No Regrets [8/14]
Title:No Regrets
Author: Pat Patthe_popup_book and Hillyhikaruikiru
Rating:R just cuz...
Pairing:Ryte or Pete/Ryan
POV:1st person(Ryan Ross' POV)
Summary: Ryan Ross: He's underage, gay, and is falling for his boss. Panic at the Disco just got signed to Fueled by Ramen.
Disclaimer:Don't own, don't know, don't sue.
Author Notes:yay! this was written a long ass time ago by me and my friend...
Part 1|Part 2|Part 3|Part 4|Part 5| Part 6Part 7
Chapter 8
I stay in bed pretty much until I have to start school that following Monday. All of the phones in the house had to be unplugged because of fucking reporters calling. And every time one would call, my father beat the shit out of me. I wanted Pete with me, but I couldn’t call him. I didn’t want to talk to him at all.
I slowly get out of bed to get ready for school. I have no idea what is going to happen. I do have a vague idea, but I didn’t know to what extent it’s going to be. I start my walk to school. There are many reporters and cameras set up. This is bad, really bad. I pull out a hat and put it on. I really hope I can get unnoticed. I just want to find Brendon and Spencer.
I get by and get inside the school premises. I am forced to take my hat off within the building, in which I resent. I sigh as I hear people coming up to me asking me questions about me personal life. I head to my locker. As I open it, it is slammed in my hand. I yelp out in pain and hold it with pressure.
“Damn, queer. Hope there’s some damage to that.”
I was completely surrounded by fucking homophobes. They grin at me in a nasty way like they were proud of what they did. I hear a voice behind them.
“Move, get out of the way.”
Brendon was there. Right behind him was Spencer. They shoo them off and Brendon holds me to him. He takes a look at my hand and strokes it softly.
“You okay, Ryan?”
“Yeah... thanks. I don’t think I would have survived without you two, thank you.”
“Don’t mention it,” Spencer says.
Brendon opens my locker, already knowing the combination and takes out my books for me. Brendon holds them for me was they walk me to my class. I would see Brendon five times today: second, fourth, lunch, fifth and after school. I would see Spencer lunch and then after school as well. Brendon hands me my books and hugs me.
“Good luck today.”
I nod and enter first period. I think to myself at how loving they are as friends, especially Brendon. We could very well be mistaken for gay lovers, but he’s in a serious relationship with his girl. They’re so cute together. I take my seat and get eyed by many. If this is what it’s like to be famous then I want out.
This has to be the worst day of school I have ever experienced. I swear all of my teachers hate me. I’ve been tripped going to and from class, or just walking around the classroom. I’ve had enough of school and it’s just my first day back. None of my old friends here will even look at me besides Brendon and Spencer, but even they are getting a hard time for just being around me so damn much. I hear people talking about how Brendon and I are together.
“He and I aren’t together,” I say a bit angrily. “We’re only friends.”
“So that’s why you hang all over each other.”
“He has a girlfriend. How can you even-”
“That’s more like a cover. I mean, I even thought you were straight until I saw the pictures of you and Pete Wentz.”
“Be quiet about those. That is none of your business.”
She starts to ignore me. She doesn’t care about how it hurts me.
The day passes slowly and school ends with me thinking about Pete. The bell rings and we are dismissed. I stand up slowly and leave the class. I put my books in my locker and head to the front of the building to meet Brendon and Spencer. I see a huddle of students. I’m suddenly get caught looking at them and the huddle starts to include me as well. Pete is right there.
“Are those pictures real?”
I think I’ve heard that question a million times today. I don’t respond. He motions me to follow him to his car that is parked right up front. I follow and get in. He starts to drive and I remain silent. He’s the one that starts talking.
“Ryan…”
I jump.
“I kind of don’t know what I was thinking. I mean, I knew you were a minor. I’m practically in serious shit because of the pictures.” he pauses and waits for a response.
I don’t say anything.
“I have a meeting with the press today. I want you to deny everything when we get there. We were never lovers, we never had sex, and we didn’t…kiss. Is that clear, Ryan?”
I remain motionless at his words, somewhat in shock of what he is saying. How could he say that to me? I can’t just deny my feelings for Pete. No. Never. But as much as I love him, I need to do this for him.
“Yeah…” I say sadly. I didn’t want to, but I needed to.
He parks the car. We weren’t really there yet. “Ryan…” His voice was a lot softer now. “I love you so much. You mean so much to me. I’m sorry for doing this to you. I don’t regret kissing you ever.” He leans into kiss me and I accept it. This may be our last kiss.
“I love you, Pete.” He nods and begins to drive again.
We sat in the press room. Spencer and Brendon were there. I figured that Spencer picked up Brendon.
“Are you and Mr. Wentz involved with each other?” they ask me.
“No…” They whisper loudly amongst themselves. “Allow me to explain. Our former bassist, Brent Wilson, made these photos and posted them on the internet in order to hurt Panic! At The Disco.”
“Why would he want to hurt his own band?”
This time Spencer took the question. “He mostly wanted to hurt Ryan, because he was our front man. He was jealous of the position he had.”
“There are other pictures with you and Mr. Urie being quite close.”
Brendon grabbed this one. “It’s for show. Both me and Ryan are straight and dating other people.”
I couldn’t believe that they all just lied for me. The press finally bought the story and we were allowed to head out. I got into Spencer’s car with Brendon. Pete went his own way. I start to cry.
“Ryan…What’s wrong?” Brendon asks.
“Nothing. I’m sorry for doing that to you guys.”
“We’re your friends. We’ll stick up for you.”
