, probably never will. We always seemed to get into heated arguments. To be perfectly honest I was kind of pissed off with William for making me be around them. I mean, I understand that he wants to spend time with his boyfriend, but he seems to be wrapped up in his own little world of popular-ness. He didn't seem to see through the shallow fake world like I did. I'd tried talking to him but he just didn't seem to want to accept that. Plus this seems to mean that I have Ryan around all the time. Like a gigantic sharp, pointy, nagging thorn.
I was interrupted from my thoughts, by my phone bleeping loudly, I didn't recognize the number but never the less I answered reluctantly.
“Hello...?”
“Hi.”
Silence.
“Who's this?”
“Your mom...Its Spencer you dumbass.” He remarked sarcastically. What did Ryans crownie want?
“What do you want?” I replied bluntly.
“Ryan's having a party Saturday”
“Whats that got to do with me?”
“He's asked me to invite you.”
I stared blankly and the receiver. He what?
“You sure he meant me? Not another Brendon?” I questioned, just incase Spencer had got the wrong guy.
“No....I checked. He definatly meant you.”
I paused again processing what he had just said.
“Why did he invite me?” I thought out loud.
“I asked him the same thing but he insisted you came.”
“Um okay.”
With that the the phone went dead leaving me slightly confused. Ryan Ross' parties were a social occasion...For the popular kids. For the rich kids. The kids with status. That wasn't me. Why the hell Ryan, of all people, had invited me. I immediately became cynical. He would invite me to the party to do something cruel or show off. Probably both. No more no less. But I am sick and tired of being part of Ryan Ross' little mind games. I'm gonna be one better than him.
Let the games begin Ryan Ross. See you In two days.
Author: Pannibian
Rating: PG-13 Atm. Later it will be 17 or R
Pairing: Ryden
POV: First/Brendon's
Summary: Inspired by Slow Down by The Academy Is... Ryan is the popular kid at school and everything is going his way...until Brendon comes along. Brendon despises Ryan. They have regular heated arguments (possibly to cover up another emotion). Brendon Is sick of Ryan's little mind games and now he decides to play him at his own game. He'll get everyones attention as well as Ryan's.
Disclaimer: I Bloody Wish. [Don't be silly. Of course I don't own.]
Author Notes: Make My Day And Comment?
I walked down the shoddy school corridors towards William. He was deep in convocation with a group of people whom I recognized very well. The popular kids. A bunch high opinion bastards who William had managed to make friends with because of his new boyfriend,Travis. Not that I minded Travis at all but there was always the worst of the all, Ryan Ross. So far up his ass I doubt he's seen sunlight in a long time. He really is everything I despise. He assesses people on their status, friends, wealth or strength. He has it all of course, Big house, big status, and all the “friends” in the world. Why they would want to subject themselves to that moron is beyond my knowledge. I went to turn on my heels hoping, No, praying that they hadn't seen me. But I was too late. Jon had spotted me and called my name, I turned around slowly enough to plaster a fake smile on my face as I walked towards him.
“Where were you going Bren?” He questioned, whilst pulling me into a bear hug. I dismissed his question by shaking my head. Then nodded to the guys.
“Nice to see you again Brendon” He remarked after a short while, smirking. I scoffed In response.
“Thats not quite how I'd describe it...but whatever flouts your boat”
I could have sworn I could see through his fake smirk stop for just a second but maybe my eyes had deceived me.
“Oh Brendon, must you always be so bitter that I'm not interested.”
“Don't flatter yourself. You know how I'd hate to see your ego get any bigger.” I retorted stepping closer to him, I felt William take a firm grip on my arm and pull me back, Although I could feel everyones eyes on me I still didn't move my eyes from Ryan's.
“Go calm yourself down Urie. I don't want you to get all flushed because of me.”
I narrowed my eyes, and turned to William and uttered something about having to be somewhere else.
When I got home I laid down on the bed with my eyes closed and my thoughts reverted back to lunchtime earlier today.
I always got in arguments with Ryan. Its defiantly wasn't the first time. We just didn't get along. Never have, probably never will. We always seemed to get into heated arguments. To be perfectly honest I was kind of pissed off with William for making me be around them. I mean, I understand that he wants to spend time with his boyfriend, but he seems to be wrapped up in his own little world of popular-ness. He didn't seem to see through the shallow fake world like I did. I'd tried talking to him but he just didn't seem to want to accept that. Plus this seems to mean that I have Ryan around all the time. Like a gigantic sharp, pointy, nagging thorn.
I was interrupted from my thoughts, by my phone bleeping loudly, I didn't recognize the number but never the less I answered reluctantly.
“Hello...?”
“Hi.”
Silence.
“Who's this?”
“Your mom...Its Spencer you dumbass.” He remarked sarcastically. What did Ryans crownie want?
“What do you want?” I replied bluntly.
“Ryan's having a party Saturday”
“Whats that got to do with me?”
“He's asked me to invite you.”
I stared blankly and the receiver. He what?
“You sure he meant me? Not another Brendon?” I questioned, just incase Spencer had got the wrong guy.
“No....I checked. He definatly meant you.”
I paused again processing what he had just said.
“Why did he invite me?” I thought out loud.
“I asked him the same thing but he insisted you came.”
“Um okay.”
With that the the phone went dead leaving me slightly confused. Ryan Ross' parties were a social occasion...For the popular kids. For the rich kids. The kids with status. That wasn't me. Why the hell Ryan, of all people, had invited me. I immediately became cynical. He would invite me to the party to do something cruel or show off. Probably both. No more no less. But I am sick and tired of being part of Ryan Ross' little mind games. I'm gonna be one better than him.
Let the games begin Ryan Ross. See you In two days.