What He Has In Looks, He Lacks In Courtesy[3/?]
Title:What He Has In Looks, He Lacks In Courtesy[3/?]
Author: casualyobsessed
Rating:PG-13
Pairing:Brendon/Mikey
POV:Third
Summary:The perfect day had turned into a perfect hell.
Disclaimer:Definitely don't own. The boys, that is. Idea is mine.
Author Notes: Un-beta'd. Crazy.
One.
Two.
Brendon tried to pretend his heart wasn't about to hammer out of his chest as he pulled up in front of the old Victorian house. He was saved the trip up the walk, which was looking longer and longer by the minute, by Mikey coming to him. He leaned over and opened the door for him.
"Thanks," Mikey said, smiling. God, he was adorable when he smiled. Brendon noticed that his glasses were crooked, making him conscious of his own red frames.
"Any-anytime," Brendon stuttered. He blushed from embarrassment and ducked his head. Then he remembered. "There's a new horror downtown. You wanna catch that?"
"You won't get in trouble?"
"It's not really a horror, just a scary movie. It's PG-13, if that's what you mean."
"Aren't you, like, Jewish or something?"
"Mormon." Brendon hated that word. It reminded him of his sins, his one-way ticket to hell.
"Wait."
Brendon had been about to pull away from the curb. "What?
"Are you sure you want to do this? Are you sure you won't get in trouble?"
"Why would I?" Brendon mentally urged him not to say what he felt sure was about to be said.
"You're going out with a guy."
"I can have a boyfriend if I want." Damn it, Brendon, he thought. Don't scare him off.
"Isn't it, like, a sin?"
Brendon paused. "Yes. I'm going to hell. And if we don't get going, we'll be late." He pulled away from the curb and into the road.
"You seem pretty cool about it," Mikey muttered. Brendon shrugged.
"Adam and Eve damned us all anyway. Besides, this religion is so stupid. Full of stupid hypocrites and closed-minded idiots." Mikey just stared at him. "They say that God loves everyone. But then they say he hates homosexuals." Brendon saw flashing lights and a familiar red car. "Shit."
"What?"
"That's Brent's car."
The car was turned onto the sidewalk. The rear tires were still situated on the road; a tree was shoved into the fresh bend of the hood. A police officer was talking to Brent. Brendon turned off the car.
"Go see what happened," Mikey whispered in his ear. Brendon's stomach tightened.
"Yeah, okay." Brendon climbed out of the car. Mikey smiled at him. Brendon returned it before walking towards the officer.
A crowd had gathered around the sidewalk. Brendon pushed his way through it.
"How did this happen, son?" the officer asked.
"There was a cat in the road," Brent told him. "I didn't want to hit it."
"Well, it looks like we've got the information we need. Do you have someone to take you home?"
"Damn it, Brent," Brendon said, walking toward them once more. "That was a new car, too." He hoped his face didn't show the laughter bubbling inside him. "Come on."
"You taking him home?" the officer asked.
"Yes, sir," Brendon replied.
"Good. You got manners, boy."
"Thank you, sir. Let's go, Brent."
Brendon grabbed Brent's arm and pulled him towards him own car. Brent climbed in the back.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Taking you a few blocks and dropping you off. I got plans, and they don't involve driving you around." Brendon buckled the seat belt and pulled back into the street. "Seriously, a cat? Was that the best you could think of?"
"It was off the top of my head. And I thought it was pretty good." He noticed Mikey. "What's up, Way?"
"Not much. What about you? What was up with the car?"
Brendon gripped the steering wheel tighter. Two blocks.
"Ryan called me. I told him to shove it."
Brendon stopped the car at the corner.
"Out."
"What--"
"Out." Brendon couldn't even bring himself to look at Brent.
"What are you--"
"Get the hell out of my car!" Brendon shouted, whipping around to glare at Brent. Brent looked taken aback by Brendon's voice. He fumbled for the door handle and climbed out of the car. The moment his entire body was out of the car, he slammed the door and took off running. Brendon turned back around.
