ADD ShurieRiot95

It was in the middle of August.
The sun was near the beginning of setting.

Shadows had fallen under the trees where the remaining sun hadn’t slipped through the full branches.Today was so breathtakingly beautiful through Brendon’s eyes. He didn’t want to waste any of it, and he believed that it was too good to recycle.

Brendon lead Ryan outside through the backdoor. He has decided to cook out for Ryan and him. Just a simple meal of hotdogs and hamburgers, even though he knew Ryan would enjoy a salad much more. The aroma of the grilled banquet trailed after the two of them as they took a seat at the empty picnic table.

Brendon rested the food against a clothed picnic table that sat happily among the untrimmed grass. He fidgeted for sometime, trying to make sure everything was absolute perfection. Brendon settled himself, eying Ryan as he did the same. A pale smile grazed Ryan’s dim lips once he caught Brendon’s stare.

Tonight wasn’t a picky night for Ryan. He decided on at least trying the food that Brendon had worked so hard on, he thought that maybe even he’d have a little fun…
He giggled for a slight second, watching Brendon dive right into the cuisine. He pondered weather to interrupt his feasting or not… To him, Brendon can be so oblivious! Ryan slowly snatched up a hotdog, afraid of any attack from Brendon (the wild dog). He took a loose grip on the hotdog, eyeing the end.

Brendon enjoyed feeling the wind, tossing itself against his spine as much as he enjoyed Ryan’s company. He soon noticed that he hadn’t actually seen Ryan tonight. He was simply too busy chowing down to pay any attention to him. With the thought, his pure eyes quickly flicked themselves onto Ryan. Who’s half lidded eyes were glued to the tan hotdog. Brendon admired him oddly, holding the half eaten hamburger inches from his chomping jaws. His mouth slightly opened to speak, but a voice was lost. Ryan had slipped head of the hotdog past his lips, allowing his tongue to puncture the tip. One of Brendon’s eyebrows raised with curiosity as Ryan continued his act. The plump hotdog slid slowly further into Ryan’s mouth, then exited just as slow. Brendon felt himself going weak, imagining how it would feel to be that hotdog. This move repeated exactly two and a half times (by Brendon’s count) until an interruption.

“You’re happy tonight.” Brendon spoke against the hamburger, grinning uncontrollably. Ryan giggled, placing the moist hotdog on his plate. He cleared his throat, nodding slightly. Brendon chuckled. “I bet you wonder what a real one tastes like…” He joked. Ryan’s insides twitched at the meanings behind Brendon’s spells. His golden eyes slid into Brendon’s. A spark was set up Brendon’s spine as he noticed how innocent the eyes within his own pare looked. They were attempting to apply the truth. Brendon understood fully what Ryan was trying to tell him.

He shot up from the bench, allowing his hamburger to fall against the unstable plate. His hand quickly snatched a hold of Ryan’s frail wrist.
“Come on!” He said, pulling Ryan along with him. Brendon lead them once again, but this time it was to a new location.

Ryan had been in Brendon’s bedroom many times before, but it has never been in this kind of situation. Brendon shoved Ryan against the mattress playfully. Ryan played by the rules, and the rule was: Allow Brendon total control, and he did. He had propped himself on two boney elbows, as he watched the marvelous show happening right before his eyes. Brendon had tore of his vintage tee and was ready to pounce.
“You didn’t answer my question G. Ryan Ross.” He breathed in his ear, fumbling with his belt buckle.
“Hm? What was your question?” Ryan asked, easing back into the mattress. Brendon lied his naked chest against the neatly buttoned shirt, hugging Ryan’s.
“I asked if you wanted to know what a real one tasted like.” Lust writhed from his lushes lips with every spoken word. Ryan laughed, pressing a bare palm into Brendon’s heart, halting him.
“That wasn’t a question B. Boyd Urie.” He joked. Their eyes locked, and their lips fastened together lovingly. The harsh tension loosened inside of Brendon as he noticed how sincere the kiss was. There actually something behind this… And that excited him.

Ryan pushed his tongue past Brendon’s fleshy lips. All he could taste was the hamburger, but he didn’t dare to complain. He nudged Brendon’s tongue with his own, making sure to listen to his reaction. Ryan indulged himself in Brendon’s deep breathing as his fingers laced through his thick locks. They released from one an other sharply.

