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A few months go by with Brendon and I being just friends. It’s not so hard when we’re with the guys, but when we’re alone… that’s a different story. The closer we get as friends, the more I want to kiss him. We haven’t kissed since that night. Brendon’s mom has been arrested for trying to whore out to a cop. So Brendon’s Aunt Tammy has been staying with him. The house is clean now, but the smell of alcohol and pot isn’t totally gone. But Air freshener helps. His Aunt doesn’t mind us spending the night, or nights, and she actually likes us. Not in a sick way, she couldn’t have children so she liked all of us being around. Brendon’s grades have improved a lot. I’m still failing PE, mostly because I haven’t bothered to show up. I just feel awkward watching athletic people climb up a rope, or excel at a sport, when I’m lucky if I’m not sent to the nurse. Brendon will be 18 in a few months. He told us all not to get him anything. We ignored him. I’m not sure what to get him yet, but I will. I officially found out that Gerard and Patrick are a couple. Mikey’s girlfriend was caught cheating, by Gerard. Needless to say, they were pretty pissed. I found out that Spencer is a movie FANATIC. And John just kinda went on and did his own thing.
I yawn after being shaken awake by Gerard. It’s a Saturday morning! Isn’t it like Adolescent Law to sleep in Saturday morning? Well whatever… I slowly come to life and look around the room. Gerard is now shaking Mikey awake. Brendon is still drooling with his eyes closed. I quietly move close to him. I bend over him and tickle his sides. He wakes with a loud burst of laughter. He squirms, kicking my feet from under me. Gravity throws me onto him. We stop. Our eyes are locked. There’s still a small dribble of drool down his check. Suddenly I feel everyone’s eyes on us. I’m sure he does to because his ears turn pink. I get off and giggle nervously.
“Why the fuck did you wake us up?” demands a very cranky Mikey Way.
Gerard smiles “You’ll see when we get there.”
I yawn again.
We all crawl into Brendon’s old Hippie Van. Yup, we look like Mystery Inc. Gerard drives, and I sit between him and Brendon.
“One day we have totally got to paint this thing just like the Scooby van… what was it called?” Spencer asks.
“The Mystery Machine.” Brendon and I chorus.
I look over at him and flash a small smile. I can tell this ‘just friends’ thing is annoying us both. The sides of his mouth stretch, revealing his perfect white teeth. I smile again, and then bite my lip. Fighting the urge to lean over and kiss him. Mikey clears his throat loudly. We jump and look straight forward.
“Ok…” Mikey mumbles “Gee where the fuck are we going?”
“Almost there!” he grins.
Mikey rolls his eyes.
We listen to the radio and the song “Womanizer” by Brittany Spears comes on.
“Ugh change this shit!” Mikey groans grumpily.
Before Gerard can change it I start singing along. Brendon goes into a fit of giggles.
“Womanizer Woman- Womanizer, you’re a womanizer. Oh! Womanizer Oh! Womanizer-“ I head bang and start doing corny dances.
The rest of them join in with Brendon’s giggle fit.
The song ends and I myself burst out laughing. Then Gerard pulls into McDonalds.
Mikey glares at him “YOU WOKE ME UP FOR FUCKING McDONALDS!”
Gerard jumps out of the van before Mikey can swing “Here me out!”
Mikey crawls over the front seat and grabs Gerard’s favorite CD and puts it between his hands “You have five fucking seconds!”
The rest of us get out of the van, rolling our eyes.
“OK!” Gerard shouts “Think about it! When’s the last time you’ve have McD’s breakfast?”
Mikey glares at him.
“Jus-Just last week we wanted some and it was already over!” Mikey throws Gerard’s CD to him and storms inside.
“Note to self: Never way Mikey up early.” Brendon says aloud.
I chuckle as we go inside. It smells like French fries, even though it’s breakfast. It’s a little chilly in here as well. The place is deserted except for a few old people. We order our food and sit in a booth. I eat a chicken biscuit and pick at my hash browns. I don’t really like them. I love french-fries but not them. They don’t taste right I guess.
After we finish Mikey is less cranky. Brendon drops everyone off but me. We drop Gerard and Mikey off last.
“Love you guys bye!” we say to each other.
Gerard tosses in “Drive safely!”
Brendon smiles “I will!”
He pulls out of the driveway and remains silent. Then we pull into an empty parking lot.
I give him inquisitive look “What are we doing here?”
He turns off the car and looks at me “We have got to talk.”
I nod. Did he find someone better?
I knew it was a stupid idea to ask him to just be my friends!
Is he better looking than me?
Of course he is!
“Ok about this ‘just friends’ thing…”
I fucking fucked every fucking thing up. FUCK!
I nod.