"You okay?" Mikey asked, taking his hand.
"Yeah," Brendon said. "Come on, the theater's only a few more blocks."
They rode the rest of the trip in silence. Brendon bought the tickets and they slipped into the back of the theater. No more than twenty minutes in, Brendon felt Mikey's eyes on him. He turned.
"What?"
Mikey kissed him. Brendon was about to grab his hand when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out.
"Yeah?" he whispered.
"Dude, we've got a problem." It was Brent.
"Look, asshole, I don't car about your--"
"Ryan came out to his dad," Brent interrupted him. "He told him to get out."
"Shit."
"What?" Mikey asked.
"Tell him I'll get him, Brent," Brendon said. With a quick goodbye, he closed the phone. "Sorry, Mikey, but I gotta go. Ryan needs me."
"I'm coming."
"What?" Mikey was already standing.
"Let's go?"
Mikey pulled him up out of his seat. Brendon didn't even have time to react before he was at his own car. He climbed in and started it.
"What happened to Ryan?" Mikey asked.
"He came out to his parents. His dad's never been too proud of him."
"So he told him to get out?"
"Exactly." Brendon turned onto Ryan's street. Ryan had two backpacks; one Brendon knew held his books, the other he assumed held clothes. Brendon pulled over. Ryan stole a glance back at his house before climbing in.
"What were you two doing?"
"Watching a movie," Brendon said. "But you're more important."
"You sure this is cool?" Ryan asked.
"Yeah. My parents won't mind. You know you're always welcome with us, to quote my mom."
"Remind me to thank her. A lot. With a thousand hugs."
They pulled up in front of Mikey's house.
"Sorry," Brendon muttered.
"Hey." Mikey tilted Brendon's chin up and kissed him. "Don't worry about it. See ya, Ryan."
"Bye."
Mikey shut the door and steered away from the curb. The perfect day had turned into a perfect hell.
Author: casualyobsessed
Rating:PG-13
Pairing:Brendon/Mikey
POV:Third
Summary:The perfect day had turned into a perfect hell.
Disclaimer:Definitely don't own. The boys, that is. Idea is mine.
Author Notes: Un-beta'd. Crazy.
One.
Two.
Brendon tried to pretend his heart wasn't about to hammer out of his chest as he pulled up in front of the old Victorian house. He was saved the trip up the walk, which was looking longer and longer by the minute, by Mikey coming to him. He leaned over and opened the door for him.
"Thanks," Mikey said, smiling. God, he was adorable when he smiled. Brendon noticed that his glasses were crooked, making him conscious of his own red frames.
"Any-anytime," Brendon stuttered. He blushed from embarrassment and ducked his head. Then he remembered. "There's a new horror downtown. You wanna catch that?"
"You won't get in trouble?"
"It's not really a horror, just a scary movie. It's PG-13, if that's what you mean."
"Aren't you, like, Jewish or something?"
"Mormon." Brendon hated that word. It reminded him of his sins, his one-way ticket to hell.
"Wait."
Brendon had been about to pull away from the curb. "What?
"Are you sure you want to do this? Are you sure you won't get in trouble?"
"Why would I?" Brendon mentally urged him not to say what he felt sure was about to be said.
"You're going out with a guy."
"I can have a boyfriend if I want." Damn it, Brendon, he thought. Don't scare him off.
"Isn't it, like, a sin?"
Brendon paused. "Yes. I'm going to hell. And if we don't get going, we'll be late." He pulled away from the curb and into the road.
"You seem pretty cool about it," Mikey muttered. Brendon shrugged.
"Adam and Eve damned us all anyway. Besides, this religion is so stupid. Full of stupid hypocrites and closed-minded idiots." Mikey just stared at him. "They say that God loves everyone. But then they say he hates homosexuals." Brendon saw flashing lights and a familiar red car. "Shit."