“Wow Ry, you are happy today.” Brendon joked, winking happily. Ryan giggled, nibbling on his ripe lower lip. Their lips connected again, this time more passionately. Ryan couldn’t take this game anymore. He was happy today, all thanks to Brendon. He quickly broke apart, taking a sharp hold of Brendon and swapping sides. Brendon scooted himself onto the bed, fumbling with the covers. Ryan didn’t need any of that cheesy blanket shit. All he needed was contact.

He then slid himself down, knees touching the floor. Brendon peaked down at him once he felt his fingertips glide along the rim of his tight jeans. Ryan loosened the belt and began to unbutton the jeans. Brendon just anticipated the ‘job’ weakly. The contents inside of his stomach rotated, causing him to sicken. The butterflies fluttered once a cool breeze swept across his hard member. Ryan admired Brendon with glowing eyes. He did wonder what a real one tasted like…

Ryan pressed his lips into the head gently. Brendon quivered at the sensation of Ryan’s moist tongue bumping against the tip. Ryan didn’t waste time, he then quickly slid Brendon’s dick past his lips. His tongue slithered up and down his shaft as he bobbed up and down. Damn, he does taste much better, Ryan thought as he sucked harder.

“Ohh Ry!” Brendon moaned, shooting his head against the mattress. Ryan smiled to himself as he continued to please. Brendon squirmed along the sheets with sweat dripping from him. “Ryan!” He called as his pace quickened. Ryan was growing weak from the continuous motion.

Brendon rested at the back of Ryan’s warm throat. He allowed Brendon to collect himself before the big finish. “Come on Ry!” He whined. Ryan did as he was told and began to bob up and down again. Brendon moaned loudly against the hot air. “Fuck- Ry!” Ryan loved hearing his name from Brendon, especially like this. Ryan sucked harder, moving faster until his slim fingers wrapped around the remaining skin not down his throat. He thought that this should speed things up a little. So, he began to jerk his hand faster than his bobbing. Brendon let out a high pitched moan. He couldn’t help but smile at this.

Brendon knew that the climax was near. His stomach twitched, his heart pounded faster, his head grew lighter. His whole body was tingling from the blissful experience. “Oh Ry! Ryan!” He cried, loud and hard, bucking his hip up, nearing gagging Ryan. He attempted not to giggle. Ryan soon caught himself and finished the job. This time, he actually sucked. He wanted to taste Brendon fully. He wanted to feel Brendon’s cock in his mouth even after he was done. Brendon didn’t mind this, and he knew what Ryan was doing. That was the reason it was taking so long.

“Fuck! Suck harder Ry!” He whimpered, clenching his eyes shut, trying to finish it himself. Ryan did. Brendon moaned roughly, lacing his fingers in Ryan’s locks. The pressure soon released, ending with a satisfied moan. As Brendon slid from Ryan’s mouth, his fingers had unlaced. His hand limply laid beside him. Ryan swallowed the cum daringly, and pulled himself from the ground. Brendon’s stomach fluttered. His dick tingled. He could still feel Ryan on him… He loved that feeling. His breath was short. He was panting heavily, staring into the empty ceiling. Ryan had brushed off his jeans and flattened his shirt against his concaved abdomen. Brendon propped himself up to admire him. His eyes scrapped along every millimeter on Ryan that existed. Ryan hadn’t noticed this stare, until Brendon grabbed a hold of his hand. He was now yanking him to the bed.

Ryan landed sharply against the chaotic covers. Brendon had tucked himself back into his skinny jeans before resting. His head was lying on Ryan’s chest, eavesdropping on his heartbeat. He breathed along with the calmness while tracing little hearts in a random order. Ryan swiveled his fingers through Brendon’s sweat drenched bangs.

After sweet silent moments, Brendon spoke out. “So, how’d it taste?” He asked, not even really wanting to know. Ryan giggled, sweeping his thin fingers along the hair sitting at the back of Brendon’s neck.
“Better than a hotdog.” They slightly laughed, blushing at their new conversation.
“And the cum?” Brendon asked, peaking up at him innocently. Ryan leaned toured him to the point of noses nearly touching.
“Better than ketchup.” He whispered seductively. Brendon tried to contain himself but couldn’t! He just had to laugh in the most obnoxious way possible. Ryan blushed at first, but seeing how cute Brendon looked, just laughing away made him want to laugh along. Yeah, it was a pretty funny answer, but it was true!

