hollywood hills and suburban thrills (denouement)
Title:hollywood hills & suburban thrills (denouement)
Author: xwbsmyhbx
Rating:PG13 [for now]
Pairing: wisky and ryden
POV: third
Summary::william beckett has lived a very conservative life. this may all
change when he moves in with his best friend Sisky in Hollywood and figures out
who he really is. Then they meet two more best friends Ryan and Brendon who seem
to have... tension as well.
Disclaimer: faker than fake
Author Notes: you want more? you got more =]]
Will's eyes welled up with tears.
Sisky grabbed his hand.
"Now get out of my family's household you faggots!" William's dad screamed at him and Sisky.
"But what about my st..."
"Out!"
Will's mom just sat there.
The couple ran out of the house, that now much resembled hell, and into Sisky's car.
"How could I ever think us telling them was a good idea. Damn it. Damn it!" Will sobbed.
Sisky tried to touch his arm.
William hit it away.
But Sisky wasn't mad. He knew that Will had just lost an entire family and that must feel worse than a 10 yard needle stabbing into your heart.
How could Will's family be so insensitive? Couldn't they just understand? Sisky thought the worse that could've happened was an intervention from a priest or something. Nothing like this. Not disowning him and kicking him out of the house.
Well at least they had sold the house to Brendon and Ryan.
After several minutes of crying Will finally settled down.
"Bill, are you ok?" Sisky looked at him.
Will responded to this by turning on the car stereo and the beginning of My Chemical Romance's "I'm Not Okay" started.
"Oh Will. Come on let's go far away from here."
"Wait." Will got out of the car.
He bent down, picked up a rock and threw it at the window. The glass shattered. Then Will hopped right back into the car.
"Sorry I wanted to do that for a long time." Bill half smiled.
Sisky wiped his tears with his thumb and when Will's dad was looking, just for good measure, kissed him directly on the lips.
"I love you, no matter what."
"I love you too."
It was then William's dad just walked away disgusted. Sisky knew he had read their lips.
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Ryan drove the car with ease. Brendon could do nothing but look at him. Him with his soulful eyes, sexy mouth and perfect nose. He couldn't believe he had just spent an entire month making love to this guy. How was he worthy?
Maybe because he's Brendon fucking Urie?
They decided it was time to leave their lovers fantasy world. Reality just played in way too much into life.
It had been nearly 4 hours since they left LA. They were on a mission. Like James Bond.
Only WAY sexier.
Somehow Ryan had been able to get a hold of a Las Vegas phone book and find the address that they so desperately needed.
Now they were at their destination. The house seemed shitty. Like someone had actually thrown dirt on it.
Ryan double checked the address. "Yep we're here."
"Ok cool. Let's do this," Brendon had gotten a lot more confident since him and Ryan had um... had their fun in the bathtub. And Ryan couldn't find it any more appealing.
Brendon hit the doorbell.
A guy answered. He was wearing a Nevada Wolf Pack baseball cap backwards and baggy jeans.
He looked a shitload like Kevin Federline before the divorce.
"Whaddya want?"
"Is uh Chelsea Carmichael here?" Brendon asked.
"Who for?"
"An old friend."
"Yo Chelsea!"
A woman wearing stripper boots, a black leather corset and a red school girl skirt walked up to the door. "Brendon? Brendon Urie? Wow, you really ARE desperate aren't you? You wanna make up for Junior Prom?"
The "wolf" guy looked awkward. "I'm gonna go get wasted. See you at the strip club," he kissed her cheek and walked out.
"Chels I'm just here to tell you why we never worked out," Brendon looked her straight in the eyes.
"Oh yeah why?"
Brendon took Ryan's face and mashed their lips together. Only this time it happened both of them had planned it and it was very convincing. After what you would say a somewhat almost "over-done" make out, Brendon came out for air.
"BECAUSE HE'S A MILLION TIMES SEXIER THAN YOU AND HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE TO WORK A POLE!" Brendon hollered and grabbed Ry's hand. They ran away to the car. Kissing along the way.
In the car driving straight back to fantasy, Ryan and Brendon both now knew they would be together forever.
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THE END.
THANKS TO SHANNON FOR THE BANNER. AND THE WORD DENOUEMENT.
sorry guys i cant kill it.
new fan fic coming up.
it will have twice the twists
and maybe itll be twice as good
i love you guys
thank you shellxfobxfan for being my favorite fan ever
be on the look out for "It's Not A Side Affect Of Cocaine. I'm Thinking It Must Be Love."
