A Little Overdramatic
don't own never happened never will
rated adult 4 language and references to prostitution and rape
the show must go on....
=A Little Overdramatic=
BRENDON'S POV
I stood at the bathroom door, watching Ryan doing his hair and makeup. No, we weren't at a show, we were at home in Summerlin. The "Nothing Rhymes With Circus" tour had just ended and Ryan and i were sharing an apartment for the time being. "Where are you gonna go tonight, Ry?", I sighed bitterly and he put down the eyeshadow brush he was holding.
"Probably down by the strip, or by Mount Virginia Park. Why?", he asked innocently, as if I didn't know where he went every fucking night. "Just making sure you don't go home with another one of your 'friends'", I shot and plopped down on the bed, squeezing my eyes shut.
"You know I love you Brendon. But I need the money", he called back and I saw that he was now moving onto straightening his brown hair. "If you really loved me, you wouldn't be selling yourself to random motherfuckers you meet on the street. I could give you the money Ryan!Just take it and stop this!You're breaking my heart...", I yelled and he stared at me frightened. I really hated yelling at him, but it was the only way he would listen.
"I can't. I have to pay for my nana's medicine and insurance and her treatments. She's the only thing I have and I'm her only grandchild, so it's my job... not yours", Ryan replied and finished getting ready. He got his wallet and threw on a pair of checkered Vans. Ryan stood up, straightened his plain black t-shirt and slipped a belt onto his dark blue tight pants. "I love you", he told me, but I pulled away from his oncoming kiss. "Yeah, whatever", I remarked and walked to the living room. Even 'I love you' had lost it's meaning.
He got his wallet and the 'little black book' he kept under the matress and walked outside to the cold Autumn air. I couldn't believe how the lost, broken, abused little boy that I used to know had turned into this cheap-ass hooker. I hated when he would come home at 4 o'clock in the goddamned morning, smelling like another man's sweat and body heat,like cheap liquor, and like cigarette smoke.
Ryan had changed so much and it was killing me to see this angel robbing himself of a real life, just to earn a measly 20 or 35 bucks after fucking some guy. He deserved better, he deserved to be with me and I knew that's what he wanted more than anything in the world. I was the only one who knew, not even Spencer or Jon or Pete knew about his "nightly lifestyle".
I could almost imagine him, wrapped around another man's body, while they touched him. While they fucked into him hard, when they came inside him, when I knew during everything.... he was thinking about me. *Shudder*
I layed in bed all night, tossing and turning, wondering if he was allright. Hoping that he wouldn't get hurt by some drunken asshole. Then my phone rang. Shit. "Hello?", I said into my cell and Ryan was crying on the other line. "Brendon?C-come get me, please!", he sobbed and I shot out of bed and grabbed my hoodie. "Where are you?", I asked quickly. " At the park 2 blocks down from Spencer's mom's house. Hurry!", Ryro cried and I hung up.
I had warned him that one day he would get hurt, and that day had come. My eyes watered with tears as I took sharp turns and ran a red light all to get to where Ryan was. Thank god a cop didn't see me. I reached the park minutes later and ran to the center of the park. Ryan was holding his head in his hands, and coughing out spouts of blood.
"RYAN!", I exclaimed and he stared in my direction. I took him in my arms, examining his injuries. "Ow... Brendon, I'm sorry I didn't listen! I'm sorry I didn't stop!I'm sorry... sorry sorry sorry", he sobbed and I held his chin in my hand. He had a black eye, cuts on his face, bruises on his wrists and all over his pale complexion.
"It's ok. Let's go home and I'll clean you up", I whispered and one of my hot tears fell on his hair. The ride home was silent except fot the groans of Ryan when I went over a bump or hit the brakes.
I carried him inside the house and layed him down on the bed. "What happened?", I forced out and got the 1st Aid Kit. "He... wanted m-me to fuck with his friend, but I didn't want to. And then they.... t-tied me up and... ", he cried and his body shook with sobs.
"Take off your shirt", I whispered gently and he slipped off his white dress shirt with much struggle. I touched his ribs, and none were broken. "I think my wrist is sprained though", he added and I nodded slowly. I cleaned his cuts with alcohol and bandaged his wrist up. "Brendon...I love you. I know I've said it e-everyday but I never meant it. Those words lost their meaning", Ryan muttered and I pushed a strand of his hair behind his ear.
RYAN'S POV
Brendon smiled sadly and his face was merely inches from mine."I love you too", he answered and was about to get off the bed but I grabbed his shirt. "Kiss me", I sighed and he looked at the floor. "I can't... you still taste like your old life." I felt my tears flowing down my cheeks. Then, he kissed my cheek. Fair enough, I thought and he pulled the bedsheets and blanket over us.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his shirtless chest. "Will you kiss me tomorrow?", I asked quietly and traced my name onto his bare skin. "Yep. Goodnight, baby", he said and I missed the feeling of his hand on my hand, his words in my head, his skin on my skin.
"Tomorrow is another day, RyRo. Tomorrow is the start of your new life."