After their laughing fit, Brendon had crawled over Ryan. Their eyes locked intensely for a long while. Finally, their lips connected. When departed, their lips shivered with the feeling of one another.
“I love you Ry-Ro.” Brendon whispered to his lips, pecking them softly. Rapid flowers bloomed in Ryan’s heart. Hearing Brendon say that was sweeter than music itself. He had dreamed those words countless times…
“I love you too, Brenny-Bear.” He smiled cheerfully, pulling Brendon into a tighter embrace.

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[[[[[[dedicated to Brianne :D (reinventxbrianne)]]]]]]]

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[[<X3]]

“Umm… Well, bye- again.” He muttered, trying not to trip over his heart. She nodded, sealing her self from any form of speech. The door soon dense back into place as she collapsed into pieces. She yanked one of the pillows underneath her head and smothered it over her face, quieting the screams. Her door opened again. With the screams settling, she felt a bounce near the foot of her bed. The pillow was taken from her grasp and settled into the chest of the bounce. It was Alex.

“Awe come on kid. The world isn’t over.” He reassured, nudging her folded knees with his soft fist.

“It is for me.” She whined, snatching another pillow. Alex discarded the pillow once more. As she headed for another one, he grabbed her arm to stop her. She who was lying down and he who was sitting on the opposite side from her had hopped up when he grabbed onto her forearm. This was a very compromising act on his part since he ending up on top of her. Her eyes were filled with shock and fear; his were calm and caring. Chills of warmth shot through her veins from where his grasp had landed. It was soft and gentle. Shannon dared to pull away.

“Stop.” He ordered. She nodded slightly.

“Alex. This is well… umm.” She panicked. He knew what she was getting at. It felt odd for him to be doing this as well.
“Shiz, sorry.” They struggled to get back in order. Alex’s foot got tangled inside once of Shannon’s blankets. He fidgeted around which made her laugh, and giggle.

“Alex! You’re so retarded.” She giggled, causing him to laugh at his own struggles. Then, they began to burst into joy and laugher as they stayed in the awkward pose.

“Shannon Winter and Alex Gaskarth!” Hollered a powerful voice sounded much like Shannon’s father. Shannon clenched her eyes shut as her hands shot back into her mattress. She knew she was in deep shit. She knew that this would be the end of their friendship…

“What the hell are you talking about Jared?” Asked a sweet voice, jumping in next to the powerful one. Shannon opened her eyes just a slit to take a peak. She felt Alex exhale against her as she was surprised to see two teenaged boys giggling at her door. Jared and Mike. They were pointing and hollering like hyenas.

“God Alex, you a beast!” Joked Jared, snatching Mikes hips and walking in. Mike giggled on the count of being really ticklish. “You two can get away with that shit in here, but we can’t?” He asked, pecking Mikes neck and making his way up to his cheek. Shannon rolled her eyes, shoving Alex off of her. She shoved so hard, he rolled off the bed and hit the floor with a loud thump. Jared and Mike were laughing even harder now.

“That- wasn’t what were we doing…” Alex pointed out trying to own all his breath the fall had taken away. The laughing had calmed as Shannon grew tense and uncomfortable. She had her arms crossed over her chest as her spine dug into the sideboard of her daybed. Jared left Mikes hips to join her. He hopped next to her, leaning his head on her shoulder and making a pouty face.

“Awe Shani! What’s the matter?” He asked, bumping her shoulder with his. She shook her head.

“I don’t like Alex!” She cried out. Jared wrapped his arm around her lovingly.

“I know hun. We all know.” He assured, kissing her hair as if she was his little sister. She nodded against the kiss. Mike just stood awkwardly in the middle of the room near where Alex landed on the floor and where he still remained. Jared caught his loves eyes, dancing around the room. He could feel his loneliness. He could reach out and touch it if he wanted to; it was so thick. Jared then scooted from Shannon and pulled Mike to him, wrapping his pale arms around his wiry waist. Mike smiled to him as they were pulled closer. They were nearly the same height, Mike being a little bit taller now that Jared was sitting. Shannon stayed against the metal as Alex sat against the bed posts. Jared and Mike blurred everything around them, just so they could be together. “Awe Mikeipoo.” Jared whispered to Mikes shivering lip ring. He laughed at the sweet nickname given to him. “You know I love you right?” Jared continued. He nodded, easing closer and closer.