"What?"
"That's Brent's car."
The car was turned onto the sidewalk. The rear tires were still situated on the road; a tree was shoved into the fresh bend of the hood. A police officer was talking to Brent. Brendon turned off the car.
"Go see what happened," Mikey whispered in his ear. Brendon's stomach tightened.
"Yeah, okay." Brendon climbed out of the car. Mikey smiled at him. Brendon returned it before walking towards the officer.
A crowd had gathered around the sidewalk. Brendon pushed his way through it.
"How did this happen, son?" the officer asked.
"There was a cat in the road," Brent told him. "I didn't want to hit it."
"Well, it looks like we've got the information we need. Do you have someone to take you home?"
"Damn it, Brent," Brendon said, walking toward them once more. "That was a new car, too." He hoped his face didn't show the laughter bubbling inside him. "Come on."
"You taking him home?" the officer asked.
"Yes, sir," Brendon replied.
"Good. You got manners, boy."
"Thank you, sir. Let's go, Brent."
Brendon grabbed Brent's arm and pulled him towards him own car. Brent climbed in the back.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Taking you a few blocks and dropping you off. I got plans, and they don't involve driving you around." Brendon buckled the seat belt and pulled back into the street. "Seriously, a cat? Was that the best you could think of?"
"It was off the top of my head. And I thought it was pretty good." He noticed Mikey. "What's up, Way?"
"Not much. What about you? What was up with the car?"
Brendon gripped the steering wheel tighter. Two blocks.
"Ryan called me. I told him to shove it."
Brendon stopped the car at the corner.
"Out."
"What--"
"Out." Brendon couldn't even bring himself to look at Brent.
"What are you--"
"Get the hell out of my car!" Brendon shouted, whipping around to glare at Brent. Brent looked taken aback by Brendon's voice. He fumbled for the door handle and climbed out of the car. The moment his entire body was out of the car, he slammed the door and took off running. Brendon turned back around.
"You okay?" Mikey asked, taking his hand.
"Yeah," Brendon said. "Come on, the theater's only a few more blocks."
They rode the rest of the trip in silence. Brendon bought the tickets and they slipped into the back of the theater. No more than twenty minutes in, Brendon felt Mikey's eyes on him. He turned.
"What?"
Mikey kissed him. Brendon was about to grab his hand when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out.
"Yeah?" he whispered.
"Dude, we've got a problem." It was Brent.
"Look, asshole, I don't car about your--"
"Ryan came out to his dad," Brent interrupted him. "He told him to get out."
"Shit."
"What?" Mikey asked.
"Tell him I'll get him, Brent," Brendon said. With a quick goodbye, he closed the phone. "Sorry, Mikey, but I gotta go. Ryan needs me."
"I'm coming."
"What?" Mikey was already standing.
"Let's go?"
Mikey pulled him up out of his seat. Brendon didn't even have time to react before he was at his own car. He climbed in and started it.
"What happened to Ryan?" Mikey asked.
"He came out to his parents. His dad's never been too proud of him."
"So he told him to get out?"
"Exactly." Brendon turned onto Ryan's street. Ryan had two backpacks; one Brendon knew held his books, the other he assumed held clothes. Brendon pulled over. Ryan stole a glance back at his house before climbing in.
"What were you two doing?"
"Watching a movie," Brendon said. "But you're more important."
"You sure this is cool?" Ryan asked.
"Yeah. My parents won't mind. You know you're always welcome with us, to quote my mom."
"Remind me to thank her. A lot. With a thousand hugs."
They pulled up in front of Mikey's house.
"Sorry," Brendon muttered.
"Hey." Mikey tilted Brendon's chin up and kissed him. "Don't worry about it. See ya, Ryan."
"Bye."
Mikey shut the door and steered away from the curb. The perfect day had turned into a perfect hell.