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-Nini
rated adult 4 language and references to prostitution and rape
the show must go on....
=A Little Overdramatic=
BRENDON'S POV
I stood at the bathroom door, watching Ryan doing his hair and makeup. No, we weren't at a show, we were at home in Summerlin. The "Nothing Rhymes With Circus" tour had just ended and Ryan and i were sharing an apartment for the time being. "Where are you gonna go tonight, Ry?", I sighed bitterly and he put down the eyeshadow brush he was holding.
"Probably down by the strip, or by Mount Virginia Park. Why?", he asked innocently, as if I didn't know where he went every fucking night. "Just making sure you don't go home with another one of your 'friends'", I shot and plopped down on the bed, squeezing my eyes shut.
"You know I love you Brendon. But I need the money", he called back and I saw that he was now moving onto straightening his brown hair. "If you really loved me, you wouldn't be selling yourself to random motherfuckers you meet on the street. I could give you the money Ryan!Just take it and stop this!You're breaking my heart...", I yelled and he stared at me frightened. I really hated yelling at him, but it was the only way he would listen.
"I can't. I have to pay for my nana's medicine and insurance and her treatments. She's the only thing I have and I'm her only grandchild, so it's my job... not yours", Ryan replied and finished getting ready. He got his wallet and threw on a pair of checkered Vans. Ryan stood up, straightened his plain black t-shirt and slipped a belt onto his dark blue tight pants. "I love you", he told me, but I pulled away from his oncoming kiss. "Yeah, whatever", I remarked and walked to the living room. Even 'I love you' had lost it's meaning.
He got his wallet and the 'little black book' he kept under the matress and walked outside to the cold Autumn air. I couldn't believe how the lost, broken, abused little boy that I used to know had turned into this cheap-ass hooker. I hated when he would come home at 4 o'clock in the goddamned morning, smelling like another man's sweat and body heat,like cheap liquor, and like cigarette smoke.
Ryan had changed so much and it was killing me to see this angel robbing himself of a real life, just to earn a measly 20 or 35 bucks after fucking some guy. He deserved better, he deserved to be with me and I knew that's what he wanted more than anything in the world. I was the only one who knew, not even Spencer or Jon or Pete knew about his "nightly lifestyle".
I could almost imagine him, wrapped around another man's body, while they touched him. While they fucked into him hard, when they came inside him, when I knew during everything.... he was thinking about me. *Shudder*
I layed in bed all night, tossing and turning, wondering if he was allright. Hoping that he wouldn't get hurt by some drunken asshole. Then my phone rang. Shit. "Hello?", I said into my cell and Ryan was crying on the other line. "Brendon?C-come get me, please!", he sobbed and I shot out of bed and grabbed my hoodie. "Where are you?", I asked quickly. " At the park 2 blocks down from Spencer's mom's house. Hurry!", Ryro cried and I hung up.
I had warned him that one day he would get hurt, and that day had come. My eyes watered with tears as I took sharp turns and ran a red light all to get to where Ryan was. Thank god a cop didn't see me. I reached the park minutes later and ran to the center of the park. Ryan was holding his head in his hands, and coughing out spouts of blood.
"RYAN!", I exclaimed and he stared in my direction. I took him in my arms, examining his injuries. "Ow... Brendon, I'm sorry I didn't listen! I'm sorry I didn't stop!I'm sorry... sorry sorry sorry", he sobbed and I held his chin in my hand. He had a black eye, cuts on his face, bruises on his wrists and all over his pale complexion.
"It's ok. Let's go home and I'll clean you up", I whispered and one of my hot tears fell on his hair. The ride home was silent except fot the groans of Ryan when I went over a bump or hit the brakes.
I carried him inside the house and layed him down on the bed. "What happened?", I forced out and got the 1st Aid Kit. "He... wanted m-me to fuck with his friend, but I didn't want to. And then they.... t-tied me up and... ", he cried and his body shook with sobs.
"Take off your shirt", I whispered gently and he slipped off his white dress shirt with much struggle. I touched his ribs, and none were broken. "I think my wrist is sprained though", he added and I nodded slowly. I cleaned his cuts with alcohol and bandaged his wrist up. "Brendon...I love you. I know I've said it e-everyday but I never meant it. Those words lost their meaning", Ryan muttered and I pushed a strand of his hair behind his ear.
RYAN'S POV
Brendon smiled sadly and his face was merely inches from mine."I love you too", he answered and was about to get off the bed but I grabbed his shirt. "Kiss me", I sighed and he looked at the floor. "I can't... you still taste like your old life." I felt my tears flowing down my cheeks. Then, he kissed my cheek. Fair enough, I thought and he pulled the bedsheets and blanket over us.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his shirtless chest. "Will you kiss me tomorrow?", I asked quietly and traced my name onto his bare skin. "Yep. Goodnight, baby", he said and I missed the feeling of his hand on my hand, his words in my head, his skin on my skin.
"Tomorrow is another day, RyRo. Tomorrow is the start of your new life."
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-Nini