Le chapter 2
Title: There's A Good Reason This Fic's Another Rydon Honey, I Just Haven't Made it Up Yet or Just another day at FBR highschool.
Author: sarcasticweathe
Rating: Erm.. well Pg at the moment but it's highschool so it should get more "interesting" later on so 15 (PG/15)
Pairings: Rydon (yes shock horror!), Peterick, Gabilliam, Joncer
Warnings: It's a Rydon highschool fic, so hints of abuse (at some point), bit of angst and my strange writing :D Oh and as always, my sailor mouth ;)
POV: 1st Ryan
Summary: Meet Ryan, your typical angsting, uncool, artistic, student (at Fueled By Ramen highschool) with a few secrets, and his opposite Brendon, the coolest kid in the school, the perfect mormon you know the guy every girl wants to be with and every guy wants to be. Oh and their cool friends :)
Disclaimer: If this was real, I'd still be running around excitedly screaming and since I'm sitting in the computer room typing this up, clearly it's not. I don't own the people, the title's from Panic! At The Disco's There's A Good Reason (Y'know the rest, it's too long)
Author's Note: Any characters you don't recognise are from my strange imagination, but mainly it'll be people you know and love (hopefully)! Oh and I'm English, so it's all in English spelling, so yeah I spell realise with an S you stupid Lj! -_-
I walk through the empty corridor, to my left and right, there are doors, normally I go through the one with peeling red paint and an old brass door knocker, but not today. I keep walking till I get to a door I've never noticed before, or at least tried my best to ignore. It's in no way a strange or interesting door, just your average brown front door... till you open the door. I hold my breath and walk through.
There's a young boy, probably seven or eight, he has short, cropped, brown hair and caramel brown eyes. He's following a women, his mother, around as she take clothes, photos, memories, happiness and puts them all in a suitcase.
They haven't noticed me yet, of course they haven't, the boy's too busy following his mother around and she's too engrossed in her packing to notice him, let alone me. If only this scene would never end, if only it was on a continuous loop, his excitement and her relief, forever, before it all changes. But of course it changes.
"Mummy, where are we going?"
"We? Oh my love, you're not coming with me" she laughs "Someone needs to stay behind and look after daddy. And who better than my brave little George?"
"B-but... I don't want to stay" the boy cries
Then the women does the worst thing she could do, she lies to her only son.
"Oh George, I'll come back for you soon, I promise, you just need to be patient. Aw now that don't cry my child. Can you do that for mummy, darling, can be patient and brave and not cry?"
"Okay mummy" He promises and dries his eyes.
He kept his promise. She broke hers. The day that changed my life, the day I realised people don't keep promises, people lie.
"George! George, you lazy son of a bitch! Get up!"
I check the clock, it's 5:17.