Author: xwbsmyhbx
Rating:PG13 [for now]
Pairing: wisky and ryden
POV: third
Summary::william beckett has lived a very conservative life. this may all
change when he moves in with his best friend Sisky in Hollywood and figures out
who he really is. Then they meet two more best friends Ryan and Brendon who seem
to have... tension as well.
Disclaimer: faker than fake
Author Notes: you want more? you got more =]]
Will's eyes welled up with tears.
Sisky grabbed his hand.
"Now get out of my family's household you faggots!" William's dad screamed at him and Sisky.
"But what about my st..."
"Out!"
Will's mom just sat there.
The couple ran out of the house, that now much resembled hell, and into Sisky's car.
"How could I ever think us telling them was a good idea. Damn it. Damn it!" Will sobbed.
Sisky tried to touch his arm.
William hit it away.
But Sisky wasn't mad. He knew that Will had just lost an entire family and that must feel worse than a 10 yard needle stabbing into your heart.
How could Will's family be so insensitive? Couldn't they just understand? Sisky thought the worse that could've happened was an intervention from a priest or something. Nothing like this. Not disowning him and kicking him out of the house.
Well at least they had sold the house to Brendon and Ryan.
After several minutes of crying Will finally settled down.
"Bill, are you ok?" Sisky looked at him.
Will responded to this by turning on the car stereo and the beginning of My Chemical Romance's "I'm Not Okay" started.
"Oh Will. Come on let's go far away from here."
"Wait." Will got out of the car.
He bent down, picked up a rock and threw it at the window. The glass shattered. Then Will hopped right back into the car.
"Sorry I wanted to do that for a long time." Bill half smiled.
Sisky wiped his tears with his thumb and when Will's dad was looking, just for good measure, kissed him directly on the lips.
"I love you, no matter what."
"I love you too."
It was then William's dad just walked away disgusted. Sisky knew he had read their lips.
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Ryan drove the car with ease. Brendon could do nothing but look at him. Him with his soulful eyes, sexy mouth and perfect nose. He couldn't believe he had just spent an entire month making love to this guy. How was he worthy?
Maybe because he's Brendon fucking Urie?
They decided it was time to leave their lovers fantasy world. Reality just played in way too much into life.
It had been nearly 4 hours since they left LA. They were on a mission. Like James Bond.
Only WAY sexier.
Somehow Ryan had been able to get a hold of a Las Vegas phone book and find the address that they so desperately needed.
Now they were at their destination. The house seemed shitty. Like someone had actually thrown dirt on it.
Ryan double checked the address. "Yep we're here."
"Ok cool. Let's do this," Brendon had gotten a lot more confident since him and Ryan had um... had their fun in the bathtub. And Ryan couldn't find it any more appealing.
Brendon hit the doorbell.
A guy answered. He was wearing a Nevada Wolf Pack baseball cap backwards and baggy jeans.
He looked a shitload like Kevin Federline before the divorce.
"Whaddya want?"
"Is uh Chelsea Carmichael here?" Brendon asked.
"Who for?"
"An old friend."
"Yo Chelsea!"
A woman wearing stripper boots, a black leather corset and a red school girl skirt walked up to the door. "Brendon? Brendon Urie? Wow, you really ARE desperate aren't you? You wanna make up for Junior Prom?"
The "wolf" guy looked awkward. "I'm gonna go get wasted. See you at the strip club," he kissed her cheek and walked out.
"Chels I'm just here to tell you why we never worked out," Brendon looked her straight in the eyes.
"Oh yeah why?"
Brendon took Ryan's face and mashed their lips together. Only this time it happened both of them had planned it and it was very convincing. After what you would say a somewhat almost "over-done" make out, Brendon came out for air.
"BECAUSE HE'S A MILLION TIMES SEXIER THAN YOU AND HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE TO WORK A POLE!" Brendon hollered and grabbed Ry's hand. They ran away to the car. Kissing along the way.
In the car driving straight back to fantasy, Ryan and Brendon both now knew they would be together forever.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
THE END.
THANKS TO SHANNON FOR THE BANNER. AND THE WORD DENOUEMENT.
sorry guys i cant kill it.
new fan fic coming up.
it will have twice the twists
and maybe itll be twice as good
i love you guys
thank you shellxfobxfan for being my favorite fan ever
be on the look out for "It's Not A Side Affect Of Cocaine. I'm Thinking It Must Be Love."