You're So Last Summer (9/?)
Title: You're So Last Summer
Author: xnovacine_rushx
Rating: R
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Jon/Spencer, William/Gabe
POV: 3rd
Summary: Brendon has just moved to his new highschool, when he meets the quiet boy in the corner. Against everyone's warnings, he gets close to him. Soon, he realizes why he shouldn't have. Brendon is thrown into the twisted world of Ryan Ross, full of sex, drugs, and rock and roll. He needs to get out, but love has a mind of it's own.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title and cut from Taking Back Sunday's 'You are so last summer'
Beta: godlessrain
Author Notes: Important note thing at the end!!
The dusky shadow of night was falling, when Brendon tore himself away from Ryan's warm bed, and warm embrace. The boy watched him with liquidated eyes, but didn't protest.
"Sorry," Brendon murmured, "My parents will start to worry."
Ryan shrugged, turning away slightly, eyes searching his blank wall unseeingly. Brendon hesitated at the doorway, before striding back over to the bed. He turned Ryan's face into his, holding his jaw gently, and kissed him one last time. Ryan was resistant at first; lips remaining firmly still. After a second though, he relaxed, leaning up into the kiss, and prying Brendon's lips apart. Brendon absently stroked Ryan's hair between his thumb and forefinger. Ryan let him go a minute later.
"See you."
Brendon rolled his eyes, but smiled. "Bye, Ryan."
He was almost out of the door before he heard the quiet, "Bye, Brendon." He smiled the whole way home.
***
The next day, Brendon could not sit still during any of his classes. He got yelled at about fifty times for not sitting still, tipping in his chair, staring out the window. . .
And when Ryan came to sit in the back of Brendon's math class, to copy down notes he missed, Brendon almost gave himself whiplash, turning around to look at him every couple of minutes. He couldn't not admire how gorgeous Ryan was, his brown hair falling into his eyes, face scrunched slightly in concentration, and his delicate hand jotting down notes. Yeah, Brendon was a little, tiny bit obsessed. Once, Ryan met his eyes, looking slightly annoyed. Brendon dropped his eyes, blushing, but a second later a wad of paper hit him in the back, and he turned to see Ryan grinning at him. He unfolded the paper under his desk, careful not to let Alex--who was watching him and Ryan suspiciously--see what was written.
You look hot today. Did Spencer dress you? Looks like his handiwork. Your staring is kinda creepy. . .but cute, so it's okay.
Brendon glanced down at his outfit today; black jeans riding low on his hips, and a loose white shirt with the top four buttons undone. He smiled to himself, and scribbled back a reply.
Nope, I dressed myself, thanks. Oh well, get over it; you look hot too.
He tossed it discreetly back, and heard the rustle as it was opened, and Ryan's soft laughter. He was hit in the head again, soon after.
Well then, dress yourself more often. Please? I wish I was sitting next to you. I bet I could get you off in a minute, and no one would know.
Brendon swallowed nervously, cheeks heating up. He had no doubt in his mind that Ryan would, if he was seated next to him.
I bet you could too. I doubt Mrs. Berg would appreciate that though.
He fidgeted with his pen while Ryan wrote, until Alex slammed a hand over Brendon's, raising an annoyed eyebrow at him. Brendon smiled sheepishly, leaning backwards to retrieve the note.
Would you let me kiss you right in the middle of class?
Brendon stilled at those twelve words, mind racing. Was this some trick Ryan-question, where there was no right answer? His pen hovered over the paper.
I would let you.
He returned it to Ryan, palms starting to sweat. Alex sighed as Brendon wiped them on his jeans. Singer shot them a confused look from across the room. Brendon shrugged halfheartedly.
But you wouldn't want me to.
It wasn't a question, and Brendon twisted to catch Ryan's eyes. They weren't angry, or hurt, or hostile. They just seemed. . .disppointed. Like he expected more from Brendon. Ryan stood up then, and began slowly walking towards Brendon. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for Ryan to embarrass him in front of the whole class, but Ryan walked by, and right out the door. Brendon let his head fall on the desk, and sighed.
