Title:This is bullshit (4/?)</>
Authors: howido_fics & youbrat
Pairing:Brendon/Ryan</>
Rating:R</>
Summary:Brendon is UNgrounded.</>
Disclaimer:*sigh*</>
Author’s Note: OK, so it’s not a standalone. It’s a co-write. I am Brendon, youbrat is Ryan. Alot more talking, a lot less action. Although, perhaps more to come...



Ryan's POV

Dripping wet and extremely happy with myself, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me before making my way back to my room. I'd laid out all my clothes and everything I'd need on my bed before going for a shower, and just wanted to be sure that everything was perfect. Brendon had taken my challenge, I knew he would, especially with the way he was damn near panting for me, and that he'd probably be doing more than that later tonight, with, or, without me.

The shower had been extra long because I had taken the extra time to dye my hair. It wanted to be sure everything was perfect and went together perfectly, including my hair. It was now such a dark reddish brown that it could be passed as black, especially in the dark club, and it was perfect. It had a slight sheen of red that only showed up in certain lighting, it was the color I loved to have my hair, but rarely ever actually went ahead and dyed it.

I walked into my room and dropped the towel after closing the door as I went and started to immediately style my hair in the best way possible to show off the new color and new look and being sure that my eyes would be seen through the strands and parts. It was messy and sexy when it was done, but it was at the same time perfectly sculpted, and even more, it looked nothing like the floppy, geeky look I sported in those pictures in the yearbook. It was perfect, and I could already tell that I was starting to not look like myself.

The club I was going to was different from what I was usually into. The band, Bella Morte they were called, was fairly well known on campus and they’d done their fair share of tours across the country, but they weren’t a mainstream band. I like their music, well, maybe I should say I like the lead singer’s voice and that kept me into their music and it kept me actually interested in going to their shows even if I went every once in a great while. It was for that every once in a great while that I had bought the clothes I was going to be wearing tonight, in many aspects, a true costume.

I stepped to my bed and picked up the black leather pants. They weren’t the most comfortable things on the planet, but they were perfect for the event of the night. Brendon would never think he’d find me at a goth-rock club and show, and especially dressed in black leather pants and a fishnet shirt, face painted and primed to the perfect goth-rock boy. I squeezed my little hips into the pants, thanking god I hadn’t gained any weight, and then slipped the fishnet shirt on, glad that it tied on my arms and sides so I didn’t have to put it over my perfectly styled hair. I quickly tied the laces along my arms, letting my skin show through the openings and let the sides along my torso hang open before I went and picked up my makeup. I spent a good twenty minutes getting the black eye makeup perfect with rich eye shadow and black eyeliner. I painted my lips with a lip stain a black current so dark it could have been purple or black and went to throw a little messy black polish on my nails. I was used to doing the nails at the last minute, and funnily enough I had figured out the perfect way to do them so that they looked like they’d been done forever ago and were chipping. No one would ever suspect I wasn’t the perfect little goth-rock kid.

I glanced at myself in the mirror and grinned. I looked nothing like myself; I’d achieved what I was trying for. I shoved my feet into the heavy boots I always wore with the outfit and tugged on some heavy black cuffs before wrapping a single cord of leather around my neck and tying it at the nape. Everything was perfect. Brendon wouldn’t recognize me, hell, my own family who had seen me like this wouldn’t recognize me. And to top it all off, I couldn’t wait to see if Brendon entered the club dressed in his bright pink shirt amongst a couple hundred goth kids.

Brendon's POV

Here I am in the car.

With Spencer.

Yeah, I kidnapped him.

He doesn’t ‘exactly’ know what is going on, but we’ll keep it a secret for a while. I figured, this is my task, but if he just happens to see Ryan and goes ‘Hey! I went to school with that kid!’ Then I am not going to complain one bit.

Speaking of complaining...he went off about my shirt. He said he wouldn’t be caught dead with me wearing it. But, you know, a bag of sour patch kids and a Fuji water would make Spence do ANYTHING...

Personally, though, I think it looks great!

Pink is muh fave-or-it cah-lah

Haha.

Yes, I just laughed at myself...

Making Spence choke on a candy.

Oops...

So, I am heading towards campus. There has to be some shows here tonight.

Wait, he didn’t tell me what kind of music. Or if it was a bar. Or if there was a cover. Or...um, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

But, it’s Ryan. The object of my thoughts and dreams this past week.

And for that, I will do anything!

Well, let the games begin!

Ryan's POV

I stepped out of my dorm room and locked the door, shoving my key into my wallet and my wallet, well, my wallet was much smaller for these pants and was in actuality one of those duct tape wallets that are really skinny, and it only held two twenty dollar bills, my license, my credit card, and now my key. I somehow managed to get my wallet into my back pocket as I made my way out of the dorm and headed off campus. Luckily for me (and my pants), it was only a short walk from the campus to the club where the show was being played and I didn’t have to drive. Sitting down in skin tight leather pants and driving was not very fun at all and I decided to avoid it by walking.

