schmoop_bingo: Take a look at my boyfriend
title: Take a look at my boyfriend
pairing: Rydon
pov: 3rd
rating: PG
prompt: posing as a couple
summary: Pete likes Ryan, but it's not reciprocated. Ryan will ask Brendon,from his music class,for help.
disclaimer: Pete could be their father (loljk), so this ain't true
A/N: Pete is ideally 2 years older than Ryan,Brendon and Spencer,who're all sophomores.
“Oh God,” Ryan groaned, “I can’t stand him anymore.”
“Who?” Spencer asked distractedly, taking his books from the locker for the next lesson.
“Pete, of course!” Ryan replied all irritated, “He’s constantly attached to my hip at any given moment, and it’s already all morning. Every fucking morning. It’s since freshman year that this story goes on, I can’t wait for him to graduate so I can get him out of my hair.”
“Or your ass,” Spencer snickered, earning a hard punch on the arm.
“Spencer!” Ryan hissed outraged, “I don’t even like him ,why would I let him fuck me?”
“You do like him, only you’re playing hard to get. And that, together with his psycho-obsessive-bipolar behavior, makes you act like you hate him.” Spencer analyzed.
Ryan looked at him blankly.
“Ok, ok, you hate his guts because he’s always after you and he’s a psycho-obsessive-bipolar bitch,” Spencer conceded, “That doesn’t forbids you to like him,” he added, trying not to laugh in his best friend’s face.
“I do NOT like him.”
“Do too.”
“Do not.”
“Do too.”
“Oh Jesus, just shut up, okay? I don’t, and that’s my final answer,” Ryan stated before entering the classroom, “But I need a way to push him away from me before graduation, I can’t wait that long,” he pointed out, staring at the blackboard while plotting an anti-Pete plan.
“Do I have to remember you that no one of your plans to get rid of Pete worked in the two years this thing has been going on?”
Ryan rolled his eyes and started taking notes when the lesson began.
~* ~
“I’m a genius,” Ryan proclaimed on his way to the next lesson, always with Spencer.
“Since when?” his best friend retorted.
Ryan ignored him, “I know how to convince Pete I’m not interested in him.”
“Oh, anti-Pete stratagem number 26.0. Shoot,” Spencer was already smirking.
“You have to pretend to be my boyfriend,” the other stated seriously.
“What?!?!” Spencer spluttered.
“It’s not like it’s a secret that I’m gay.” Ryan shrugged.
“I know that, but…don’t you think it’s a bit suspicious that I’m your best friend and suddenly am also your boyfriend, genius?” Spencer raised his eyebrow, “And don’t forget that I’m straight, no matter how much I want to help you,” he added as a second thought when Ryan opened his mouth.
“Couldn’t you pretend to be bi-curious?” the thinner boy suggested tentatively. At Spencer’s firm nod, he pouted, “Then what? It’s not like I know…” he started, but suddenly widened his eyes, staring ahead.
“Ryan?”
“Hey Brendon!” Ryan shouted, jogging to reach a dark haired boy that was heading upstairs.
“Oh, hi Ryan!” Brendon greeted cheerfully.
“I need a HUGE favor,” the other guy pleaded, “Would you become my boyfriend?”
Brendon stared at him with eyes the size of saucers, flushing bright red as soon as those words were out loud.
“I…I…” he started tentatively, but Ryan grabbed his wrist to pull him closer and wrapped an arm around the other’s shoulders, to whisper conspiratorially.
“Do you remember how much I complain about Pete being always after me, right?”
At Brendon’s stuttered nod he continued, “Well, I was thinking that maybe seeing me with someone else would make him renounce.”
“Don’t you think he may fight harder to get you?” Spencer’s voice startled them both and his hint of bitch face intimidated Brendon a little bit, “And again, wouldn’t it be suspicious? I mean, it’s not like you’ve ever showed interest in anybody in particular.”
“Spin, shut your mouth. You didn’t want to help me and now I do it my way,” Ryan affirmed with his nose in the air, pulling a worried Brendon with him to develop the plan.
