I'd Be More Interested If You Were Already Spoken For Ch.1
Title: I'd Be More Interested If You Were Already Spoken For Ch.1
Author: starlight1177
Rating: Uhhh well pg-14 for language
Pairing: Rydon/Ryden of course!
POV: It's in one of the characters POV's but you'll see... he's talking to the reader.
Summary: A typical high school were the populars rule.... in till one nerd pushes the envelop.
Disclaimer: YES I OWN THESE BOYS! No, I wish I did, but alas, I don't.
Author Notes: First story on here! Hope you guys like it! Comments? Oh, and tittle taken from a song by You, Me, And Everyone We Know.
Tight pants. Check. Tight shirt. Check. Eyeliner. Check. And.... hair. Perfect. Red Bull, book bag. Check and check. Alright ready for school. First day, senior year. Shit, shit!... Ok, got my schedule. I wiped my forehead, walking down the street in the direction of the school. OOOO ipod. I pulled my ipod out of my pocket and hit shuffle. And before I knew it I was at the school.
Wooo hello. "Guess who!" said a voice from behind me covering my eyes. Or course. "Spence." I said. He came out from around me and ruffled my hair. "Hey, hey, hey! Watch the hair! It took me forever to get perfect!" Spencer just rolled his eyes at me. "Dressing nice for your boyfriend?" "Mhm ya." I said sarcasm lacing my voice. It was my turn to roll my eyes. "What about your little boyfriend?" "Whatever you win." He said defeated, his smirk turning into a glare. I chuckled lightly as we entered are first class of the day.
Ka-thump. And an open seat next to him? Should I..... hell ya! I sat down quickly before anyone else could nab the seat. Spencer sat down on the other side of me. Brrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnng And class begins. "Ok class, you better like who your sitting next to, because those are your seats for the year." Said are teacher, Mr. Ming. "Yes!" Me and Spencer said in unison and high-fived. The boy on the opposite side of me smiled in my direction. ka-thump. Smile back moron! Yay he saw. And let the lecture begin, on the rules and all that shit since we don't know them already, and haven't heard them every year of school.
Ok, so you probably want to know who all of these people are, and who I am. From left to right. On my left, is my best friend since forever Spencer Smith. He knows everything about me and vice versa. Light brown hair, brown eyes, gay. Ya he's gay. And who I was talking about earlier his "boyfriend", is Jon Walker. A.K.A. Jwalk, Jonnywall, or just Jon. Haha, really anything you want to call him. He's a cool dude, with the popular crowd though, and Spencer's crush. Next is me! I'm Brendon Boyd Urie, seventeen, five two, shorty, dark brown hair, brown eyes, red glasses and total nerd extortioner at your service! I'm your typical nerd, getting picked on, good grades, etc. but better dressed. Oh, and I'm gay as well. And last but most defiantly not least at the slightest bit, George Ryan Ross III. A.K.A. Ryan Ross. A.K.A. Mr. popularity. He's the big shot, most popular guy in the school. He's gorgeous, light brown hair, deep, hypnotizing honey-brown eyes that I could just melt into, flawless skin, eighteen, five five, and I'm totally in love with him. But we're on total opposite sides of the scale so he would never give me the time of day. He is bi though. he clams, I have never seen him with a girl any of the past years.
So he's in AP English... but how did Josh ever manage to get into this class? Another popular kid. But he's super dumb and a total jackass. Flop. A sloppily folded note falls onto my desk. I see Josh, Trever, and Garret chuckling. I opened the note witch read:
Hey Urie! Go FUCK Ross! HAHAHAHA you WISH! You such a DORKSHIT Urie! Go cry to ur momma! LOSER!
Nice letter on the first day of school. See what I mean, and he isn't even smart enough to think of something clever to say. He always calls me a dorkshit, he needs some new material. I crumbled up the profound note and- "Brendon" I hear a whisper from... Ryan? "Hmm?" Wow, such a good reply... He jestered with his hand like he wanted the paper. I handed it to him watching as he unfolded and read it. I saw him smile and laugh lightly. "What the fuck Josh?" He whispered slapping him, his smile disapering. Ryan leaned close to me. ka-thump. "Sorry 'bout that." "It's ok, I'm used to it." Ryan looked apologetic for his friends behavior.
"What's going on back there?" Mr. Ming asked. He came over to our desks and took the note. "Who wrote this?" He said without even reading it. No one 'fessed up. "Hmmm? Well next time I will find who did this and your punishment wont be fun." Ryan looked at me wide-eyed for a second then chuckled. That boy was so cute But his attention quickly got dragged back to his "friends". "What was that all about?" Spence asked me. "Josh was being a total douche, but it got Ryan to talk to me." I whispered back. "Sweet." Spencer replied pounding my fist. "Just like him." "You killed it." I just laughed.
We had block schedule this year which I loved. An hour and thirty minutes for four classes a day, and fourty five minutes for lunch. And different classes every other day. Fuck ya! The bell finally rang and it was off to drama 4, then first lunch with Spencer, then drawing 4 and lastly AP calculus. Which I know nobody in this class..... except one person.