The sun had already started to go down and the night air was slipping through the mesh shirt I was wearing, and I knew, without even looking, that it had made me cold enough that someone could have put a clamp on my nipple without getting it to stand to attention with a little touching. I blushed as I even thought that, but there was something about being dressed up and going to a goth-rock show that got my mind thinking somewhat dirty thoughts.

I approached the club and nodded to a few people I recognized from other shows. It was strange, if I saw them looking normal I’d never recognize them, but dressed and made up as we all were, it was easy to recognize them, and we had some semblance of a friendship as these types of shows. I got in line with my ‘friends’ and we started talking about the show and the new album and everything and nothing that held us together for these shows, but nothing else. I kept my eyes open and glanced around, looking for a pink shirt, but to be honest, I never expected to see Brendon or that pink shirt tonight, not at this club.

Brendon's POV

This is bullshit....

What? Was that my favorite line? I guess my entire life was bullshit.

I have been to about ten different venues, and nothing. Nothing at all.

I looked everywhere, looked at everyone and I am sick of it.

I can’t give up though...

“We’ll find him, I promise...” Spence reassured as we drove further from campus.

Yeah, I told Spencer. He ran out of sour patch kids a few stops ago.

He thought it was cute or heroic or something.

Right now to me, I thought it was life or death.

I am so frustrated. Really.

He has me dressing up, getting wicked stares, and now I have to search high and low for him.

Me and my big damn mouth.

‘I like a challenge...’

Whatever...this challenge thing is not going so well.

Ten places. Ten freaking places.

I dropped down at least $50 for him. He better be happy.

Hell, he was probably at one of them laughing his ass off.

Heh...probably dressed like a girl or something...

Damn him!

All I wanted to do was spend some time with him.

So I was grounded and couldn’t have talked to him, so I saw his yearbook picture, so I told him to eat a burger...is he that controlling that he can’t get over it. If the wheels were reversed, I’d have been done with it before I got off the phone.

“Maybe I should give up, hell, he prolly didn’t even come out tonight...just to see if I was that much of a sucker...” I sighed, running my hands through my hair at a red light.

Spencer patted my knee, “Bren, you’ve come so far, I’m not gonna let you give up, let’s try, like one or two more places...then, well, if it wasn’t meant to be, it wasn’t meant to be...”

I sighed, “Ok, but Spence,” I looked over at him as I began to accelerate, “Why are you so into this?”

“Cause I haven’t seen you this happy and determined in a long time...”

I smiled, “Thanks.”

“No prob, Oh wait! There is a bar! Live music! GO there! Left Bren, left!”

I swerved about hitting two kids dressed in black and pulled into a spot someone just vacated.

“Ok,” I got out of the car hearing a loud bass, looking around, I knew this wasn’t the place, but, Spence suggested it, so I didn’t want to make him mad, “Well, this is gonna be quick. We’ll split up, you to the left, me to the right,” I instructed as we got inside.

Um, yeah, I SO don’t fit in. I mean, at least Spencer was wearing a black Anti-Flag shirt and dark jeans, but here I was in a hot pink shirt and girl jeans...

Ryan's POV

I was in line no more than maybe fifteen minutes when they opened the doors. I took my money out of my ‘wallet’ and handed over the $20 to cover the door charge, getting $10 back as my change. I knew I hadn’t told Brendon any details, for all I knew he’d never actually find the place, but I did feel kinda bad that he might have to go in and out of any number of clubs to find me, and who knows how much that could cost, it all depended on the band playing and the cover charge. I sighed to myself, telling myself not to worry because in the end it was Brendon’s decision how much he wanted to put into finding me. And maybe, just maybe he’d put in enough to prove that he really did want to find me, and not necessarily just for screwing around in the back seat of a car or in my dorm room.

I walked into the club and made sure not to go to the front. I wanted to see if he showed up, and I wanted to at least be partially visible so in case he saw me he’d actually see me and not have to go through the entire crowd up at the front who were drooling over Andy and wishing he’d jump down into the pit and have sex with them. Okay, see? Dirty thoughts, it’s the clothes, really it’s the clothes.

I paused for a few moments talking with my ‘friends’ as the music started and I let them move up to get better spots while I hung back, trying my best to look calm and relaxed and as if I was there only for the show instead of looking for Brendon. I shifted my attention from the door up to the stage and sang along with Andy through the first song before I shifted my gaze back to the door and saw a boy in a bright pink shirt walk in. I smirked. So he had shown up, he had come to the right place and actually come in. The question was would he recognize me?