~* ~
“We basically have to meet at one of our lockers, go to classes together, eat together, and so on. In short, we need the whole school to think we’re together,” Ryan chattered non-stop, too busy explaining his plan, “We should also kiss, ESPECIALLY when Pete is around. Are you a good actor? ‘Cause you should be, I don’t want the plan to be screwed because Pete catches one of us looking at him right before we start a make out session, that’d give us away.”
“Ryan, are you sure this is a good idea? I don-” Brendon started hesitantly, blushing to the tip of his hair, but Ryan didn’t give him the time to interrupt.
“What’s your next lesson? I could pick you up then, and we could have lunch. We should hang out, sometimes, also because we don’t know each other that well and this is a good chance to get more acquainted out of the music class. Don’t worry, it’ll go on smoothly. Someone may have already spread the voice, by the way, when I asked you out in the middle of the hallway.”
“Ryan, I-”
“See you later, then!”
Brendon looked after Ryan and sighed fondly, entering the German class.
~* ~
“Ryan!” an excited voice gave the thin boy the time to brace himself before someone clang to him at high speed, almost making him stumble.
“Pete,” he deadpanned, not looking at the beaming older student.
“What are you having for lunch? Can I offer you something? Would you sit at my table?” Pete rambled on and on, invading every millimeter of the other’s personal space.
With a lot of effort, Ryan managed to pry himself off Pete’s octopus hold and walked away, “Can’t, ‘m busy,” he said, not turning his head but knowing Pete was following him. Perfect.
When the two of them arrived in front of Brendon’s classroom -and Pete hasn’t shut up a second-, the dark haired boy in red framed glasses was already out of the class waiting for Ryan, who smiled brightly and fastened his pace.
“Hi Brendon,” Ryan greeted cheerfully. Brendon turned his head sharply with a shy smile on his face, but barely had the time to spot Pete tailing right behind Ryan because he was being kissed by the latter. He widened his eyes, but remembered the act the two of them (Ryan) decided to put on, and kissed back with enthusiasm.
Pete gaped at the scene in front of him and then at the couple that stalked in front of him, hand in hand.
After he made sure Pete wasn’t right behind them, Ryan demanded an high five from Brendon.
“Thank you so much, man. So, what are you having for lunch?”
“Uh…Some sandwich my mother made, I think.”
“Cool. Come sit with us, I can offer you a pudding or something.”
“O-okay,” Brendon agreed, shrugging his back pack in a more comfortable position. His left hand was still linked with Ryan’s while they walked through the cafeteria, students gawking at them like they grew other limbs, and finally sat in the spots saved by Spencer, who threw a look of disapproval at his best friend and an apologetic one at Brendon.
“Brendon, this is my best friend Spencer. Spencer, this is my boyfriend Brendon,” Ryan introduced with a tiny smug smile on his face.
Spencer rolled his eyes at that, but greeted the poor soul that got sucked into Ryan’s world.
“I’m sorry you got bogged down in all this shit,” he voiced his thoughts in a whisper, looking at Brendon’s apprehensive face.
“Oh, no, it’s…uh…okay, I guess?” the nerdy-looking guy assured before taking a bite of his sandwich.
~* ~
“Ryan! How you doin’?”
“Ryan! Do you want to go to the cinema?”
“Ryan! What are you doing for Christmas?”
Ryan kept ignoring Pete’s attempts to hit on talk to him and steered in the opposite direction, linking arms with Brendon or pulling him away as well.
Brendon noticed how Ryan looked at the senior, and had to agree with Spencer: Ross both loathed and loved the guy.
“Ryan, what do you really think about Pete?”
He never received a clear answer. Ryan’s heated shouts of ‘I can’t stand him!’ weren’t too convincing.
He’d have never imagined it’d hurt like that.
~* ~
Several weeks passed, though graduation was still quite far. That means Pete kept creeping on Ryan, but on the bright side he did it with a minor frequency. Ryan was as distressed as ever, Brendon was always at Ryan’s side, Spencer’s eyes weren’t able to keep still in front of that piteous daily show.
Valentine’s Day was approaching soon, but Ryan didn’t want to take advantage of the day to show his “love” for Brendon because it was too damn cliché and Pete had to understand he had no chances with Ryan quickly: the boy didn’t want to protract the whole dramatics to graduation day.
Huffing and puffing for his internal conflict, Ryan headed to his own locker, where he found Brendon already waiting for him. He smiled out of habit, but also because he was glad to see him (he wasn’t that bad with people, and he genuinely liked the boy).
