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Title: Obsequious
Author:
trylohbyte
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Pairing: Ryden, Treckett
Summary: “Well, did you click with him?”
“Yes.”
“But there was no mutual clickage?”
“None.”
Disclaimer: Liar, liar, plants for hire. :] Cut belongs to The Hush Sound; “Honey.”
A/N: I love all the “cute” comments I’m getting. They really make me wanna keep this going. You have no idea. ;] Again,
mere_thnetos &
silentpoetry1 = love.
"Will, Travie, Jon… This is Ryan."
The boys are seated at a cold, metal cafeteria table. Jon, as always, is stuffing his face with the mystery meal, and Travis and William have taken to cuddling. It wasn't unexpected. Ryan waves nervously as all three of them look up at him. Will is the first one to smile.
"You're new here?" he asks.
He nods and quickly says, "My dad and I, we just moved here from Vegas."
"All the way from Vegas?" Jon gasps, his mouth full of food. Will smacks him for his lack of table manners.
Travis finally pipes up with, "It's a long way from Vegas to New York. Why move so far?"
"My parents split. My dad wanted to get away from my mom. Far away. So," he bites his lip, "New York was his first idea."
"Well, kid," Travis says, "consider yourself lucky that Brendon was the first popular to find you. Everyone else treats the new kids like shit."
"Especially Jon," Will jokes. It's his turn to be smacked now.
"Imagine if it had been Ashlee, guys," Jon commented. "Can you imagine-"
"Oh, God, Jon," Brendon groans. "Don't even start. Can't we just be glad that her boyfriend is a decent kid and leave her out?"
"What's wrong with her?" Ryan asks carefully.
"Bitch," Travis states simply. "Won't think twice about you unless she meets you through Pete."
"Not to mention, she's a gay hater," Will fumed.
"A dedicated homophobe. But Pete's our friend, so she has to deal with us," Brendon adds smugly.
"Speak of the devil," Jon mumbles under his breath.
All five of them shut their mouths as an innocent-looking blonde girl approaches the table. A vertically challenged boy, Pete, Ryan guesses, is trudging along beside her. She seats herself on the cold tabletop.
"Hey guys!" she chirps, and for a second, you could be fooled into thinking she's a good person. Her eyes slowly travel to Ryan, scrutinizing him. "Who's this?"
"Ashlee, this is Ryan," Brendon says slowly; cautiously.
Ashlee continues to suspiciously inspect Ryan. A smirk slowly crosses her lips.
"Ashlee…" Pete warns.
"Shut up, Peter. Brendon," she smiles, "is Ryan gay?"
Pete pulls his hood over his eyes and shakes his head disapprovingly. "Do you have to do this?" he mumbles, too quiet for Ashlee to hear him.
"I don't-"
"Aw, sweetheart," Ryan interrupts. "I'm sorry, but I am. You don't have to be jealous, hun."
He pauses to wrap his arm around Brendon's shoulder. He leans into the younger boy and smiles sweetly.
"I'm sure Brendon can share."
"Um, ew. No thanks. Let's go Pete," Ashlee sneers. "They're not worth our time."
She hops off the table and grabs the sleeve of her boyfriend's hoodie. He throws the insulted boys a sympathetic smile and waves as he's dragged away.
The second the couple is out of earshot, Travis bursts out laughing. "Dude, you are so red right now!" he shouts at Brendon.
"Shut up, Trav," Brendon grumbles.
Ryan detaches himself from Brendon and says, "Don't get any ideas. That meant absolutely nothing."
Brendon pouts indignantly. "Are you sure?"
"Pretty much."
***
Brendon, Will and Travis like to stay behind after school and just chill on campus. They prefer to wait for the traffic to clear before they file into their cars and head home. Traffic in the parking lot is still heavy, even an hour after the final bell has rung. Travis is leaning comfortably against the flagpole (leave it to Travis to find a comfortable spot on a tall, metal column) and Will is seated on his lap, his eyes fixed on Travie's.
"You think he meant it, Will?" Brendon sighs.
"Meant what? Who?" Will murmurs without breaking eye contact with Travis.
"Do you guys think you could stop being so perfect for each other so I can get some well-deserved sympathy?" Brendon fumes.
"Right, sorry." Will turns his head to face Brendon and rests it against Travis' chest. "What's wrong?"
"Do you think that," he pauses, "that I really mean nothing to Ryan?"
"Well, were you expecting him to fall head over heels in love with you in one day?" Travis asks, laughing.
"Well, I was hoping that maybe…" He bites his lip and focuses his attention on the grass instead of his friend. "Maybe I'd meet someone who I just clicked with. Like you guys."
Will smiles widely. "Aw, Travie, isn't that adorable? He wants a love story!" he squeals.
"You're not helping, Will!" Brendon shouts.
"Calm down, B," Travie warns. "You like this Ryan guy, don't you?"
Brendon nods.
"Well, did you click with him?"
"Yes."
"But there was no mutual clickage?"
"None."
"It'll happen sooner or later," Will comforts. "I promise."