Brendon's POV

God, this place was annoying, getting on my last nerve. I never understood it...you know, so much black.

I mean, I like black and all, but geez.

I circled around, staying close to the wall. Hoping and praying I wouldn’t get sucked into the pit.

Oh, the pit! Ryan said he liked to go and get rubbed on in there.

I stood on my tip-toes...

Um, I don’t think there would be much grinding there...talk about coming out with a black eye.

Turning back around, I scanned the crowd again, mainly looking for Spencer so we could fly like two bats out of Hell.

And of course there was some creep looking at me...I know...this is pink, you know an ACTUAL color of the rainbow...

Sure, stare at me you stupid freak with black and red hair...take a shower you greaser! It’s like 100 degrees and you are wearing freaking fishnets and leather pants...

I leaned against the wall waiting for Spencer making him do all the work, hell, he went to school with Ryan for like two years or something...

Finally seeing Spence, I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of there.

Away from the freaks.

Away from the music.

Away from the stares...

“Look,” I glanced at my watch, “It’s almost 10, and it’s a school night, let’s just head home, I guess it wasn’t meant to be.”

“You sure?” Spencer frowned.

“Positive.”

Ryan's POV

I watched Brendon move around, looking for me and I grinned to myself. It was probably a fairly evil look, me decked out as a goth kid and grinning like I was, but I thought my plan worked perfectly. He looked frazzled, and part of me wanted to take pity on him and let him know that it was me, and then he looked at me, and I mean looked at me. The look of disgust that was on his face took me back and I started to wonder if this was such a good idea after all. I watched him look away and glanced around, seeing Spencer come out of what appeared to be nowhere and Brendon grab him and drag him out the door.

I sighed to myself and looked down at my clothes. Maybe I fucked up something that could have been good by going with the game and dressing as I did. He looked…well, he looked severely out of place, but he looked kinda cute, for a high school kid at least. I sighed and looked up at the stage to see Andy singing and I started to toy with the idea of just going outside and trying to catch Brendon and Spencer before they left.

Biting my lip and headed for the door, luckily they’d stamped our hands so we could get back in, so in case things went even worse then they’d already gone I could just go back in. I nodded to the bouncer as I passed him and made my way out into the night. I heard his voice and turned to look at where he was standing talking to Spencer. I fairly well blended into the night, that much I knew, but at the same time I knew I stood out. I didn’t know if either would realize I was standing there, or, for that matter, realize it was me they were looking for. I did put him up to the challenge, but I also made it damn near impossible for him to succeed, that too I knew.

Brendon's POV

“Ok...but we could always go to that club I played at last month, I think it is punk rock night or something,” Spencer offered.

I shook my head, noticing out of the corner of my eye that weird skinny kid standing near.

Kinda spooked, I looked back at Spencer, “No, let’s get out of here, like now...” I titled my head towards the fish-net freak, “Plus, I give up, like you said, if it were supposed to happen, it would have happened. Let’s just get home before we both get grounded.”

“So...” Spence started, “That’s it?”

I couldn’t look at him. I knew if I looked at him it would happen.

But, then, he did what any good friend would do, he pulled me into him, forcing me to meet his gaze.

I bit my lip, trying to stop the tears, “You always said it,” I choked out, “Karma comes back around. See,” wiping my eyes, “I finally got put in my place. My cockiness finally got the best of me...it ruined what could have been something good and real for once...”

Throwing his arm around me, he pulled me into a hug, “Come on Bren, let’s get you home, I’ll drive.”

Ryan's POV

I frowned as I watched the two of them and I swore that there were tears in Brendon’s eyes. I bit my lip and tried to decide what to do. I looked at Spencer, almost trying to catch his eye, but probably having done too good a job at disguising myself for him to recognize me as me. I could hear Brendon’s words and I started to feel like shit. I took a step forward but then remembered the _expression on his face when he looked at me and I stopped. If he looked at me and looked that disgusted seeing me dressed like I was, maybe he really didn’t want anything to do with me after all. Maybe I didn’t fit his ‘type’ if looking at me dressed like I was caused such disgust.

I looked down and bit my lip; it was a habit since I was in middle school when I didn’t know what to do and when I was hurt. It was a habit perfected in high school when I was near the laughing stock because I just didn’t really fit and I was damn near biting my lip and looking down every minute of every school day.

Brendon would leave, Spencer would take him home, and I’d return to the club, watch the rest of Bella Morte’s set, and then I would curl up in a ball in my bed and never answer my phone again. Leave it to me to get my hopes up on a high school kid who only talked to me twice on the phone.

Brendon's POV

Spencer pulled back, glancing over his shoulder as we walked to the car at two girls screaming a song they had just heard.

He did a double take.

“What?” I asked, following his gaze.

To the skinny goth kid.

“Ryan?” he asked.