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Chapter 7
Ryan wakes up with a hangover and rubs his eyes. He walks over to the mirror to see the damage done and to his surprise his face is smothered in black eye liner.
"Fucking hell, who did that." He said, making his way to the bathroom and giving his face a wash. He doesn't bother having a shower as he walks back into his room and realises he is an hour late for community service.
"FUCK FUCK fuck sake Ryan you absolute douche."
"MUM, MUM!!!?"
"What is it now Ryan?" His mother squeals up the stairs. He is not surprised she is in a bad mood.
"I'm fucking late that's what, will you give me a lift to community service!?" He asks, well, shouts.
"No Ryan, you did this to yourself so you can sort it out yourself. Your 17, you are a big boy and you clean up your own mistakes. Now hurry up, your dad will be back soon and you know how he feels about all of this."
With no reply Ryan slumped over his desk and placed his head in his hand. She was right though. He always did fuck up. He was a fuck up. He still is.
He quickly changed into the nearest pair of jeans and slipped on a plain white tee before jumping out the front door. He switched on his ipod and swiftly exited his street. Before he knew it he had arrived and he could see the others' jumpsuits glowing bright orange in the distance.
Still working on that bloody wall? Fucking hell, it's going to be a great day Ryan.
He entered the locker room and changed into his jumpsuit, tying the arms around his waist and leaving his shirt out. He flung the front doors open hoping to catch the attention of the others whilst not having to talk.
"Wow dude, you seem happy today." Jon said sarcastically, obviously knowing Ryan had a hangover.
"Rough night? Did you stay after we left?" Brendon said.
"Yeah, i spotted Rich after you'd left so i had a few drinks with him. Turns out a few drinks with Rich means more than it seems." Ryan spat out.
"And why so late? I bet you were power wanking over me? Though so, i told you last night and i'll tell you again, you can't resist me, George Ryan Ross." Brendon seductively smiled as he went back to his work.
What a fucking tool. With a lovely smile to make me forgive every sarcastic line.
Ryan quickly shot out of his thoughts, remembering once again that Jon could hear him. Fuck.
"Ugh fuck off Brendon, get over the fact i touched you. And the fact you practically jumped on me and the fact you almost tore out my tongue."
"I can't." Brendon said. "It's that darn strawberry milkshake taste i can't shift. It's just irreplaceable."
"Yeah well maybe you should brush your teeth." Ryan said angrily as he stormed off. Jon swiftly followed.
"Dude what the fuck? Brendon was fucking coming onto you there and you throw it back in his face? Don't even fucking deny you have feelings for him, i bet even Spencer knows so fucking get back there and talk to him god damn it!"
Ryan seemed shocked. Jon was shouting at him like Ryan's mother would. Oh.
"How the fuck do YOU know i have feelings for him? There's such a thing as playful talking you know. I'm just getting along with him."
"Well if getting along with him means thinking dirty thoughts about him, then yes, you are getting along with him."
Jon got up to walk off.
"Your'e getting along with him VERY well." The last words Jon spoke as Ryan was left to think once again.
Ugh fuck Ryan what are you playing at. Stop denying it. Even fucking Spencer knows now. Just go. Just do it. Jon wouldn't tell me to if Brendon didn't feel, well, think the same as me.
You've fallen and you can't get back up, now.
Chapter 7
Ryan wakes up with a hangover and rubs his eyes. He walks over to the mirror to see the damage done and to his surprise his face is smothered in black eye liner.
"Fucking hell, who did that." He said, making his way to the bathroom and giving his face a wash. He doesn't bother having a shower as he walks back into his room and realises he is an hour late for community service.
"FUCK FUCK fuck sake Ryan you absolute douche."
"MUM, MUM!!!?"
"What is it now Ryan?" His mother squeals up the stairs. He is not surprised she is in a bad mood.
"I'm fucking late that's what, will you give me a lift to community service!?" He asks, well, shouts.
"No Ryan, you did this to yourself so you can sort it out yourself. Your 17, you are a big boy and you clean up your own mistakes. Now hurry up, your dad will be back soon and you know how he feels about all of this."
With no reply Ryan slumped over his desk and placed his head in his hand. She was right though. He always did fuck up. He was a fuck up. He still is.
He quickly changed into the nearest pair of jeans and slipped on a plain white tee before jumping out the front door. He switched on his ipod and swiftly exited his street. Before he knew it he had arrived and he could see the others' jumpsuits glowing bright orange in the distance.
Still working on that bloody wall? Fucking hell, it's going to be a great day Ryan.
He entered the locker room and changed into his jumpsuit, tying the arms around his waist and leaving his shirt out. He flung the front doors open hoping to catch the attention of the others whilst not having to talk.
"Wow dude, you seem happy today." Jon said sarcastically, obviously knowing Ryan had a hangover.
"Rough night? Did you stay after we left?" Brendon said.
"Yeah, i spotted Rich after you'd left so i had a few drinks with him. Turns out a few drinks with Rich means more than it seems." Ryan spat out.
"And why so late? I bet you were power wanking over me? Though so, i told you last night and i'll tell you again, you can't resist me, George Ryan Ross." Brendon seductively smiled as he went back to his work.
What a fucking tool. With a lovely smile to make me forgive every sarcastic line.
Ryan quickly shot out of his thoughts, remembering once again that Jon could hear him. Fuck.
"Ugh fuck off Brendon, get over the fact i touched you. And the fact you practically jumped on me and the fact you almost tore out my tongue."
"I can't." Brendon said. "It's that darn strawberry milkshake taste i can't shift. It's just irreplaceable."
"Yeah well maybe you should brush your teeth." Ryan said angrily as he stormed off. Jon swiftly followed.
"Dude what the fuck? Brendon was fucking coming onto you there and you throw it back in his face? Don't even fucking deny you have feelings for him, i bet even Spencer knows so fucking get back there and talk to him god damn it!"
Ryan seemed shocked. Jon was shouting at him like Ryan's mother would. Oh.
"How the fuck do YOU know i have feelings for him? There's such a thing as playful talking you know. I'm just getting along with him."
"Well if getting along with him means thinking dirty thoughts about him, then yes, you are getting along with him."
Jon got up to walk off.
"Your'e getting along with him VERY well." The last words Jon spoke as Ryan was left to think once again.
Ugh fuck Ryan what are you playing at. Stop denying it. Even fucking Spencer knows now. Just go. Just do it. Jon wouldn't tell me to if Brendon didn't feel, well, think the same as me.
You've fallen and you can't get back up, now.
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