Actors [chapter two]
Title: Actors
Author: takeour_tears
Rating: PG
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
POV: First; Ryan's.
Summary: Our lives are all rehearsed. We’re each given a role that we have to play to perfection; otherwise, you won’t get a good review. If you try to exchange your given role for a different one, you’re fucked, but sometimes, you can walk off stage and hide. You can come back with a completely different script, but it’s not really you.
You left behind the only role you were meant to play.
Disclaimer: If this is real, then I'm the fairy godmother, which, incase you were wondering, I am not.
Beta: giraffessayrawr
Author Notes: This is just something I came up with at four in the morning, and while this isn't the first chaptered fic that I've written, this is the first one that I'm posting.
I don't actually like this chapter - it's way too short and...straight to the point, I guess, but every chapter's important, so.
Cut by Fall Out Boy.
Master Post
The shrill ringing of the school bell was enough to give me a splitting headache for the rest of the day, one that you would have after being inebriated. Cringing because of the pain, I made my way from my locker to the cafeteria, except I was intercepted before I could make it all the way there: someone had just run into me, and I was lying sprawled out on my ass.
“You’re obviously new, because I don’t recognise you.”
I peered out from under my bangs, apprehensively. There was a thin boy standing in front of me. His long hair was down to his shoulders, and some of it was falling into his eyes, but he didn’t seem to be bothered as he looked at me with a confident smirk. I didn’t know him, and I had a feeling that I didn’t want to, either.
“I’m William Beckett.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. “You’ll soon realise that I’m the only thing that matters at this school.” He paused. “If you haven’t already, that is.” He waved a hand at himself, smirk still in place.
I hung tightly on my bag with the hand that had been clasped in William’s, and raised my eyebrows at him - before quickly dropping them, and instead, putting on a small smile, forced as it was.
“Yeah, I guessed that.” It was a lie, but if he claimed to be so, it was a possible that he was telling the truth, and I couldn’t risk offending him. It seemed like I was going to spend two years trying to keep my mouth from running and offending anyone who could turn my life into a living Hell.
“Oh, really? Then how would you like-“
“Will! I’ve been looking all over for you!”
The annoyingly familiar voice called out from behind William, and before I could duck my head and scurry off to class, Brendon appeared right by the latter’s shoulder. I was never going to be rid of him.
“Oh, Ryan.” There was that frown again. I felt like screaming at him to tell me what his problem was. Of course, it didn’t help that he was staring at me, rather intently. Still. Frowning. He realised at the same time that I started to really get uncomfortable from being scrutinised.
He quickly turned his eyes away from me to look at William, who was looking curiously between the two of us, “This is what I needed to talk to you about, Will. Meet my freshman-turned-junior, Ryan Ross.” He turned to look at me, frown replaced with a grimace. “I see you’ve already met Will, Ryan.”
I really wanted to know what his problem was.
“So, Ryan, since you’re obviously not with anyone, you should sit with us.” Before I could protest, William had linked our arms, and steered me towards my former destination, blatantly ignoring Brendon’s pointed glares, who was trailing behind us.
The table I was led to, was currently seating several other people - people like William and Brendon. People who belonged, I suddenly realised. William had obviously been telling the truth, because he could easily be the ringleader of the popular kids. That is, if they really were that.
“Guys, this is Ryan, Brendon’s…kid.” He flashed a smirk in Brendon’s direction, receiving a levelled glare in return. “Ryan, these are the only kids you should associate with if you want to be someone.” With a nod towards each person, he introduced them. “Gabe, Pete, Joe, Victoria, Mike, and Jon.”
Without warning, I was squished in a seat between William and Brendon. I just stared in awe at the fact that I was sitting on the popular table, though it seemed like I had managed to offend Brendon without even trying.
I really needed to sort whatever the problem was with him.
--
“Hey, Brendon.”
I really didn’t want to do this.
He turned around from pulling something out of his locker and quirked an eyebrow at me.
“Can we talk?” I wasn’t usually this straight-forward.
“About what?”
“Well, you’re supposed to be my guide, or buddy, or whatever, and you seem like you don’t really like me.” I was wringing my hands, nervously, and it was probably obvious to him that I wasn’t completely confident about coming up to him and just asking him. At least I wasn’t rambling. Yet.
“It’s not that I don’t like you.” He pursed his lips, pouting, slightly.
I felt my stomach drop, and there was something warm inside of me. I refused to believe that either of these happened because of the pouty look that Brendon was giving me, thinking of how to phrase our ‘situation’. It could be because I hadn’t eaten, or because there was a slight breeze in the hallways, or because-
“Honestly? It’s just because you’re like, this responsibility for me now, and there’s no room on our table, but William just pulled you in without even consulting the rest of us,” he added, giving me a pointed look.
I felt…offended and disappointed. No. Just offended, definitely not disappointed that Brendon Urie seemed to want to get rid of me. Like I said, just offended.
“I recall you saying how you needed to do this to do get good grades or whatever.” I hissed at him.
“I never said I was going to drop out of this. I guess I’m stuck with you until next year.” He gave a suffering sigh, before slamming his locker shut and walking away, leaving me shocked. That shock was slowly turning into anger, though.