“I love you too, Jare-bear.” Mike teased. Jared hugged onto his hips tighter, drawing him closer until their lips met. The kiss was warm and loving. Perfect in every way because it was true. Honest and pure. Like nothing before…

They eased apart, drawing the sparks that their love ignited, into the air.

“Welp. That’s my cue to leave.” Alex slapped his knees, pulling himself from the floor. Jared rolled his eyes at him as he headed for the door.

“You know Alex, you should really have a dude kiss you. It’s the best experience ever.” Jared called to his back as he snatched the knob. Alex shook his head, opening the door and sliding out. Shannon shifted from her bed and chased after him.

“Alex!” She called after him as he headed through the hall. Shannon seized his hand. He stopped, handing her all his attention. “What’s wrong?” She asked, staring into his eyes. He shot his gaze in the other direction. She tugged onto his hand when he did. “What’s your problem?”

“You don’t like me remember?” He blurted, yanking his hand back from her. She shook her head, attempting to pull him in a hug. He jerked away.

“No, Ax- I don’t like you as in I wanna fuck you like… You’re my friend and I love you that way! As friends.” She assured. He exhaled, letting his mind adjust to her honesty before wrapping her in a big bear hug.

“Love you too Shan.” He breathed out through the hug. She smiled against him, letting go. “Okay, there’s band practice. You wanna come?” He asked, side thumbing the stairs.

“What am I going to do with Mike and Jared? By the time I get back they’d already have my room all cummy!” She cringed at the thought. “Ewe…” Alex laughed, swinging his arm around her shoulders.

“Ah, I’m so ganna miss you when we graduate.” He had to bring it up. Tears filled Shannon’s eyes at the thought of losing everyone… Everything.

“Yeah… Same here.” The first tear fell… Then the second. After that- an avalanche of tears streamed down her face. Alex felt guilty for causing the rivers to run. He yanked her into him, trying as hard as he could to stop them. Stop the deep rivers.

“Shani! Now calm down. You have three more years.” He assured, rubber her back gently.

“Only two with you!” She cried into his shirt. The tears sunk down into the cotton of his plane white tee. He hugged her tighter until the water stopped dripping from their ducts.

“Shannon, you just have to savor the time we have now, k?” She nodded, scraping the water from under her outlined eyes. “But I’ve got to go now, you better keep a good eye on those two boys in yo room! You know how teenage boys are.” He pointed a stern finger to her. She giggled, allowing him to leave.

…

Shannon headed back to her room where Jared and Mike were just sitting on her bed, flipping through magazines and joking about all the hot girls. She shook her head at them and their ways. But deep in her heart, she was envious of their love. What they had was sacred and important. Shannon knew that she’d probably never feel that love… Thinking about love sparked up the memory of something very important. What was it? There was something she needed to do.. Hmmm… Oh! Craig! She then quickly logged onto the chatroom in hope of a new username to appear. Her heart dropped at the sight of no one online. Yet again. She was left hanging. And left all alone…

[[<X3]]

The room was dark. All the windows we shielded by blankets. Nothing dressed the walls. Everything felt disdainful. Filled with endless secrets and drowning nothingness. It was forever lonely. How he liked it. The teen was located in the corner of the room, hugging his knees tightly. His mind was being swallowed by the captivating darkness. “Craig honey, dinner!” Called a sweet voice. His mind shot up as did he. He scurried from the ground to the door, clenching onto the knob and turning it slowly, staring into the light shining through all the cracks. Once the light was exposed, he took a second to adjust his eyes before caring on.

Finally making it to the table, he sat down at the end like always. His mother smiled, placing two huge spoon full’s of spaghetti on the glass plate sitting in front of him, along with a large pill. His eyes dug themselves into the medication. He dreaded taking the pill. Even though it helped (rarely) he hated it. It was one of his many anti depressants. He felt as if he didn’t need them, but it’s either take them, or be sent to the hospital. He tried to convince his mom that they didn’t work anymore. He was tired of playing pretend. She forced him to take them, if he refused… She’d shove them down his throat. One time almost suffocating him. He forgave her on the count of him wanting this family to stay together. Even though there was only the both of them, it was still family.

His mother gave him shifty eyes as he continued to stare at the pill. “Craig?” She eased with her voice sounding mighty. His eyes drifted up to her. The arms that he remember to be delicate were now full with rage as they crossed her chest. “Take it Craig.” She ordered. He shuddered at her words.

“Mom-” He began.

