Prom Night ‘Ryden’ CH. 5


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Brendon turned around to face a smirking Jose. The volcanic eruption inside of him had begun to rumble. Ryan had never seen him before like this. Sure he was barely conscious when Brendon had saved him from some daily jock brutality, but he was never this rage-full. Pouncing onto Jose whose smirk had disappeared as fast as it had appeared, Brendon positioned himself to throw the biggest punch he’d ever had in his life. His anger engulfed him, but he actually did it not for selfish reasons, such as trying to keep his reputation, but he did it for Ryan. The only thought rushing through his head was how someone could do such a thing to Ryan Ross. What had he ever done to them to deserve such treatment, first using him as their own personal punching bag and now they were about to embarrass him publicly.

Although Brendon’s thoughts were philanthropy-like, one thing he had failed to realize, and that was that maybe Ryan wasn’t embarrassed if everyone had found out about the relationship between the two of them. Who would care about the controversy awaiting to arise, as long as both boys had each other did anything or anyone else really matter? The next thing that escaped Ryan’s mouth had completely blown Brendon away.

“Brendon, don’t touch him!”

“Ryan, what the hell are you talking about, this guy butchers people for no reason. He needs a taste of his own medicine.”

“Brendon, no. Let him go, if you hurt him you’re just as bad.”

“But Ryan he wants to destroy-”

“If you love me, you’ll let him go.” Those last words stung at Brendon as he hesitated before releasing his grip on a fearful Jose. Jose scrambled to his feet glad threat he wasn’t flattened into a wall, but not grateful to Ryan whatsoever.

“I don’t understand Ryan.”

“Really?” Ryan had returned Brendon’s questionable expression by throwing a blue Motorola Razzor in the toilet. He flushed it, and surprisingly it went down, after all the school’s toilets were like a black hole, sucking everything in it’s way, Ryan knew this all too well as he remembered all the horrible encounters he had with the toilets Freshman year, he wondered if Brendon remembered those experiences too as back then he was the first one to pick on Ryan and flush his homework daily so the teachers wouldn’t have evidence that Brendon copied Ryan. Over the last few years though Brendon hadn’t bothered Ryan as much, just a couple of few jokes here and there. He was actually becoming somebody who had empathy for others and Ryan found that the biggest turn-on. He went over to Brendon, and this time it was him who surprised Brendon into one of those oxygen-missing kisses. Brendon let out a barely audible grown as he was pushed against the wall, willingly.

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“I think it’s better if we don’t show up to class together…” Ryan gave Brendon a sad look.

“Oh, well I guess Kaatie wouldn’t like that very much.”

“No Ryan, really it’s not that, it’s just…” Brendon’s voice trailed off.

“No Brendon, I know exactly what it is. You’re afraid you won’t get accepted by your loyal band of brainless idiots.”

“Ryan, you know it’s not like that.” Brendon shuffled his feet a little as the two boys made their way to English class, way too late.

“Then what is it like Brendon, please explain! You keep telling me that you love me but I don’t know if I can believe you, you do a pretty crappy job of showing it.” Brendon didn’t respond with words but simply actions. He held Ryan by his arms against a freshman locker and let his lips talk for him, but to his surprise, Ryan pulled away. He pushed Brendon as hard as he could and managed to knock him down. Brendon, who was still trying to figure out what exactly had happened, didn’t see Ryan run off, walk home, and ditch class. It was only until he got to Ms. Cancel’s room that he was notified of Ryan’s absence.

“Urie, glad you made it to the last three minutes of class. But I do guess that is better than not showing up at all like your gum-scraping partner.” Brendon returned his teacher’s rhetorical smile with a gloomy look. He was not in happy spirits at this point.

“Instead of giving you detention again which would prove completely false I’ll make the final English project your ticket to safety. Did I mention we picked partners? You have a couple of choices, but I think I’ll pair you up with Ryan, working by yourself would be a complete catastrophe.” The class stared at Brendon intently they all half-expected him to object to this but he did no such thing. Objecting would only make his situation worse.

As the bell rang, Ms. Cancel finished up her lecture; “Now don’t forget the project will be due in three months! You are to keep a daily log on the things going on around you and you are to write down your emotional ventures. You and your partner will then create a 200-page novel about your school experiences viewing things philosophically. If I do not feel that you complied your best efforts, you will fail and you will not graduate. Have a nice day everyone, and remember the key fact is to date everything not everyone. These novels will be accessible at Prom! That is all, you may leave.”

Brendon was the last to go and he was still traumatized about what had happened today. He bluntly walked out of class, not noticing that Ms. Cancel was taking mental notes about his behavior and connecting it to Ryan’s absence.

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Laying in his blue, king-sized bed, Ryan let his tears flow. His parents weren’t home yet, in fact they wouldn’t be home for a while, his mother had to bail his father out of jail again and it was a long drive that would require dropping his dad off at rehab for his alcoholic issues.

He couldn’t believe his life at the moment. Everything was falling apart. Everything. But then again, had it ever been together from the start? His pillow was more than damp and his eyes were sore. He’s been at it for 4 hours; to him this was just an ordinary day of dreading his life. Suddenly he remembered something and searched for a small box under his bed. It was a peachy-maroon color with tearstains that washed away the color in big droplets. He took the top off and was stared at the shiny, metal rectangle that had been his best friend last year. He reached for it, but before he could get his hands on an old friend, the doorbell rang. It was a new friend.

Ryan stuffed the box back under his bed and went to the door, he prayed that it wouldn’t be the party-go redneck neighbors from next-door wondering if they could store their drug stashes at his house. The thought of that made him sick, but the person it turned out to be made him sicker, in a good kind of way though. His tummy was an Olympic gymnastic stadium, doing flips faster than his heart had pumped, skipping a beat every now and then.  

“I-” Brendon began, he was wearing his best dressy shirt and had at bouquet of twelve blood-colored roses that looked as beautiful as ever. Before he had the chance to say anything, he was cut off by Ryan who pulled him inside his house by the collar, and drowned Brendon in his tears.

Setting the flowers on the counter beside them, Brendon massaged Ryan’s back and stroked his hair.

“Brendon I’m so sorry, I’m so stu-”

“Shhhh babe, you shouldn’t be apologizing, it’s me who should be doing that. I love you, I hope you know that, and by tomorrow, so will everyone else.” He lowered his face to Ryan’s and buried it out of his shoulder, slowly leaning his forehead against his, he kissed Ryan’s tear’s away before finishing what they had started earlier that day in the hallway. Still embracing Ryan, Brendon kept whispering to him how much he loved him. How much he needed him, and how much of an addiction Ryan really became to him.