Author:
trylohbyte
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Pairing: Ryden, Treckett
Summary: “Well, did you click with him?”
“Yes.”
“But there was no mutual clickage?”
“None.”
Disclaimer: Liar, liar, plants for hire. :] Cut belongs to The Hush Sound; “Honey.”
A/N: I love all the “cute” comments I’m getting. They really make me wanna keep this going. You have no idea. ;] Again,
mere_thnetos &
silentpoetry1 = love.
"Will, Travie, Jon… This is Ryan."
The boys are seated at a cold, metal cafeteria table. Jon, as always, is stuffing his face with the mystery meal, and Travis and William have taken to cuddling. It wasn't unexpected. Ryan waves nervously as all three of them look up at him. Will is the first one to smile.
"You're new here?" he asks.
He nods and quickly says, "My dad and I, we just moved here from Vegas."
"All the way from Vegas?" Jon gasps, his mouth full of food. Will smacks him for his lack of table manners.
Travis finally pipes up with, "It's a long way from Vegas to New York. Why move so far?"
"My parents split. My dad wanted to get away from my mom. Far away. So," he bites his lip, "New York was his first idea."
"Well, kid," Travis says, "consider yourself lucky that Brendon was the first popular to find you. Everyone else treats the new kids like shit."
"Especially Jon," Will jokes. It's his turn to be smacked now.
"Imagine if it had been Ashlee, guys," Jon commented. "Can you imagine-"
"Oh, God, Jon," Brendon groans. "Don't even start. Can't we just be glad that her boyfriend is a decent kid and leave her out?"
"What's wrong with her?" Ryan asks carefully.
"Bitch," Travis states simply. "Won't think twice about you unless she meets you through Pete."
"Not to mention, she's a gay hater," Will fumed.
"A dedicated homophobe. But Pete's our friend, so she has to deal with us," Brendon adds smugly.
"Speak of the devil," Jon mumbles under his breath.
All five of them shut their mouths as an innocent-looking blonde girl approaches the table. A vertically challenged boy, Pete, Ryan guesses, is trudging along beside her. She seats herself on the cold tabletop.
"Hey guys!" she chirps, and for a second, you could be fooled into thinking she's a good person. Her eyes slowly travel to Ryan, scrutinizing him. "Who's this?"
"Ashlee, this is Ryan," Brendon says slowly; cautiously.
Ashlee continues to suspiciously inspect Ryan. A smirk slowly crosses her lips.
"Ashlee…" Pete warns.
"Shut up, Peter. Brendon," she smiles, "is Ryan gay?"
Pete pulls his hood over his eyes and shakes his head disapprovingly. "Do you have to do this?" he mumbles, too quiet for Ashlee to hear him.
"I don't-"
"Aw, sweetheart," Ryan interrupts. "I'm sorry, but I am. You don't have to be jealous, hun."
He pauses to wrap his arm around Brendon's shoulder. He leans into the younger boy and smiles sweetly.
"I'm sure Brendon can share."
"Um, ew. No thanks. Let's go Pete," Ashlee sneers. "They're not worth our time."
She hops off the table and grabs the sleeve of her boyfriend's hoodie. He throws the insulted boys a sympathetic smile and waves as he's dragged away.
The second the couple is out of earshot, Travis bursts out laughing. "Dude, you are so red right now!" he shouts at Brendon.
"Shut up, Trav," Brendon grumbles.
Ryan detaches himself from Brendon and says, "Don't get any ideas. That meant absolutely nothing."
Brendon pouts indignantly. "Are you sure?"
"Pretty much."
***
Brendon, Will and Travis like to stay behind after school and just chill on campus. They prefer to wait for the traffic to clear before they file into their cars and head home. Traffic in the parking lot is still heavy, even an hour after the final bell has rung. Travis is leaning comfortably against the flagpole (leave it to Travis to find a comfortable spot on a tall, metal column) and Will is seated on his lap, his eyes fixed on Travie's.
"You think he meant it, Will?" Brendon sighs.
"Meant what? Who?" Will murmurs without breaking eye contact with Travis.
"Do you guys think you could stop being so perfect for each other so I can get some well-deserved sympathy?" Brendon fumes.
"Right, sorry." Will turns his head to face Brendon and rests it against Travis' chest. "What's wrong?"
"Do you think that," he pauses, "that I really mean nothing to Ryan?"
"Well, were you expecting him to fall head over heels in love with you in one day?" Travis asks, laughing.
"Well, I was hoping that maybe…" He bites his lip and focuses his attention on the grass instead of his friend. "Maybe I'd meet someone who I just clicked with. Like you guys."
Will smiles widely. "Aw, Travie, isn't that adorable? He wants a love story!" he squeals.
"You're not helping, Will!" Brendon shouts.
"Calm down, B," Travie warns. "You like this Ryan guy, don't you?"
Brendon nods.
"Well, did you click with him?"
"Yes."
"But there was no mutual clickage?"
"None."
"It'll happen sooner or later," Will comforts. "I promise."