“No, Craigafer Mabbitt! You take that pill right now or I’ll force you to take it!” Tears gushed from his eyes as they settled back into the off white, speckled capsule. “Now Craig!” She shouted. He shook at the shock of her voice.

“If you force me to take it! You’ll kill me.” He whined, sounding as he did when he was ten. She then rushed to him, snatching the pill between her long fingers. Craig quickly cupped his hands over his lips. She fiercely yanked his hair, causing his head to shoot back and his hands falling away. He screamed in pain as her fingers lure themselves toured his lips. “Ma!” He curdled under the fallen tears. When her fingers touched his mouth he began to become violent. His legs were frantically swinging in every direction. His hands were clenched onto his mothers wrists as he tried to pry her away. “I’ll take it! I’ll take it!” He screamed, flinging his head away. She grabbed his face with her free hand. Squeezing tighter and tighter until his squirming had settled. Then, as Craig grew weaker and weaker, she finally slipped her fingers into his mouth. Allowing the pill down his throat, Craig began to choke. Coughing uncontrollably. Once she let go, he fell from the chair. Hitting the floor rigidly, his mother graciously headed to the opposite side of the table. She left him as a broken heap of tears. He slowly shuffled up, feeling the fire in his throat.

“You know Craig…” She spoke out, eyebrows raised at her meal. He stood, his hair wet and matted. It was pasted along his forehead, cheeks and neck. His awkward stance could be felt throughout the room. Her eyes shot to him as she continued, “Your father would be very ashamed of you…” His heart dropped as his mind hollowed out. The sensation of that emptiness he had felt when he wasn’t medicated seeped through his veins. His life blurred at the thought of her being accurate. She was right. “Now, I invite you to have a seat.” She offered, flattening her hand against the air. Craig shook his head, turning back to the stairs. “You’re only becoming as weak as that stupid little heart of yours…” She shouted to his back as he continued on.

…

He locked the door behind him, tracing his steps back to the middle of the floor. Setting the box gently in front of him; the silver shimmering latch taunted him. He then slid his hand up to his neck, digging beneath the jaw of his shirt. He was in search for the key. It was attached to a small chain he wore. He always kept his secrets close to his heart… Sooner than he knew- the key was injected into the lock. It felt as if his body was on auto drive. Like he wasn’t him. The click of the unlock burned his eardrums as he slid open the lid. Inside, everything was neatly arranged. Everything from the towel to extra wet-ones just in case. Then, he saw it. The little watch case he kept the blades in. He slowly exhaled, flipping the lid. Once exposed to the new outside world, he slid his fingers down into the case to steel the shiniest one. He knew that the newer the blade- the better the cut. True. He locked everything back up as he scooted himself against the wall. He had a very tight grip onto the little silver liar as he slid his hoodie sleeve down to mid forearm. His eyes met his frail, pale wrist. The blade gently grazed his skin. Mental preparation. He tried convincing himself that he didn’t need it. That it wasn’t worth it. “I- I…” He stumbled as he began to press the edge into his skin. Not blood was drawn from the pressure yet. “I’m sorry…” He whispered to himself… “Shannon… I’m sorry.” With a quick slice, the blade slid across his wrist with much force. He didn’t scream let alone cry. He felt ashamed. Everything he had been working for, he had just ruined with one little cut. Something he didn’t even need and everything was down the drain. The blood continued to run at frantic measures. Craig didn’t mind it. It was beautiful to him. It proved to him that his heart was still beating and his lungs were still breathing.

…

As he now lied in the middle of the floor, covered in dried blood he felt as ease. The demands have subsided for now. Then, as he drowned in his thoughts, a annoying ping noise was sounded. It came from his computer. He slowly sat himself up to peer into the glowing screen on the small desk sitting in the opposite corner from him. He snatched a towel and headed to the screen, taking a seat in the rolling chair in front of it. It was an IM. Then it clicked. He had forgotten to log into the chatroom. Shannon must have been waiting for hours. Craig shot his eyes to the nearest clock. 8:47. Shit! He thought, whipping as much blood off him as he could. He then sat down, flipping on the desk lamp next to him and began the chat.

Logged in as: KittyViolence_Craig
Chatting with: ShannonLoserFace_x

KittyViolence_Craig: Shannon!! I’m so sorry!!