Author: starlight1177
Rating: Uhhh well pg-14 for language
Pairing: Rydon/Ryden of course!
POV: It's in one of the characters POV's but you'll see... he's talking to the reader.
Summary: A typical high school were the populars rule.... in till one nerd pushes the envelop.
Disclaimer: YES I OWN THESE BOYS! No, I wish I did, but alas, I don't.
Author Notes: First story on here! Hope you guys like it! Comments? Oh, and tittle taken from a song by You, Me, And Everyone We Know.
Tight pants. Check. Tight shirt. Check. Eyeliner. Check. And.... hair. Perfect. Red Bull, book bag. Check and check. Alright ready for school. First day, senior year. Shit, shit!... Ok, got my schedule. I wiped my forehead, walking down the street in the direction of the school. OOOO ipod. I pulled my ipod out of my pocket and hit shuffle. And before I knew it I was at the school.
Wooo hello. "Guess who!" said a voice from behind me covering my eyes. Or course. "Spence." I said. He came out from around me and ruffled my hair. "Hey, hey, hey! Watch the hair! It took me forever to get perfect!" Spencer just rolled his eyes at me. "Dressing nice for your boyfriend?" "Mhm ya." I said sarcasm lacing my voice. It was my turn to roll my eyes. "What about your little boyfriend?" "Whatever you win." He said defeated, his smirk turning into a glare. I chuckled lightly as we entered are first class of the day.
Ka-thump. And an open seat next to him? Should I..... hell ya! I sat down quickly before anyone else could nab the seat. Spencer sat down on the other side of me. Brrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnng And class begins. "Ok class, you better like who your sitting next to, because those are your seats for the year." Said are teacher, Mr. Ming. "Yes!" Me and Spencer said in unison and high-fived. The boy on the opposite side of me smiled in my direction. ka-thump. Smile back moron! Yay he saw. And let the lecture begin, on the rules and all that shit since we don't know them already, and haven't heard them every year of school.
Ok, so you probably want to know who all of these people are, and who I am. From left to right. On my left, is my best friend since forever Spencer Smith. He knows everything about me and vice versa. Light brown hair, brown eyes, gay. Ya he's gay. And who I was talking about earlier his "boyfriend", is Jon Walker. A.K.A. Jwalk, Jonnywall, or just Jon. Haha, really anything you want to call him. He's a cool dude, with the popular crowd though, and Spencer's crush. Next is me! I'm Brendon Boyd Urie, seventeen, five two, shorty, dark brown hair, brown eyes, red glasses and total nerd extortioner at your service! I'm your typical nerd, getting picked on, good grades, etc. but better dressed. Oh, and I'm gay as well. And last but most defiantly not least at the slightest bit, George Ryan Ross III. A.K.A. Ryan Ross. A.K.A. Mr. popularity. He's the big shot, most popular guy in the school. He's gorgeous, light brown hair, deep, hypnotizing honey-brown eyes that I could just melt into, flawless skin, eighteen, five five, and I'm totally in love with him. But we're on total opposite sides of the scale so he would never give me the time of day. He is bi though. he clams, I have never seen him with a girl any of the past years.
So he's in AP English... but how did Josh ever manage to get into this class? Another popular kid. But he's super dumb and a total jackass. Flop. A sloppily folded note falls onto my desk. I see Josh, Trever, and Garret chuckling. I opened the note witch read:
Hey Urie! Go FUCK Ross! HAHAHAHA you WISH! You such a DORKSHIT Urie! Go cry to ur momma! LOSER!
Nice letter on the first day of school. See what I mean, and he isn't even smart enough to think of something clever to say. He always calls me a dorkshit, he needs some new material. I crumbled up the profound note and- "Brendon" I hear a whisper from... Ryan? "Hmm?" Wow, such a good reply... He jestered with his hand like he wanted the paper. I handed it to him watching as he unfolded and read it. I saw him smile and laugh lightly. "What the fuck Josh?" He whispered slapping him, his smile disapering. Ryan leaned close to me. ka-thump. "Sorry 'bout that." "It's ok, I'm used to it." Ryan looked apologetic for his friends behavior.
"What's going on back there?" Mr. Ming asked. He came over to our desks and took the note. "Who wrote this?" He said without even reading it. No one 'fessed up. "Hmmm? Well next time I will find who did this and your punishment wont be fun." Ryan looked at me wide-eyed for a second then chuckled. That boy was so cute But his attention quickly got dragged back to his "friends". "What was that all about?" Spence asked me. "Josh was being a total douche, but it got Ryan to talk to me." I whispered back. "Sweet." Spencer replied pounding my fist. "Just like him." "You killed it." I just laughed.
We had block schedule this year which I loved. An hour and thirty minutes for four classes a day, and fourty five minutes for lunch. And different classes every other day. Fuck ya! The bell finally rang and it was off to drama 4, then first lunch with Spencer, then drawing 4 and lastly AP calculus. Which I know nobody in this class..... except one person.