“Hey B.”
“Hey Ry. Any plan for today?”
“Homework, but I guess I could do them tonight if you want to hang out.”
Brendon nodded and discreetly glanced to his side, spotting Pete laughing with his friends and moving in their direction. When he was sure the path was clear enough for Pete to see the two of them between a student and another, Brendon grabbed Ryan’s polo shirt and pulled him closer, kissing him heatedly. They didn’t notice, but Pete stopped dead in his tracks and stared at them, deaf to the hushed comments of his friends.
The kiss felt different: more electric, more wanted, more genuine. Brendon knew he and Ryan were just pretending to be a couple, but he couldn’t continue ignoring his feelings; on the other hand Ryan understood this is what he wanted all along, posing or not posing he wanted to be with Brendon.
Pete noticed something in this kiss, something that wasn’t there in the past weeks and that allowed him to keep hitting on Ryan, despite everybody said he and Brendon were together-and witnessing it every now and then.
Until now. The senior squared his shoulders and walked ahead, not paying any more attention to the busy couple (but mentally wishing good luck to them, he’s a nice guy like that) followed by his friends, who threw embarrassed glances at the two of them and slightly worried looks at Pete.
Neither Brendon nor Ryan looked like they wanted to separate from each other anytime soon though, not even when Pete was already long gone and the little crowd they drew eventually left. It was Brendon who broke the kiss, not without a bit of disappointment.
“Uh…I think Pete’s gone,” he pointed out shyly.
“Oh. Good,” Ryan distractedly acknowledged it, tearing his eyes off Brendon’s chocolate ones for no more than three seconds, “Thank you very much for your help,” he said in a low voice.
Brendon felt a pang in his chest, but made himself smile, “No problem. That’s what friends are for, isn’t it?”
Ryan looked at him for a long time and made for the combination lock, but dropped his hand and grabbed Brendon by the shoulders to give him a more passionate kiss.
“More than friends?” he finally asked, a bit out of breath.
The black haired boy smiled impossibly wide, his eyes shining behind the bright colored glasses.
“Yes.”
pairing: Rydon
pov: 3rd
rating: PG
prompt: posing as a couple
summary: Pete likes Ryan, but it's not reciprocated. Ryan will ask Brendon,from his music class,for help.
disclaimer: Pete could be their father (loljk), so this ain't true
A/N: Pete is ideally 2 years older than Ryan,Brendon and Spencer,who're all sophomores.
“Oh God,” Ryan groaned, “I can’t stand him anymore.”
“Who?” Spencer asked distractedly, taking his books from the locker for the next lesson.
“Pete, of course!” Ryan replied all irritated, “He’s constantly attached to my hip at any given moment, and it’s already all morning. Every fucking morning. It’s since freshman year that this story goes on, I can’t wait for him to graduate so I can get him out of my hair.”
“Or your ass,” Spencer snickered, earning a hard punch on the arm.
“Spencer!” Ryan hissed outraged, “I don’t even like him ,why would I let him fuck me?”
“You do like him, only you’re playing hard to get. And that, together with his psycho-obsessive-bipolar behavior, makes you act like you hate him.” Spencer analyzed.
Ryan looked at him blankly.
“Ok, ok, you hate his guts because he’s always after you and he’s a psycho-obsessive-bipolar bitch,” Spencer conceded, “That doesn’t forbids you to like him,” he added, trying not to laugh in his best friend’s face.
“I do NOT like him.”
“Do too.”
“Do not.”
“Do too.”
“Oh Jesus, just shut up, okay? I don’t, and that’s my final answer,” Ryan stated before entering the classroom, “But I need a way to push him away from me before graduation, I can’t wait that long,” he pointed out, staring at the blackboard while plotting an anti-Pete plan.
“Do I have to remember you that no one of your plans to get rid of Pete worked in the two years this thing has been going on?”
Ryan rolled his eyes and started taking notes when the lesson began.
~* ~
“I’m a genius,” Ryan proclaimed on his way to the next lesson, always with Spencer.
“Since when?” his best friend retorted.
Ryan ignored him, “I know how to convince Pete I’m not interested in him.”