ShannonLoserFace_x: Well, at least you’re chatting now :]]

KittyViolence_Craig: Yeah :]

ShannonLoserFace_x: What were you two fighting about? if you don’t mind me asking

KittyViolence_Craig: Oh, umm.. Dinner :/

ShannonLoserFace_x: XP Really?? Well at least it wasn’t something serious x]

KittyViolence_Craig: XD Yeah!! I guess I was fortunate there LOL

ShannonLoserFace_x: Fersure. :] Hey- Sheri and I are planning a party welcoming the summer break :D You wanna come when all the kinks are worked out??

KittyViolence_Craig: Hellz yah!! Not to sound to eager xP Heehee

ShannonLoserFace_x: Nah dude! It’s cool x] I’m uber excited as well :D The party’s ganna be the S-H-I-Z-Z

KittyViolence_Craig: lolz Fo Sho :D

ShannonLoserFace_x: Oooo!!! Jack is on :D Want him to join our chat??

KittyViolence_Craig: IDC. Your choice :]

ShannonLoserFace_x: OKAY :D I’ll ask him :]

KittyViolence_Craig: What’d he say?

ShannonLoserFace_x: He said that he’s too busy talking to Alex who is only three feet away on his laptop XP Silly boyz

KittyViolence_Craig: LOL :P

ShannonLoserFace_x: Oooo!! Should the party be a costume party? :D

KittyViolence_Craig: OoO YEAH :D

ShannonLoserFace_x: Akk!! Now I’m really excited!! Oh! And if you wanna invite anyone, that’d be awesome n__n

KittyViolence_Craig: :P Okey-Dokey!! Ehhhh!

ShannonLoserFace_x: What’s wrong? :[

KittyViolence_Craig: I didn’t eat dinner… So I’m like starving -__-

ShannonLoserFace_x: Hum.. Wanna meet somewhere so we can get food??

KittyViolence_Craig: Sure :] But where?

ShannonLoserFace_x: DUNKIN DOUGHNUTS :D lol

KittyViolence_Craig: Nummm *drools* okey :]

ShannonLoserFace_x: SCHWEET :D But umm.. How we ganna get there?

KittyViolence_Craig: Well.. I’ll come and pick you up and we can walk there =)

ShannonLoserFace_x: You can’t drive!!

KittyViolence_Craig: Who said I was driving? I can take the bus to your house and we can walk (or take the bus) to DD’s :D

ShannonLoserFace_x: Ohkay :p Well, when are you ganna be here?

KittyViolence_Craig: In like 30 mins… I have to take a shower. Plus the bus is slow as hell -.-

ShannonLoserFace_x: That’s fine :]] Well see you in 30 mins them :D

KittyViolence_Craig: Okay, bye :]

ShannonLoserFace_x: *kisses cheek* bye <3

Craig exhaled, allowing his head to fall against the keyboard; typing unusual words that didn’t exist. He felt so weak and un natural. He just wanted to sleep. But, he knew how important this opportunity is. Going to dinner- well desert with Shannon? The girl he’s liked since the 6^th grade! Once he had time to adjust, he stood himself up. Steadying himself wasn’t usually the hardest task, but today it was. He was wobbling uncontrollably. He felt dizzy from all the blood loss. Come on Craig, you can beat this. He reassured himself. After that boost, he applied himself fully, standing up right and heading down the hall to the bathroom.

[[<X3]]

Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches. So get the riches! Bitches get stitches! Shannon quickly snatched her phone from beside her and answered. “Hello?”

“Yo hoe!” Called the voice on the other line. Shannon quickly recognized it.

“Shut up Jack, you are not a pirate!” She crossed her free arm over herself and leaned back into the computer chair.

“Awe, just messin’ with you kid. So, what you doing later?” He carelessly asked. She was amazed at how many people were bored this late at night.

“Getting food with Craig.” She replied blankly, knowing what he was trying to offer.

“Damn. I always loose my changes eh?” She rolled her eyes.

“How do you know I would even want to hang with you?” Jack felt appalled at Shannons comeback. He even laughed a little.

“Whoa! Okay. That was a slap in the face.” He made a repulsed face. That really did hurt him.

“Haha! Well Jacky, I really have to get ready now. Bye!” Cheer filled her voice as she pressed the end call key. She flipped her phone closed. Her fingers dug into her dressy eyes, covered in deep eyeliner. She was feeling nervous and excited. She couldn’t wait for Craig to arrive but she knew that she had to get to work.