“I can’t do it anymore.” He turns to face me completely “So, will you please, please be my boyfriend?”
I grin and pull him into a tight hug “Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes!”
He kisses my forehead “Thank God!”
We hug for a long time. Then I look up at him.
“But…”
“What?” he says in a worried tone.
“I don’t want to hide it.”
He smiles “I was going to say that.”
I smile back and move closer, looking into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes. He closes the gap between our lips. We kiss painfully slowly he cups my cheek with his hand. I wrap my hands around his slender neck. He pulls away smiling at me. I can’t help but smile back.
Dad is actually home for a few days so I’m required to be here. She didn’t say Brendon couldn’t come. Dinner with dad is always awkward at some point. Mom made his favorite, Steak (his is bloody), Steamed Broccoli, and mashed potatoes with an insane amount of butter. I can barely eat it, but around dad if you don’t every micro-crumb, you’re wasting food. And you don’t get to make your own plate.
“So how is school going George?” Dad asks with cow blood dripping down his chin.
I blush hearing my unused first name.
Brendon looks around confused “Who’s George?”
I blush more and before anyone can answer I say “Good.”
Brendon looks over at me with an eyebrow raised.
“Oh, Brendon, honey, George is Ryan’s first name.” mom answers.
If possible I blush even more.
“How’s your PE grade?” he says with a mouthful.
I look down “Not…not as good.”
“Yeah? And I ya know how I knew that?”
“H-How?”
“I got a call from your couch, good man, and he told me you haven’t even showed up in a few months!”
“There must be a mistake, honey, I haven’t been called.” Mom says.
He swallows and takes a big drink of his coffee “I know. The PE department only calls me. I waited to be here in person to deliver the news.”
Mom looks over at me “You’ve been skipping?”
“M-mom I-“
“Yeah. George, what kind of retard can’t do a push up?”
I glare at him “You can go-“
“GEORGE!”
Dad and I both look up at her.
Brendon looks confused again.
“Ryan” she looks at me “Why would you skip school?”
“I-it’s just PE…”
“Honey it’s still skipping a class. You can get held back for that. You could get expelled for that!”
“I know ok!” I yell “I know I can be expelled! I know colleges won’t like it! But I can’t do it! I can’t be the one kid in class that can’t climb up a fucking rope! I just look stupid!”
“Language!” mom snaps “Now baby, we can talk to the counselor about an alternate class for you to take, after the weekend.”
“No! A real man would jut deal with it! Actually, a real man could do simple shit like that!” Dad yells, bits of his food flying out of his mouth.
Mom looks over at him, “Stop, I’m taking care of it!”
“You’re always babying the boy! No wonder he’s such a fucking pussy!”
Brendon, who has been able to remain silent until now, glares at my dad “Who gives a shit if he’s any good in PE? He’s good at the stuff that matters! Math, Science, Literacy, History, all the real classes!”
Mom looks over at him “Brendon, sweetie why don’t you go up to Ryan’s room for a few minutes.” She looks over at me “You too.”
Brendon goes to the restroom, so I go ahead to the room. I shake in anger. I grab my radio and throw it against the wall. Even though I trash my radio, I feel a little better. I grab something less valuable, a big rock I found when I was little. I heard running in the hallway, headed to my room. I throw it with all my might at a framed picture of me and my dad, when I was five. The glass shatter and falls to the floor. Brendon and mom run into my room as I grab another framed picture of me and him. I throw it up at the ceiling fan. Shattered glass glitters around the room. Pieces go into my shoulders, arms, legs, everywhere. Brendon rushes over as I go for the tv, not caring about the glass.
He grabs me around my waist and picks me up at ease. He takes me to the bathroom. I’m still shaking angrily. Mom walks in.
“Ry-baby, what-“
“Oh now you’re going to get it!” dad says after looking into my room.
Mom looks over at him “SHUT UP!”
Brendon takes out the glass with a pair of tweezers “Be still” he says calmly.
Somehow I stop shaking. He gets the glass out of me, before himself.
He peroxides all of my cuts. All of the anger has gone away. Instead I feel humiliated for the fit I just threw. I blush again. Mom stays with us, silent like us. Dad went downstairs for a beer. He finishes us both up.
I look down at my feet and mumble “Thanks…”
Brendon smiles weakly “No problem.”
Mom gives me a hug “Are you alright?”
I keep my eyes on the floor and shrug.
She sighs “Love you both… goodnight.”
“night…”
We go to the room; mom got all of the glass up. He pulls me into a tight hug.
I bite my lip “Sorry… that was stupid…”
He smiles “No it wasn’t. I understand, I did have a crack whore mother ya know. And we have gotten into some awful screaming fits.”
I nod, remembering them.
