Prom Night 'Ryden' CH. 12

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Brendon stared at the crack in his ceiling. It was small, but nonetheless it posed a great deal of damage to the house. He couldn’t stop thinking about Ryan. His parents would find out eventually, he’d have to tell them. Sometimes life seemed so unfair, people seemed to judge everything they didn’t like. Although Brendon knew he should’ve ignored this judging, some things are hard to avoid. When it’s the people that brought you life who are scolding you, it’s hard not to listen.

He stretched his hand to his nightstand to turn the dim light the lamp was offering off. He heard a car pull up in the driveway and somehow he just knew it was his parents. Almost as if by telepathical instinct.

After some fidgeting with the house door and a jangle of keys, the door finally creaked open.

“I didn’t expect to get home early.”

“Thank Goodness they cancelled the last showing.”

“I was getting sick of those protesters.”

“Now, now James, no reason to get upset over it.”

“Martha, California voted and their votes banned gay marriage, why are we to blame?”

Brendon’s pupils widened and he pressed his ear to the door.

“Well we were easy targets for being against it, of course there would be protesters outside the church. It’s not like you didn’t expect it when we got called to the church.”

“Martha, they held signs saying ‘You have three wives, I want one husband’, that is a complete stereotype.”

“Well Johnathan has two wives…”

“That’s not the point!”

“He’s our son!”

“Martha….why are you defending them, I know you think it’s wrong and disgusting. And it bloody well is!”

“It’s not like they were being vicious or anything. They might have been the nicest protesters I have ever seen.”

Brendon lay his head on his pillow in shame. The thought of telling his parents about Ryan was completely out of the question, especially now.

James shrugged at Martha and headed to the bathroom.

“It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.” He slammed the door, unaware that Brendon was even in the house, or asleep.

Martha headed into Brendon’s room, creeping silently. She took a seat on his bed, careful not to wake him while gently stroking his hair.

“It’s like you’re the only one keeping us together. Don’t ever stop, baby.” She slowly whispered to Brendon before taking her leave, dismissing the tear that fell down Brendon’s face, unnoticed.

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Ryan smiled at the approaching figure, the curvaceous one he had grown to love. The one he lusted every night for. The only thing that made his life worth living.

“You look happy today.”

“Only when you’re around.” Brendon blushed at Ryan’s sweet comment and he leaned in for a kiss, but quickly pulled back.

“Sorry…I..-”

“It’s okay, I know. Why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re flinch-ey, and nervous. There’s obviously something wrong.” Brendon absolutely hated how Ryan could decipher his every move. He also loved it as well.

“Did your parents find out about the car or something?” Brendon’s face soon drained its color.

“No, not yet…”

“Then what is it? You’re worrying me.” The two boys faces were only centimeters apart now and Brendon couldn’t help but feel as if reality wasn’t real. He found so much sympathy in Ryan’s hazel eyes that glistened ever so slightly. Was this feeling really wrong?

“It’s my parents…they went to a church to fight back against gay protesters.”

“Oh…I’m sorry.”

“Me too.” Brendon gave one sympathetic look back to Ryan before retreating to class as the bell rang. He needed some time to sort things out, but he knew he made Ryan feel worse than he himself had. Either way, in the end someone was going to get hurt. It was a life lesson, but there was no use in making everyone hurt.

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‘Happiness is only the insane asylum from which we reveal our fears to.

You don‘t have to keep me in the dark about this. I wanna help you. I‘m not pushing you to do anything you don‘t want. I‘m sure your parents want you to be happy.’

Brendon tried to flash a smile at Ryan but it only earned him a heapful of trouble.

“Urie, Ross, where are the rough drafts of your project.”

Ryan timidly looked at Ms. Cancel.

“Uhm, no disrespect intended, but what project Ms. Cancel?” And right then Ryan wished he hadn’t said anything.

“Looks like detention ought to do both of you boys some good. It seemed to work so well last time.”

Both boys groaned, but somehow detention seemed to uplift their spirits. It had opened their eyes to each other for the very first time.

Ms. Cancel walked back to her desk, a big smile plastered upon her face. She probably thought she looked cynical to her students, but she had a reason for doing the things she did, even if everyone else failed to notice.

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The whole day had been pretty weary on Brendon. At lunch, he sat next to Ryan and didn’t speak a word, only mentally complained about the school lunches. The school had seemed to ignore him nowadays, and somehow he was glad about it. He quit the soccer team, as he liked to think, in reality he was kicked off without reason, but it didn’t matter to him. He wasn’t going to protest and get his coach in trouble for being unfair. He knew too well that Juan was his nephew, so of course he didn’t bother. On the bright note, he had been able to avoid one thing; his future. Job counseling had started three months ago. For those who still hadn’t found a major or at least had some plan of what to do, these people would come in looking as sophisticated as they could and try to identify jobs that fit with someone’s personality. Brendon was having an in-depth battle with himself, he couldn’t handle his future, if there was to even be one. Besides, it’s not as if these people had an idea of what they were doing. Most of them were screw-ups themselves looking for a way to redeem their past mistakes. In this situation, he was alone, or so he thought.

The last bell to signal that school was out had rung, and as if by instinct Ryan was already at Ms. Cancel’s.

“Ryan, good to see you in one piece.” Ms. Cancel looked unbelievably friendly and Ryan was a tad curious.

“I suppose it’s good to be in one piece”, he chuckled nervously, as he made his way to the small storage closet to pick up his gum-scraper.

“Would you happen to know where Brendon is?”

“Not exactly, no. I’ll go to the supply room to pick up his scraper though.” Ryan beamed and Ms. Cancel nodded.

*

“Brendon? Is that you?” The supply closet was locked and Ryan could see a scratchy image of a person inside. Besides the note that said to meet him in the closet, he of course didn’t doubt this was Brendon. The door squeaked open as a hand quickly grabbed him.

They were standing where they previously were, the first times their lips collided, except this time, Brendon was the vulnerable one. He looked scared, he looked sad, and he looked broken. Ryan hesitated for a moment before meshing his lips with Brendon’s…but the experience wasn’t familiar. Brendon pulled away. The he hesitated, thinking about speaking.

“Ryan, I…I need you.” Before Ryan had a moment to respond a pair of lips engulfed him, caressing his own with a tongue begging for an entrance. Brendon’s hands were all over him as he pushed him harshly against the wall. Upon biting his collarbone and groping Ryan’s waist, Brendon whispered apologies. Almost immediately Ryan cupped Brendon’s face in his hands and told him to never apologize again. If anyone was sorry it was Ryan, for not being there when he should have. This time it was him who pushed Brendon against the wall, and neither of them hesitated to make the most of the moment, they were both hard.

“We  can ditch detention. Go to my house, my parents are gone. This time, I need to show you something Brendon. Please.”

“Okay.” Brendon fully kissed Ryan on the lips, sucking a little on his lower one before letting go.

They walked back to Ms. Cancel’s room, failing to realize that their hands were still linked. Fingers perfectly laced and intertwined.

Ms. Cancel took immediate notice of this but pretended not to and stuck her nose in a book to hide her smile. She finally spoke when the two boys embarrassingly unlinked their hands.

“You two can go home, I won’t waste your time from starting your project. Today was just a show of my authority, and it worked. But just please get your work done before prom.

Ryan smiled whole-heartedly and Brendon returned it with a sweet but questioning smile of his own.

“We will.”