Actors [chapter four]
Title: Actors
Author: takeour_tears
Rating: PG-13
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: Sorry this took so long. I've been busy with school and other personal issues, so I haven't really had the time or muse to write this. I don't know if I actually like this chapter, because all week, I'd been picturing something completely different happening, but in the end, I ended up writing...well, this. I hope I didn't disappoint, especially since I had to rewrite the entirety of the chapter at least twice. :/
Cut by My Chemical Romance.
My mom seemed to notice that I was more subdued than usual, all throughout the weekend, but she didn’t comment on it. Probably thought this was one of those things that her teenaged son needed to figure out on his own. Something about growing up. I honestly didn’t want to know.
By Monday, my limp was gone, but there was still some semblance of a soreness and I was seriously dreading having to face Brendon. I could try to ignore him, but I don’t know how well that would work, considering he was my ‘buddy’ as well as William’s best friend, and I had a feeling that, even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to leave that group. Not that I want to, of course; this was my one-way ticket to popularity.
Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but feel extremely wary as I was closing my locker at the beginning of the first period.
“Ryan.”
I managed to hold back the groan, but it didn’t stop the frown from forming on my face as I turned around to face just who I had been hoping to avoid.
“You don’t seem happy to see me.” And just like that, Brendon Urie was confusing me all over again, because he didn’t seem snarky or sarcastic or even mean; he just seemed…helpless, like he was genuinely upset about it, like he wanted with everything in him for us to get along.
“Well, what did you expect?” I cocked an eyebrow at him, even more surprised to see that he was looking uncertain now. I tried to match this Brendon to the one I’d encountered at the party, but it was in vain, because the boy appeared to have mood swings worse than that of a girl on her period. It also made me wonder why I was actually standing up for myself.
“Look, I’m sorry about Friday, Ryan. It’s just that I really li-“ The school bell above us cut off his words, but I had a feeling I didn’t want to know what he had been about to say, and I also had a feeling that Brendon would most definitely continue this conversation at a later time. This was confirmed by the desperate look on his face as I scurried away, sending a “I have to get to class!” over my shoulder.
I really didn’t want to have that conversation and simultaneously get a detention.
I fortunately didn’t have any classes with Brendon until after lunch which should’ve been a relief, but time didn’t feel like cooperating, and before I knew it, the school bell was ringing for lunch.
The fact that Brendon was leaning by my locker as I headed towards it was enough of a surprise that I was idle for several moments, before being jostled heavily by someone from behind me. Sending a quick “sorry” over my shoulder, I warily made my way over to the aforementioned boy. I was starting to wonder if he really had been about to say what I thought he was going to say. I didn’t want to know, but it looked like I had no choice.
“What are you doing here?” The boy’s chocolate eyes came together in a frown as my question registered him. He had obviously been in deep thought, so it took a while.
“We were talking earlier, remember?” Without waiting for an affirmative or a “go ahead”, or anything, really, the boy surged into the conversation from earlier.
“What I was about to say before? Just forget it.” And just like that, Brendon seemed to transform right in front of my eyes; from the sweet guy who maybe ‘liked’ me, to the arrogant asshole I’d encountered at the party.
As he walked away, I realised how much I’d wanted to hear his confession, and that just left me even more confused. I was starting to think that changing schools had pretty much fucked my life up even more.
Author: takeour_tears
Rating: PG-13
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: Sorry this took so long. I've been busy with school and other personal issues, so I haven't really had the time or muse to write this. I don't know if I actually like this chapter, because all week, I'd been picturing something completely different happening, but in the end, I ended up writing...well, this. I hope I didn't disappoint, especially since I had to rewrite the entirety of the chapter at least twice. :/
Cut by My Chemical Romance.
My mom seemed to notice that I was more subdued than usual, all throughout the weekend, but she didn’t comment on it. Probably thought this was one of those things that her teenaged son needed to figure out on his own. Something about growing up. I honestly didn’t want to know.
By Monday, my limp was gone, but there was still some semblance of a soreness and I was seriously dreading having to face Brendon. I could try to ignore him, but I don’t know how well that would work, considering he was my ‘buddy’ as well as William’s best friend, and I had a feeling that, even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to leave that group. Not that I want to, of course; this was my one-way ticket to popularity.
Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but feel extremely wary as I was closing my locker at the beginning of the first period.
“Ryan.”
I managed to hold back the groan, but it didn’t stop the frown from forming on my face as I turned around to face just who I had been hoping to avoid.
“You don’t seem happy to see me.” And just like that, Brendon Urie was confusing me all over again, because he didn’t seem snarky or sarcastic or even mean; he just seemed…helpless, like he was genuinely upset about it, like he wanted with everything in him for us to get along.
“Well, what did you expect?” I cocked an eyebrow at him, even more surprised to see that he was looking uncertain now. I tried to match this Brendon to the one I’d encountered at the party, but it was in vain, because the boy appeared to have mood swings worse than that of a girl on her period. It also made me wonder why I was actually standing up for myself.
“Look, I’m sorry about Friday, Ryan. It’s just that I really li-“ The school bell above us cut off his words, but I had a feeling I didn’t want to know what he had been about to say, and I also had a feeling that Brendon would most definitely continue this conversation at a later time. This was confirmed by the desperate look on his face as I scurried away, sending a “I have to get to class!” over my shoulder.
I really didn’t want to have that conversation and simultaneously get a detention.
I fortunately didn’t have any classes with Brendon until after lunch which should’ve been a relief, but time didn’t feel like cooperating, and before I knew it, the school bell was ringing for lunch.
The fact that Brendon was leaning by my locker as I headed towards it was enough of a surprise that I was idle for several moments, before being jostled heavily by someone from behind me. Sending a quick “sorry” over my shoulder, I warily made my way over to the aforementioned boy. I was starting to wonder if he really had been about to say what I thought he was going to say. I didn’t want to know, but it looked like I had no choice.
“What are you doing here?” The boy’s chocolate eyes came together in a frown as my question registered him. He had obviously been in deep thought, so it took a while.
“We were talking earlier, remember?” Without waiting for an affirmative or a “go ahead”, or anything, really, the boy surged into the conversation from earlier.
“What I was about to say before? Just forget it.” And just like that, Brendon seemed to transform right in front of my eyes; from the sweet guy who maybe ‘liked’ me, to the arrogant asshole I’d encountered at the party.
As he walked away, I realised how much I’d wanted to hear his confession, and that just left me even more confused. I was starting to think that changing schools had pretty much fucked my life up even more.