Ryden and Joncer. Brendon has no friends, not that it bothers him that much, but when he meets the 'luminous presence' that is Ryan Ross, he's really about to see what he's been missing... Rated fo...
“Good! Bren, can you take Dallon for a walk please!”
“Do I have to? I just got in!” I moaned, just as the 11 month old chocolate Labrador came bounding towards me, eyes wide and pleading.
“Brendon!” She shouted. I knew it wasn’t a question, more of an order.
“FINE!” I reluctantly agreed, taking the leash from the kitchen and attaching it to his collar. I took with me a small notebook and a pen, maybe I could get some lyrics written while I was out. I liked to write lyrics, I wasn’t very good at it but I enjoyed it, I suppose it was a release from everything.
My home life was fine, it was just school that troubled me. I was failing in almost everything except music and I was even going to fail that if I couldn’t find anyone for this ‘group project’ we’d been set.
It’s not that I didn’t have any friends it’s just that….okay; well maybe I had no friends.
Well, what do you expect? I was a My Chemical Romance obsessed, homosexual.
People weren’t exactly begging for friends like me.
I hadn’t been out five minutes before I passed a group of ‘popular’ kids from school.
“Fag” One of them shouted, I didn’t know his name, it didn’t interest me in the slightest.
His bright orange girlfriend gave a high pitched laugh beside him, she was wearing shorts so short I could see way more than I wanted to, and a very small, very see-through top. I stared in disgust.
“Stop checking her out! Emo.” He smiled to himself; apparently they thought ‘emo’ was an insult.
“And why the fuck would I want to check her out?” I saw the anger build up in his eyes, he lunged forward but was stopped by a short boy standing beside him, Pete Wentz, he was in my music class. He wasn’t too bad I suppose. He had black hair and can’t have been taller than 5ft 6. And, thinking about it, he’d never actually said anything or inflicted pain on me.
“Oh right, sorry I forgot, you’re gay” His voice was sarcastic but he still looked angry.
“Dude, let it go” Pete said calmly, leading him away. He turned round and gave me a sympathetic smile. I smiled back.
Dallon barked playfully, nearly pulling me over lunging to get to Pete; he laughed showing all of his stunningly white teeth.
I struggled to pull the hyperactive dog away, earning another killer smile from Pete. Luckily the homophobic asshole and the scarcely dressed walking carrot were engaged in their own activities – sucking each other’s faces.
I smiled at Pete before turning round, dragging Dallon with me.
It didn’t take too long to reach the woods where I liked to walk, there was a stream running down the centre of it that was perfect for sitting by and writing lyrics. I felt really positive about today, I hadn’t been beaten up yet, I’d had a genuine smile from Pete Wentz and I really felt like today was going to be a new beginning...
“Hey, Emo fag!”
I felt a pair of eyes burning into the back of my head.
“Hey! Gayboy, I’m talking to you!”
I kept walking until I felt something hard hit my back, looking down I saw a rock next to my
Oh, they were throwing rocks at me now? How original.
“That got your attention didn’t it?” He sounded pleased with himself.
I looked at him, oh great. Brent Wilson. I honestly don’t know why he’s popular; he had long-ish greasy brown hair and a testosterone-deprived voice.
“What you up to, Urie?” He squawked. I swear this guy spends the majority of his time thinking he’s in a teen movie.
“What does it look like?” I said, sarcastically whilst silently praying Dallon didn’t decide to pounce on him.
“Who are those fags on your shirt?” He gestured towards my ‘Wanted, The Fabulous Kiljoys’ MCR shirt.
“My Chemical Romance” I mumbled.
“Who the fuck are My Chemical Romance?” I stared at him in disbelief, how could anyone not know who they were?
I felt Dallon pull on his leash and suddenly sensed a luminous presence behind me.
“The best band ever”
I spun round to see a boy, no. No boy could be that beautiful. He must have been a God of some sort, a sex God. I understood why my brain thought of him as a ‘luminous presence’ his eyes were nearly golden and the sun reflected off them beautifully. He was wearing an MCR shirt too, different to mine, with grey jeans that were practically skin tight and black converse. He had a tall but slender frame, with dark brown hair that was in a sort of Mohawk but with bangs that fell gracefully over his left eye.
He smiled when he saw my shirt and came over to me,
“This guy giving you trouble?” He didn’t wait for an answer, “Don’t worry, we’ll set Frank on him with his army of dogs”
I laughed, joining in with his game, “Or Gerard could strangle him with his feather boa!”
He laughed too, he had such a perfect laugh, it wasn’t hyperactive like mine, it was perfectly proportioned. “Oh, Mikey could electrocute him!” He clapped his hands together excitedly.
“Just give him a TV and a bathtub!”
“OH, do you like The Cab?”
“Yeah!” I grinned like an idiot.
“Okay, well Ian and Ray could team together in a fabulous bromance and diminish him with their fro’s!”
“A FROMANCE!” I spluttered out, Ryan keeled over laughing; I couldn’t help but notice he had a remarkable ass for someone that skinny.
“What the fuck is up with you two?” Brent backed away. We were just recovering as he ran away from us, most likely to tell everyone he knew that the gay emo had friends.
“I’m Ryan” He said, still chuckling.
“Brendon” I smiled, wiping a tear from my eye.
“Well, Brendon, I’d love to hang out with you sometime, you seem like the type of guy we’d love to have around”
“We?” I couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of jealousy, maybe he had a girlfriend?
“Yeah, I’m in a band with two other guys, but there’s loads of us that just hang around together” He paused, looking thoughtful, “You should feel honoured, we’re very select.” He giggled.
“Well, cool” I was still grinning like a douchebag, my face seemed to have forgotten how to settle itself into any other emotion.
“Hold on” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen, then, to my surprise he grabbed my wrist and started writing a number along my arm. I felt my breathing stutter at the sight of his pale, slender fingers wrapped around my own white wrist.
“There” He smiled triumphantly; I looked down and saw a mobile number, an address, his name and a heart.
My stomach did multiple flips of excitement.
“We’re meeting later at my house, you should come, call me if you get lost” He stroked Dallon’s head, who in turn wagged his tail in content.
“See you later, Brendon” He gave me one last smile and walked off, I noticed a small notebook in his back pocket.
I hoped, more than anything in the world that he was gay, and single. Oh, and that he liked me.
That, that right there would be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.