I was still seething when I arrived home.
Author: takeour_tears
Rating: PG
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
POV: First; Ryan's.
Summary: Our lives are all rehearsed. We’re each given a role that we have to play to perfection; otherwise, you won’t get a good review. If you try to exchange your given role for a different one, you’re fucked, but sometimes, you can walk off stage and hide. You can come back with a completely different script, but it’s not really you.
You left behind the only role you were meant to play.
Disclaimer: If this is real, then I'm the fairy godmother, which, incase you were wondering, I am not.
Beta: giraffessayrawr
Author Notes: This is just something I came up with at four in the morning, and while this isn't the first chaptered fic that I've written, this is the first one that I'm posting.
I don't actually like this chapter - it's way too short and...straight to the point, I guess, but every chapter's important, so.
Cut by Fall Out Boy.
Master Post
The shrill ringing of the school bell was enough to give me a splitting headache for the rest of the day, one that you would have after being inebriated. Cringing because of the pain, I made my way from my locker to the cafeteria, except I was intercepted before I could make it all the way there: someone had just run into me, and I was lying sprawled out on my ass.
“You’re obviously new, because I don’t recognise you.”
I peered out from under my bangs, apprehensively. There was a thin boy standing in front of me. His long hair was down to his shoulders, and some of it was falling into his eyes, but he didn’t seem to be bothered as he looked at me with a confident smirk. I didn’t know him, and I had a feeling that I didn’t want to, either.
“I’m William Beckett.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. “You’ll soon realise that I’m the only thing that matters at this school.” He paused. “If you haven’t already, that is.” He waved a hand at himself, smirk still in place.
I hung tightly on my bag with the hand that had been clasped in William’s, and raised my eyebrows at him - before quickly dropping them, and instead, putting on a small smile, forced as it was.
“Yeah, I guessed that.” It was a lie, but if he claimed to be so, it was a possible that he was telling the truth, and I couldn’t risk offending him. It seemed like I was going to spend two years trying to keep my mouth from running and offending anyone who could turn my life into a living Hell.
“Oh, really? Then how would you like-“
“Will! I’ve been looking all over for you!”
The annoyingly familiar voice called out from behind William, and before I could duck my head and scurry off to class, Brendon appeared right by the latter’s shoulder. I was never going to be rid of him.
“Oh, Ryan.” There was that frown again. I felt like screaming at him to tell me what his problem was. Of course, it didn’t help that he was staring at me, rather intently. Still. Frowning. He realised at the same time that I started to really get uncomfortable from being scrutinised.
He quickly turned his eyes away from me to look at William, who was looking curiously between the two of us, “This is what I needed to talk to you about, Will. Meet my freshman-turned-junior, Ryan Ross.” He turned to look at me, frown replaced with a grimace. “I see you’ve already met Will, Ryan.”
I really wanted to know what his problem was.
“So, Ryan, since you’re obviously not with anyone, you should sit with us.” Before I could protest, William had linked our arms, and steered me towards my former destination, blatantly ignoring Brendon’s pointed glares, who was trailing behind us.
The table I was led to, was currently seating several other people - people like William and Brendon. People who belonged, I suddenly realised. William had obviously been telling the truth, because he could easily be the ringleader of the popular kids. That is, if they really were that.
“Guys, this is Ryan, Brendon’s…kid.” He flashed a smirk in Brendon’s direction, receiving a levelled glare in return. “Ryan, these are the only kids you should associate with if you want to be someone.” With a nod towards each person, he introduced them. “Gabe, Pete, Joe, Victoria, Mike, and Jon.”
Without warning, I was squished in a seat between William and Brendon. I just stared in awe at the fact that I was sitting on the popular table, though it seemed like I had managed to offend Brendon without even trying.
I really needed to sort whatever the problem was with him.
--
“Hey, Brendon.”
I really didn’t want to do this.
He turned around from pulling something out of his locker and quirked an eyebrow at me.
“Can we talk?” I wasn’t usually this straight-forward.
“About what?”
“Well, you’re supposed to be my guide, or buddy, or whatever, and you seem like you don’t really like me.” I was wringing my hands, nervously, and it was probably obvious to him that I wasn’t completely confident about coming up to him and just asking him. At least I wasn’t rambling. Yet.
“It’s not that I don’t like you.” He pursed his lips, pouting, slightly.
I felt my stomach drop, and there was something warm inside of me. I refused to believe that either of these happened because of the pouty look that Brendon was giving me, thinking of how to phrase our ‘situation’. It could be because I hadn’t eaten, or because there was a slight breeze in the hallways, or because-
“Honestly? It’s just because you’re like, this responsibility for me now, and there’s no room on our table, but William just pulled you in without even consulting the rest of us,” he added, giving me a pointed look.
I felt…offended and disappointed. No. Just offended, definitely not disappointed that Brendon Urie seemed to want to get rid of me. Like I said, just offended.
“I recall you saying how you needed to do this to do get good grades or whatever.” I hissed at him.
“I never said I was going to drop out of this. I guess I’m stuck with you until next year.” He gave a suffering sigh, before slamming his locker shut and walking away, leaving me shocked. That shock was slowly turning into anger, though.
I was still seething when I arrived home.