“And you’re dad’s a dick! But they are right though… you shouldn’t skip PE anymore…”
I sigh “I know but… I hate it.”
“I have an idea, just go to PE like normal and I’ll take care of it.”
“What?”
He smiles “It.”
I roll my eyes at him.
I walk into the gym, smelling rubber soles of shoes and sweat. I sigh and go into the locker room to change into my PE uniform. It’s a white tank top with “THE LIONS” Written in orange across my chest and a picture of a lion. The shorts are orange, a bad color on me. I look ridiculously pale. I sigh, hoping that what ever Brendon’s idea is works, soon.
I yawn after being shaken awake by Gerard. It’s a Saturday morning! Isn’t it like Adolescent Law to sleep in Saturday morning? Well whatever… I slowly come to life and look around the room. Gerard is now shaking Mikey awake. Brendon is still drooling with his eyes closed. I quietly move close to him. I bend over him and tickle his sides. He wakes with a loud burst of laughter. He squirms, kicking my feet from under me. Gravity throws me onto him. We stop. Our eyes are locked. There’s still a small dribble of drool down his check. Suddenly I feel everyone’s eyes on us. I’m sure he does to because his ears turn pink. I get off and giggle nervously.
“Why the fuck did you wake us up?” demands a very cranky Mikey Way.
Gerard smiles “You’ll see when we get there.”
I yawn again.
We all crawl into Brendon’s old Hippie Van. Yup, we look like Mystery Inc. Gerard drives, and I sit between him and Brendon.
“One day we have totally got to paint this thing just like the Scooby van… what was it called?” Spencer asks.
“The Mystery Machine.” Brendon and I chorus.
I look over at him and flash a small smile. I can tell this ‘just friends’ thing is annoying us both. The sides of his mouth stretch, revealing his perfect white teeth. I smile again, and then bite my lip. Fighting the urge to lean over and kiss him. Mikey clears his throat loudly. We jump and look straight forward.
“Ok…” Mikey mumbles “Gee where the fuck are we going?”
“Almost there!” he grins.
Mikey rolls his eyes.
We listen to the radio and the song “Womanizer” by Brittany Spears comes on.
“Ugh change this shit!” Mikey groans grumpily.
Before Gerard can change it I start singing along. Brendon goes into a fit of giggles.
“Womanizer Woman- Womanizer, you’re a womanizer. Oh! Womanizer Oh! Womanizer-“ I head bang and start doing corny dances.
The rest of them join in with Brendon’s giggle fit.
The song ends and I myself burst out laughing. Then Gerard pulls into McDonalds.
Mikey glares at him “YOU WOKE ME UP FOR FUCKING McDONALDS!”
Gerard jumps out of the van before Mikey can swing “Here me out!”
Mikey crawls over the front seat and grabs Gerard’s favorite CD and puts it between his hands “You have five fucking seconds!”
The rest of us get out of the van, rolling our eyes.
“OK!” Gerard shouts “Think about it! When’s the last time you’ve have McD’s breakfast?”
Mikey glares at him.
“Jus-Just last week we wanted some and it was already over!” Mikey throws Gerard’s CD to him and storms inside.
“Note to self: Never way Mikey up early.” Brendon says aloud.
I chuckle as we go inside. It smells like French fries, even though it’s breakfast. It’s a little chilly in here as well. The place is deserted except for a few old people. We order our food and sit in a booth. I eat a chicken biscuit and pick at my hash browns. I don’t really like them. I love french-fries but not them. They don’t taste right I guess.
After we finish Mikey is less cranky. Brendon drops everyone off but me. We drop Gerard and Mikey off last.
“Love you guys bye!” we say to each other.
Gerard tosses in “Drive safely!”
Brendon smiles “I will!”
He pulls out of the driveway and remains silent. Then we pull into an empty parking lot.
I give him inquisitive look “What are we doing here?”
He turns off the car and looks at me “We have got to talk.”
I nod. Did he find someone better?
I knew it was a stupid idea to ask him to just be my friends!
Is he better looking than me?
Of course he is!
“Ok about this ‘just friends’ thing…”
I fucking fucked every fucking thing up. FUCK!
I nod.
“I can’t do it anymore.” He turns to face me completely “So, will you please, please be my boyfriend?”
I grin and pull him into a tight hug “Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes!”
He kisses my forehead “Thank God!”
We hug for a long time. Then I look up at him.
“But…”
“What?” he says in a worried tone.
“I don’t want to hide it.”
He smiles “I was going to say that.”
I smile back and move closer, looking into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes. He closes the gap between our lips. We kiss painfully slowly he cups my cheek with his hand. I wrap my hands around his slender neck. He pulls away smiling at me. I can’t help but smile back.
