Ryan Ross Monologue
*Ryan's/3rd/ POV*
Ryan Ross, the kid not a lot of people liked. Ryan was used to the rude remarks they made. They were words he has heard many times before. Faggot was the most common word he would hear them call him. That wasn't the problem. Those words meant nothing to him. The problem was that he had the biggest crush on one that bullies him the most, Brendon Urie. He hatted himself for that, but he also couldn't help it. Something about him was just... perfect, and Ryan just couldn't put his finger on it. No wait, yes he could.
Flashback
It was the end of the year. Everything was normal. School was hell, and grey like normal. Brendon had decided to do what he usually did and leave some hateful comments and maybe throw a punch at Ryan. …show more content…
No one else was in the bathroom, except him and Brendon. "Hey, faggot," the words came from Brendon.
Ryan didn't say anything. He knew what was coming, and he was prepared. He just didn't really expect it.
"Didn't your mother teach you manners," He spat out, but Ryan didn't care, "I guess I'll teach you some," He grabbed Ryan by the shirt, pushing him to the wall. He clenched his eyes shut. Everything was normal. Ryan's back hit the wall and he awaited a punch, or more hateful words. Nothing happened. It was odd.
Ryan opened his eyes. Color. That was what he saw. He knew Brendon saw it too. Ryan could tell by his facial expressions. Confusion. Ryan felt his face burn up. Embarrassment, or was he feeling something else? All they both new was that this has never happened before. For the years Brendon had thrown a punch, or shoved him into a locker, neither of them had seen color while they were near eachother.
Brendon's face lit up. He seemed to have struggle saying, "D-don't... n-never speak of this or I'll seriously hurt your …show more content…
He got up and walked across his room, towards his window to see who was outside his window. Color, it came back. Ryan panicked and ducked below his window. It's Brendon... he's here... why... the words flooded Ryan's mind. tap, tap, tap, Brendon didn't stop throwing things at Ryan's window. Ryan was panicking. He saw the color but he couldn't see Brendon. The color was beautiful, but how did Brendon find his house. Hell, how did he know what room was Ryan's. There were many rooms on the second story of his home. How does he know? Ryan was trying to calm his mind down, but too many questioned bombarded
Ryan Ross, the kid not a lot of people liked. Ryan was used to the rude remarks they made. They were words he has heard many times before. Faggot was the most common word he would hear them call him. That wasn't the problem. Those words meant nothing to him. The problem was that he had the biggest crush on one that bullies him the most, Brendon Urie. He hatted himself for that, but he also couldn't help it. Something about him was just... perfect, and Ryan just couldn't put his finger on it. No wait, yes he could.
Flashback
It was the end of the year. Everything was normal. School was hell, and grey like normal. Brendon had decided to do what he usually did and leave some hateful comments and maybe throw a punch at Ryan. …show more content…
No one else was in the bathroom, except him and Brendon. "Hey, faggot," the words came from Brendon.
Ryan didn't say anything. He knew what was coming, and he was prepared. He just didn't really expect it.
"Didn't your mother teach you manners," He spat out, but Ryan didn't care, "I guess I'll teach you some," He grabbed Ryan by the shirt, pushing him to the wall. He clenched his eyes shut. Everything was normal. Ryan's back hit the wall and he awaited a punch, or more hateful words. Nothing happened. It was odd.
Ryan opened his eyes. Color. That was what he saw. He knew Brendon saw it too. Ryan could tell by his facial expressions. Confusion. Ryan felt his face burn up. Embarrassment, or was he feeling something else? All they both new was that this has never happened before. For the years Brendon had thrown a punch, or shoved him into a locker, neither of them had seen color while they were near eachother.
Brendon's face lit up. He seemed to have struggle saying, "D-don't... n-never speak of this or I'll seriously hurt your …show more content…
He got up and walked across his room, towards his window to see who was outside his window. Color, it came back. Ryan panicked and ducked below his window. It's Brendon... he's here... why... the words flooded Ryan's mind. tap, tap, tap, Brendon didn't stop throwing things at Ryan's window. Ryan was panicking. He saw the color but he couldn't see Brendon. The color was beautiful, but how did Brendon find his house. Hell, how did he know what room was Ryan's. There were many rooms on the second story of his home. How does he know? Ryan was trying to calm his mind down, but too many questioned bombarded