Ryan wasn't present in lunch, and Brendon vowed to forget about him for at least one period. He chatted with Jon about coffee, Andy about vegetarianism, Joe about tattoos, and resolutely, most certainly did not think about Ryan Ross. Not even when the Way brothers came in, whispering about something that sounded suspiciously like Ryan. . .whisper, whisper, whisper. . .bathroom. . .whisper, whisper, whisper.
But his ignorance of Ryan ended, when William flitted over to their table, Gabe firmly attached to his hand. He sank gracefully into an empty seat, letting Gabe drape a pair of tanned, possessive arms around his waist. He turned to Brendon.
"You're friends with Ross, right, Brendon?"
Brendon could feel everyone's eyes on him. He nodded slowly.
"Yeah, why?"
"Because," William bit his lips, and glanced up at Gabe. "Well, he's suspended. Maybe expelled."
"What?!"
"Um, yeah. I'm not one hundred percent sure why, but apparently he was smoking pot in the bathroom for one thing, and I guess they searched his locker, and found some other shit."
"Fuck," breathed Brendon, closing his eyes. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! So fucking stupid. He told me. . ."
"Told you what?" asked Spencer suddenly, and for once he didn't sound bitchy, just upset.
"That he didn't do heroin--"
"That's all he said? That he didn't do heroin?"
"Yeah." Brendon gave him a puzzled look. "Why?"
Spencer sighed. "The thing with Ryan is, everything is very, very literal with him. He may not do heroin, but he does other, hard drugs, Brendon."
"Of course you would say that! You have some stupid thing against him! You don't fucking know him!" snapped Brendon.
Spencer's mouth formed a thin line, and his icy, blue eyes burned into Brendon's.
"I have fucking seen Ryan snort a line of crystal meth off my goddamn stomach. He's used my library card to cut his lines of cocaine. I've had to go into the inner city and risk getting shot, to get him his motherfucking fix when he went into withdrawl. I've had to carry Ryan to my house when he overdosed on LSD. Don't tell me I don't know him."
Brendon could only gape at Spencer, as he strode out of the cafeteria.
"Um, wow," Gabe muttered, "I think you pissed Spencer off. And maybe you should rethink your friends."
"Gabe!" hissed William, and pulled away to loop an arm around Brendon's shoulders.
Brendon was still frozen in shock, trying to comprehend, first that Spencer and Ryan were, or had been, friends. And second, everything Spencer had told them. Meth, Cocaine, LSD. . .it was too much.
"Bren, listen to me. We all know Ross. Not like Spencer obviously, but we've seen him. Seen him change from the quiet kid all through elementary and middle school, to the angry, fuck-off, loner, druggie he is now. I didn't know how deep he was in. But I have seen a change in him lately. Ever since you moved here. He used to show up to school stoned almost everyday, or he didn't show up at all. He never did his school or homework. I'm not a fan of Ross, but he likes you. That's more than the rest of us can say. He isn't perfect at all, or an entirely good kid, or good influence by any means, but don't give up on him. Too many people have, but I think you could help him. Probably not change him, but help him."
With that, William and Gabe returned to their table. Brendon was staring after them now. Had William Beckett, just said that? Had Ryland perhaps inhabited the model's body?
"I always knew there was more to Bill than met the eye," murmured Jon.
"Yeah, no kidding," said Nate.
"Brendon?" questioned Singer, looking worried.
"I. . .um, I. . .I just. . ." Brendon stuttered, not knowing what to say or do.
He blankly picked his stuff up, and walked to the nurses, telling her he felt sick. She called his mother, and the next few minutes went by in a blur, until Brendon was lying in his bed, his mother bringing him soup, and patting his head.
"Rest for a little bit, Brendon. You have a small fever. Must be that bug that's going around."
But Brendon knew it was his blood boiling in his veins, the red hot anger seeping through his being. His anger was like fire; burning everything clean.