Dad is actually home for a few days so I’m required to be here. She didn’t say Brendon couldn’t come. Dinner with dad is always awkward at some point. Mom made his favorite, Steak (his is bloody), Steamed Broccoli, and mashed potatoes with an insane amount of butter. I can barely eat it, but around dad if you don’t every micro-crumb, you’re wasting food. And you don’t get to make your own plate.
“So how is school going George?” Dad asks with cow blood dripping down his chin.
I blush hearing my unused first name.
Brendon looks around confused “Who’s George?”
I blush more and before anyone can answer I say “Good.”
Brendon looks over at me with an eyebrow raised.
“Oh, Brendon, honey, George is Ryan’s first name.” mom answers.
If possible I blush even more.
“How’s your PE grade?” he says with a mouthful.
I look down “Not…not as good.”
“Yeah? And I ya know how I knew that?”
“H-How?”
“I got a call from your couch, good man, and he told me you haven’t even showed up in a few months!”
“There must be a mistake, honey, I haven’t been called.” Mom says.
He swallows and takes a big drink of his coffee “I know. The PE department only calls me. I waited to be here in person to deliver the news.”
Mom looks over at me “You’ve been skipping?”
“M-mom I-“
“Yeah. George, what kind of retard can’t do a push up?”
I glare at him “You can go-“
“GEORGE!”
Dad and I both look up at her.
Brendon looks confused again.
“Ryan” she looks at me “Why would you skip school?”
“I-it’s just PE…”
“Honey it’s still skipping a class. You can get held back for that. You could get expelled for that!”
“I know ok!” I yell “I know I can be expelled! I know colleges won’t like it! But I can’t do it! I can’t be the one kid in class that can’t climb up a fucking rope! I just look stupid!”
“Language!” mom snaps “Now baby, we can talk to the counselor about an alternate class for you to take, after the weekend.”
“No! A real man would jut deal with it! Actually, a real man could do simple shit like that!” Dad yells, bits of his food flying out of his mouth.
Mom looks over at him, “Stop, I’m taking care of it!”
“You’re always babying the boy! No wonder he’s such a fucking pussy!”
Brendon, who has been able to remain silent until now, glares at my dad “Who gives a shit if he’s any good in PE? He’s good at the stuff that matters! Math, Science, Literacy, History, all the real classes!”
Mom looks over at him “Brendon, sweetie why don’t you go up to Ryan’s room for a few minutes.” She looks over at me “You too.”
Brendon goes to the restroom, so I go ahead to the room. I shake in anger. I grab my radio and throw it against the wall. Even though I trash my radio, I feel a little better. I grab something less valuable, a big rock I found when I was little. I heard running in the hallway, headed to my room. I throw it with all my might at a framed picture of me and my dad, when I was five. The glass shatter and falls to the floor. Brendon and mom run into my room as I grab another framed picture of me and him. I throw it up at the ceiling fan. Shattered glass glitters around the room. Pieces go into my shoulders, arms, legs, everywhere. Brendon rushes over as I go for the tv, not caring about the glass.
He grabs me around my waist and picks me up at ease. He takes me to the bathroom. I’m still shaking angrily. Mom walks in.
“Ry-baby, what-“
“Oh now you’re going to get it!” dad says after looking into my room.
Mom looks over at him “SHUT UP!”
Brendon takes out the glass with a pair of tweezers “Be still” he says calmly.
Somehow I stop shaking. He gets the glass out of me, before himself.
He peroxides all of my cuts. All of the anger has gone away. Instead I feel humiliated for the fit I just threw. I blush again. Mom stays with us, silent like us. Dad went downstairs for a beer. He finishes us both up.
I look down at my feet and mumble “Thanks…”
Brendon smiles weakly “No problem.”
Mom gives me a hug “Are you alright?”
I keep my eyes on the floor and shrug.
She sighs “Love you both… goodnight.”
“night…”
We go to the room; mom got all of the glass up. He pulls me into a tight hug.
I bite my lip “Sorry… that was stupid…”
He smiles “No it wasn’t. I understand, I did have a crack whore mother ya know. And we have gotten into some awful screaming fits.”
I nod, remembering them.
“And you’re dad’s a dick! But they are right though… you shouldn’t skip PE anymore…”
I sigh “I know but… I hate it.”
“I have an idea, just go to PE like normal and I’ll take care of it.”
“What?”
He smiles “It.”
I roll my eyes at him.
I walk into the gym, smelling rubber soles of shoes and sweat. I sigh and go into the locker room to change into my PE uniform. It’s a white tank top with “THE LIONS” Written in orange across my chest and a picture of a lion. The shorts are orange, a bad color on me. I look ridiculously pale. I sigh, hoping that what ever Brendon’s idea is works, soon.
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