“Thank you so much.”
Author: Pat Patthe_popup_book and Hillyhikaruikiru
Rating:R just cuz...
Pairing:Ryte or Pete/Ryan
POV:1st person(Ryan Ross' POV)
Summary: Ryan Ross: He's underage, gay, and is falling for his boss. Panic at the Disco just got signed to Fueled by Ramen.
Disclaimer:Don't own, don't know, don't sue.
Author Notes:yay! this was written a long ass time ago by me and my friend...
Part 1|Part 2|Part 3|Part 4|Part 5| Part 6Part 7
Chapter 8
I stay in bed pretty much until I have to start school that following Monday. All of the phones in the house had to be unplugged because of fucking reporters calling. And every time one would call, my father beat the shit out of me. I wanted Pete with me, but I couldn’t call him. I didn’t want to talk to him at all.
I slowly get out of bed to get ready for school. I have no idea what is going to happen. I do have a vague idea, but I didn’t know to what extent it’s going to be. I start my walk to school. There are many reporters and cameras set up. This is bad, really bad. I pull out a hat and put it on. I really hope I can get unnoticed. I just want to find Brendon and Spencer.
I get by and get inside the school premises. I am forced to take my hat off within the building, in which I resent. I sigh as I hear people coming up to me asking me questions about me personal life. I head to my locker. As I open it, it is slammed in my hand. I yelp out in pain and hold it with pressure.
“Damn, queer. Hope there’s some damage to that.”
I was completely surrounded by fucking homophobes. They grin at me in a nasty way like they were proud of what they did. I hear a voice behind them.
“Move, get out of the way.”
Brendon was there. Right behind him was Spencer. They shoo them off and Brendon holds me to him. He takes a look at my hand and strokes it softly.
“You okay, Ryan?”
“Yeah... thanks. I don’t think I would have survived without you two, thank you.”
“Don’t mention it,” Spencer says.
Brendon opens my locker, already knowing the combination and takes out my books for me. Brendon holds them for me was they walk me to my class. I would see Brendon five times today: second, fourth, lunch, fifth and after school. I would see Spencer lunch and then after school as well. Brendon hands me my books and hugs me.
“Good luck today.”
I nod and enter first period. I think to myself at how loving they are as friends, especially Brendon. We could very well be mistaken for gay lovers, but he’s in a serious relationship with his girl. They’re so cute together. I take my seat and get eyed by many. If this is what it’s like to be famous then I want out.
This has to be the worst day of school I have ever experienced. I swear all of my teachers hate me. I’ve been tripped going to and from class, or just walking around the classroom. I’ve had enough of school and it’s just my first day back. None of my old friends here will even look at me besides Brendon and Spencer, but even they are getting a hard time for just being around me so damn much. I hear people talking about how Brendon and I are together.
“He and I aren’t together,” I say a bit angrily. “We’re only friends.”
“So that’s why you hang all over each other.”
“He has a girlfriend. How can you even-”
“That’s more like a cover. I mean, I even thought you were straight until I saw the pictures of you and Pete Wentz.”
“Be quiet about those. That is none of your business.”
She starts to ignore me. She doesn’t care about how it hurts me.
The day passes slowly and school ends with me thinking about Pete. The bell rings and we are dismissed. I stand up slowly and leave the class. I put my books in my locker and head to the front of the building to meet Brendon and Spencer. I see a huddle of students. I’m suddenly get caught looking at them and the huddle starts to include me as well. Pete is right there.
“Are those pictures real?”
I think I’ve heard that question a million times today. I don’t respond. He motions me to follow him to his car that is parked right up front. I follow and get in. He starts to drive and I remain silent. He’s the one that starts talking.
“Ryan…”
I jump.
“I kind of don’t know what I was thinking. I mean, I knew you were a minor. I’m practically in serious shit because of the pictures.” he pauses and waits for a response.
I don’t say anything.
“I have a meeting with the press today. I want you to deny everything when we get there. We were never lovers, we never had sex, and we didn’t…kiss. Is that clear, Ryan?”
I remain motionless at his words, somewhat in shock of what he is saying. How could he say that to me? I can’t just deny my feelings for Pete. No. Never. But as much as I love him, I need to do this for him.
“Yeah…” I say sadly. I didn’t want to, but I needed to.
He parks the car. We weren’t really there yet. “Ryan…” His voice was a lot softer now. “I love you so much. You mean so much to me. I’m sorry for doing this to you. I don’t regret kissing you ever.” He leans into kiss me and I accept it. This may be our last kiss.
“I love you, Pete.” He nods and begins to drive again.
We sat in the press room. Spencer and Brendon were there. I figured that Spencer picked up Brendon.
“Are you and Mr. Wentz involved with each other?” they ask me.
“No…” They whisper loudly amongst themselves. “Allow me to explain. Our former bassist, Brent Wilson, made these photos and posted them on the internet in order to hurt Panic! At The Disco.”
“Why would he want to hurt his own band?”
This time Spencer took the question. “He mostly wanted to hurt Ryan, because he was our front man. He was jealous of the position he had.”
“There are other pictures with you and Mr. Urie being quite close.”
Brendon grabbed this one. “It’s for show. Both me and Ryan are straight and dating other people.”
I couldn’t believe that they all just lied for me. The press finally bought the story and we were allowed to head out. I got into Spencer’s car with Brendon. Pete went his own way. I start to cry.
“Ryan…What’s wrong?” Brendon asks.
“Nothing. I’m sorry for doing that to you guys.”
“We’re your friends. We’ll stick up for you.”
“Thank you so much.”