Okies, hai everyone :] Sorry this took forever, but I hope you liked it. Anyways! I was hoping this could become NC-17 eventually (who doesn't love some yummy smut?) but I suck--no pun intended--at writing porn in any way, shape, or form. So, I was wondering if anyone who had some spare time wanted to write any for this story? It would be greatly appreciated. If you are interested, you can comment on this, send me a message, or e-mail me at missmurder96@yahoo.com. Thanks lovies <33
Author: xnovacine_rushx
Rating: R
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Jon/Spencer, William/Gabe
POV: 3rd
Summary: Brendon has just moved to his new highschool, when he meets the quiet boy in the corner. Against everyone's warnings, he gets close to him. Soon, he realizes why he shouldn't have. Brendon is thrown into the twisted world of Ryan Ross, full of sex, drugs, and rock and roll. He needs to get out, but love has a mind of it's own.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title and cut from Taking Back Sunday's 'You are so last summer'
Beta: godlessrain
Author Notes: Important note thing at the end!!
The dusky shadow of night was falling, when Brendon tore himself away from Ryan's warm bed, and warm embrace. The boy watched him with liquidated eyes, but didn't protest.
"Sorry," Brendon murmured, "My parents will start to worry."
Ryan shrugged, turning away slightly, eyes searching his blank wall unseeingly. Brendon hesitated at the doorway, before striding back over to the bed. He turned Ryan's face into his, holding his jaw gently, and kissed him one last time. Ryan was resistant at first; lips remaining firmly still. After a second though, he relaxed, leaning up into the kiss, and prying Brendon's lips apart. Brendon absently stroked Ryan's hair between his thumb and forefinger. Ryan let him go a minute later.
"See you."
Brendon rolled his eyes, but smiled. "Bye, Ryan."
He was almost out of the door before he heard the quiet, "Bye, Brendon." He smiled the whole way home.
***
The next day, Brendon could not sit still during any of his classes. He got yelled at about fifty times for not sitting still, tipping in his chair, staring out the window. . .
And when Ryan came to sit in the back of Brendon's math class, to copy down notes he missed, Brendon almost gave himself whiplash, turning around to look at him every couple of minutes. He couldn't not admire how gorgeous Ryan was, his brown hair falling into his eyes, face scrunched slightly in concentration, and his delicate hand jotting down notes. Yeah, Brendon was a little, tiny bit obsessed. Once, Ryan met his eyes, looking slightly annoyed. Brendon dropped his eyes, blushing, but a second later a wad of paper hit him in the back, and he turned to see Ryan grinning at him. He unfolded the paper under his desk, careful not to let Alex--who was watching him and Ryan suspiciously--see what was written.
You look hot today. Did Spencer dress you? Looks like his handiwork. Your staring is kinda creepy. . .but cute, so it's okay.
Brendon glanced down at his outfit today; black jeans riding low on his hips, and a loose white shirt with the top four buttons undone. He smiled to himself, and scribbled back a reply.
Nope, I dressed myself, thanks. Oh well, get over it; you look hot too.
He tossed it discreetly back, and heard the rustle as it was opened, and Ryan's soft laughter. He was hit in the head again, soon after.
Well then, dress yourself more often. Please? I wish I was sitting next to you. I bet I could get you off in a minute, and no one would know.
Brendon swallowed nervously, cheeks heating up. He had no doubt in his mind that Ryan would, if he was seated next to him.
I bet you could too. I doubt Mrs. Berg would appreciate that though.
He fidgeted with his pen while Ryan wrote, until Alex slammed a hand over Brendon's, raising an annoyed eyebrow at him. Brendon smiled sheepishly, leaning backwards to retrieve the note.
Would you let me kiss you right in the middle of class?
Brendon stilled at those twelve words, mind racing. Was this some trick Ryan-question, where there was no right answer? His pen hovered over the paper.
I would let you.
He returned it to Ryan, palms starting to sweat. Alex sighed as Brendon wiped them on his jeans. Singer shot them a confused look from across the room. Brendon shrugged halfheartedly.
But you wouldn't want me to.
It wasn't a question, and Brendon twisted to catch Ryan's eyes. They weren't angry, or hurt, or hostile. They just seemed. . .disppointed. Like he expected more from Brendon. Ryan stood up then, and began slowly walking towards Brendon. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for Ryan to embarrass him in front of the whole class, but Ryan walked by, and right out the door. Brendon let his head fall on the desk, and sighed.