“Oh, anti-Pete stratagem number 26.0. Shoot,” Spencer was already smirking.
“You have to pretend to be my boyfriend,” the other stated seriously.
“What?!?!” Spencer spluttered.
“It’s not like it’s a secret that I’m gay.” Ryan shrugged.
“I know that, but…don’t you think it’s a bit suspicious that I’m your best friend and suddenly am also your boyfriend, genius?” Spencer raised his eyebrow, “And don’t forget that I’m straight, no matter how much I want to help you,” he added as a second thought when Ryan opened his mouth.
“Couldn’t you pretend to be bi-curious?” the thinner boy suggested tentatively. At Spencer’s firm nod, he pouted, “Then what? It’s not like I know…” he started, but suddenly widened his eyes, staring ahead.
“Ryan?”
“Hey Brendon!” Ryan shouted, jogging to reach a dark haired boy that was heading upstairs.
“Oh, hi Ryan!” Brendon greeted cheerfully.
“I need a HUGE favor,” the other guy pleaded, “Would you become my boyfriend?”
Brendon stared at him with eyes the size of saucers, flushing bright red as soon as those words were out loud.
“I…I…” he started tentatively, but Ryan grabbed his wrist to pull him closer and wrapped an arm around the other’s shoulders, to whisper conspiratorially.
“Do you remember how much I complain about Pete being always after me, right?”
At Brendon’s stuttered nod he continued, “Well, I was thinking that maybe seeing me with someone else would make him renounce.”
“Don’t you think he may fight harder to get you?” Spencer’s voice startled them both and his hint of bitch face intimidated Brendon a little bit, “And again, wouldn’t it be suspicious? I mean, it’s not like you’ve ever showed interest in anybody in particular.”
“Spin, shut your mouth. You didn’t want to help me and now I do it my way,” Ryan affirmed with his nose in the air, pulling a worried Brendon with him to develop the plan.
~* ~
“We basically have to meet at one of our lockers, go to classes together, eat together, and so on. In short, we need the whole school to think we’re together,” Ryan chattered non-stop, too busy explaining his plan, “We should also kiss, ESPECIALLY when Pete is around. Are you a good actor? ‘Cause you should be, I don’t want the plan to be screwed because Pete catches one of us looking at him right before we start a make out session, that’d give us away.”
“Ryan, are you sure this is a good idea? I don-” Brendon started hesitantly, blushing to the tip of his hair, but Ryan didn’t give him the time to interrupt.
“What’s your next lesson? I could pick you up then, and we could have lunch. We should hang out, sometimes, also because we don’t know each other that well and this is a good chance to get more acquainted out of the music class. Don’t worry, it’ll go on smoothly. Someone may have already spread the voice, by the way, when I asked you out in the middle of the hallway.”
“Ryan, I-”
“See you later, then!”
Brendon looked after Ryan and sighed fondly, entering the German class.
~* ~
“Ryan!” an excited voice gave the thin boy the time to brace himself before someone clang to him at high speed, almost making him stumble.
“Pete,” he deadpanned, not looking at the beaming older student.
“What are you having for lunch? Can I offer you something? Would you sit at my table?” Pete rambled on and on, invading every millimeter of the other’s personal space.
With a lot of effort, Ryan managed to pry himself off Pete’s octopus hold and walked away, “Can’t, ‘m busy,” he said, not turning his head but knowing Pete was following him. Perfect.
When the two of them arrived in front of Brendon’s classroom -and Pete hasn’t shut up a second-, the dark haired boy in red framed glasses was already out of the class waiting for Ryan, who smiled brightly and fastened his pace.
“Hi Brendon,” Ryan greeted cheerfully. Brendon turned his head sharply with a shy smile on his face, but barely had the time to spot Pete tailing right behind Ryan because he was being kissed by the latter. He widened his eyes, but remembered the act the two of them (Ryan) decided to put on, and kissed back with enthusiasm.
Pete gaped at the scene in front of him and then at the couple that stalked in front of him, hand in hand.
After he made sure Pete wasn’t right behind them, Ryan demanded an high five from Brendon.
“Thank you so much, man. So, what are you having for lunch?”
“Uh…Some sandwich my mother made, I think.”
“Cool. Come sit with us, I can offer you a pudding or something.”