Ryan wasn't present in lunch, and Brendon vowed to forget about him for at least one period. He chatted with Jon about coffee, Andy about vegetarianism, Joe about tattoos, and resolutely, most certainly did not think about Ryan Ross. Not even when the Way brothers came in, whispering about something that sounded suspiciously like Ryan. . .whisper, whisper, whisper. . .bathroom. . .whisper, whisper, whisper.
But his ignorance of Ryan ended, when William flitted over to their table, Gabe firmly attached to his hand. He sank gracefully into an empty seat, letting Gabe drape a pair of tanned, possessive arms around his waist. He turned to Brendon.
"You're friends with Ross, right, Brendon?"
Brendon could feel everyone's eyes on him. He nodded slowly.
"Yeah, why?"
"Because," William bit his lips, and glanced up at Gabe. "Well, he's suspended. Maybe expelled."
"What?!"
"Um, yeah. I'm not one hundred percent sure why, but apparently he was smoking pot in the bathroom for one thing, and I guess they searched his locker, and found some other shit."
"Fuck," breathed Brendon, closing his eyes. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! So fucking stupid. He told me. . ."
"Told you what?" asked Spencer suddenly, and for once he didn't sound bitchy, just upset.
"That he didn't do heroin--"
"That's all he said? That he didn't do heroin?"
"Yeah." Brendon gave him a puzzled look. "Why?"
Spencer sighed. "The thing with Ryan is, everything is very, very literal with him. He may not do heroin, but he does other, hard drugs, Brendon."
"Of course you would say that! You have some stupid thing against him! You don't fucking know him!" snapped Brendon.
Spencer's mouth formed a thin line, and his icy, blue eyes burned into Brendon's.
"I have fucking seen Ryan snort a line of crystal meth off my goddamn stomach. He's used my library card to cut his lines of cocaine. I've had to go into the inner city and risk getting shot, to get him his motherfucking fix when he went into withdrawl. I've had to carry Ryan to my house when he overdosed on LSD. Don't tell me I don't know him."
Brendon could only gape at Spencer, as he strode out of the cafeteria.
"Um, wow," Gabe muttered, "I think you pissed Spencer off. And maybe you should rethink your friends."
"Gabe!" hissed William, and pulled away to loop an arm around Brendon's shoulders.
Brendon was still frozen in shock, trying to comprehend, first that Spencer and Ryan were, or had been, friends. And second, everything Spencer had told them. Meth, Cocaine, LSD. . .it was too much.
"Bren, listen to me. We all know Ross. Not like Spencer obviously, but we've seen him. Seen him change from the quiet kid all through elementary and middle school, to the angry, fuck-off, loner, druggie he is now. I didn't know how deep he was in. But I have seen a change in him lately. Ever since you moved here. He used to show up to school stoned almost everyday, or he didn't show up at all. He never did his school or homework. I'm not a fan of Ross, but he likes you. That's more than the rest of us can say. He isn't perfect at all, or an entirely good kid, or good influence by any means, but don't give up on him. Too many people have, but I think you could help him. Probably not change him, but help him."
With that, William and Gabe returned to their table. Brendon was staring after them now. Had William Beckett, just said that? Had Ryland perhaps inhabited the model's body?
"I always knew there was more to Bill than met the eye," murmured Jon.
"Yeah, no kidding," said Nate.
"Brendon?" questioned Singer, looking worried.
"I. . .um, I. . .I just. . ." Brendon stuttered, not knowing what to say or do.
He blankly picked his stuff up, and walked to the nurses, telling her he felt sick. She called his mother, and the next few minutes went by in a blur, until Brendon was lying in his bed, his mother bringing him soup, and patting his head.
"Rest for a little bit, Brendon. You have a small fever. Must be that bug that's going around."
But Brendon knew it was his blood boiling in his veins, the red hot anger seeping through his being. His anger was like fire; burning everything clean.
Okies, hai everyone :] Sorry this took forever, but I hope you liked it. Anyways! I was hoping this could become NC-17 eventually (who doesn't love some yummy smut?) but I suck--no pun intended--at writing porn in any way, shape, or form. So, I was wondering if anyone who had some spare time wanted to write any for this story? It would be greatly appreciated. If you are interested, you can comment on this, send me a message, or e-mail me at missmurder96@yahoo.com. Thanks lovies <33