“O-okay,” Brendon agreed, shrugging his back pack in a more comfortable position. His left hand was still linked with Ryan’s while they walked through the cafeteria, students gawking at them like they grew other limbs, and finally sat in the spots saved by Spencer, who threw a look of disapproval at his best friend and an apologetic one at Brendon.
“Brendon, this is my best friend Spencer. Spencer, this is my boyfriend Brendon,” Ryan introduced with a tiny smug smile on his face.
Spencer rolled his eyes at that, but greeted the poor soul that got sucked into Ryan’s world.
“I’m sorry you got bogged down in all this shit,” he voiced his thoughts in a whisper, looking at Brendon’s apprehensive face.
“Oh, no, it’s…uh…okay, I guess?” the nerdy-looking guy assured before taking a bite of his sandwich.
~* ~
“Ryan! How you doin’?”
“Ryan! Do you want to go to the cinema?”
“Ryan! What are you doing for Christmas?”
Ryan kept ignoring Pete’s attempts to hit on talk to him and steered in the opposite direction, linking arms with Brendon or pulling him away as well.
Brendon noticed how Ryan looked at the senior, and had to agree with Spencer: Ross both loathed and loved the guy.
“Ryan, what do you really think about Pete?”
He never received a clear answer. Ryan’s heated shouts of ‘I can’t stand him!’ weren’t too convincing.
He’d have never imagined it’d hurt like that.
~* ~
Several weeks passed, though graduation was still quite far. That means Pete kept creeping on Ryan, but on the bright side he did it with a minor frequency. Ryan was as distressed as ever, Brendon was always at Ryan’s side, Spencer’s eyes weren’t able to keep still in front of that piteous daily show.
Valentine’s Day was approaching soon, but Ryan didn’t want to take advantage of the day to show his “love” for Brendon because it was too damn cliché and Pete had to understand he had no chances with Ryan quickly: the boy didn’t want to protract the whole dramatics to graduation day.
Huffing and puffing for his internal conflict, Ryan headed to his own locker, where he found Brendon already waiting for him. He smiled out of habit, but also because he was glad to see him (he wasn’t that bad with people, and he genuinely liked the boy).
“Hey B.”
“Hey Ry. Any plan for today?”
“Homework, but I guess I could do them tonight if you want to hang out.”
Brendon nodded and discreetly glanced to his side, spotting Pete laughing with his friends and moving in their direction. When he was sure the path was clear enough for Pete to see the two of them between a student and another, Brendon grabbed Ryan’s polo shirt and pulled him closer, kissing him heatedly. They didn’t notice, but Pete stopped dead in his tracks and stared at them, deaf to the hushed comments of his friends.
The kiss felt different: more electric, more wanted, more genuine. Brendon knew he and Ryan were just pretending to be a couple, but he couldn’t continue ignoring his feelings; on the other hand Ryan understood this is what he wanted all along, posing or not posing he wanted to be with Brendon.
Pete noticed something in this kiss, something that wasn’t there in the past weeks and that allowed him to keep hitting on Ryan, despite everybody said he and Brendon were together-and witnessing it every now and then.
Until now. The senior squared his shoulders and walked ahead, not paying any more attention to the busy couple (but mentally wishing good luck to them, he’s a nice guy like that) followed by his friends, who threw embarrassed glances at the two of them and slightly worried looks at Pete.
Neither Brendon nor Ryan looked like they wanted to separate from each other anytime soon though, not even when Pete was already long gone and the little crowd they drew eventually left. It was Brendon who broke the kiss, not without a bit of disappointment.
“Uh…I think Pete’s gone,” he pointed out shyly.
“Oh. Good,” Ryan distractedly acknowledged it, tearing his eyes off Brendon’s chocolate ones for no more than three seconds, “Thank you very much for your help,” he said in a low voice.
Brendon felt a pang in his chest, but made himself smile, “No problem. That’s what friends are for, isn’t it?”
Ryan looked at him for a long time and made for the combination lock, but dropped his hand and grabbed Brendon by the shoulders to give him a more passionate kiss.
“More than friends?” he finally asked, a bit out of breath.
The black haired boy smiled impossibly wide, his eyes shining behind the bright colored glasses.
“Yes.”