She hopped up to her closet and began to shuffle through everything. Skipping past shirt after band tee, hoodie after jacket, tight jean after skinny jean. Brain fart assured. Then after at least five minuets of repeated brain freezes, she decided on charcoal skinny jeans, fighting with a brand new Bring Me The Horizon band tee. She had got the shirt from Oli himself for the most recent Christmas. It sure does pay off being friends with musicians girlfriends! She then tugged her chain wallet into place, snapped on a silver studded belt and pulled on her rainbow studded sweat band. Almost ready. She quickly moved onto make up, applying more eyeliner. Even adding red into the corners, just to match the shirt. There. At least 15 out of that 30 minuets have past. She grew bored. And tired. But ruining something like this could break a person. Shatter one really. So, she just sat at her computer desk, plugged in her iPod and cranked the volume. Not too loud that it’d wake her mother, but loud enough.

…

Time past. The music had dulled. Night had awakened. And Craig was throwing rocks are Shannon’s window. The settle little pings surprised her at first. She thought a little bird was trying to get in. She graciously checked, unlocking the latch and lifting up the window, screen and all. “Ready Juliet?” He asked, tossing another rock. It missed and hit the paneling. She giggled to herself.

“Sure am Romeo!” She joked back. He laughed at first before replying with,

“I’m not Romeo! I’m Travis!” They both laughed, knowing exactly what he meant.

“Whatever Cr- I mean Travis!” Craig shook his head with a smile on his face.

“So, you coming down from your tower anytime soon?” He shrugged. She only blushed, heading back into the imprisonment of her room. Grabbing her plain black hoodie, she swung it on and headed downstairs. As she sneaked to the back door, she tried as quietly as she could to grab the set of spare keys dangling on the hook of the key rack. The open door revealed a smiling teenaged boy looking young and pure. His face was thin, but his heart was thick. And beating rapidly. Shannon carefully locked the door behind her as she felt warm breath on her neck. The hairs raised from her neck in shock as chills ran up her spine. “Ready?” His sweet voice echoed through her brain, leaving her heart to twitch. She nodded, feeling the breath relapse back into his lungs. Then, with a twist of fate- she spun around to face him. Their eyes met, their smiles teased and their hearts fluttered until they froze. They froze at the sensation of their hands, meeting in a tight grasp. Shannon slightly giggled as she felt his hand begin to shake. “Oh, err… Sorry.” He then pulled away. They walked it off as they headed down the sidewalk. Nearly inches away which was still too far. Shannon felt bad about giggling at his twitches. So she held in all her breath and prayed that this would work… Her hand quickly skipped up to his as she pretended to trip over her own feet. He acted fast and caught her fall.

“Oh, sorry about that. Stupid sidewalk!” She stuck her tongue out at the concrete underneath their feet. Craig giggled, not noticing their hands still locked into place. Shannon steadied herself once again before continuing their journey. She was confident now that her plan had worked…. Until he let go. It felt as if steam was shooting out her ears she was so angry. That was it. The last straw. “So… You really hungry?” She asked, sounding innocent as if nothing was wrong. He nodded.

“Yeah.” He squeaked, clearing his throat. Shannon then snatched his hand and began to walk faster.

“I’ll race ya!” She offered beginning to take off. He laughed.

“You’re so on!” And then they took off toured happiness. And onto the settled sun… And to Dunkin Doughnuts.

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Authors note :D
I like it ^-^ Yay!! It took forever and is hopefully worth it :]] I've made a good banner and am still trying to upload it in here -.- like grrr!! If you guys didn't get the whole Travis thing, it was a reanactment of the Check Yes Juliet video by We The Kings XP I know!!! I'm lame :]

[[The Only Thing Worth Fighting For]]

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“Ahh! Bitch!” Screamed Shannon, admiring the new wound on her finger. “You scratched me!” She pouted lifter her middle finger to show the cut to Alex. He had ’accidentally’ scratched her during their girly slap fight.

Alex laughed through a big toothy grin before snatching Shannon’s hand. “Wasn’t it your other finger?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow. He lifted her finger to his eyes so he could inspect it more closely. Shannon quickly shot back from him, taking her hand with her.
“No! You bitch you scratched my finger bitch!” She screeched. Alex laughed again nearly falling off Shannon’s three foot tall bed. They were both sitting cross legged and facing each other. They played games such as Patty-Cake-Patty-Cake and Mrs. Lucy. But Alex was very competitive so when he lost Mrs. Sue, he felt the need to fight about it. But the fight was over and done… Now they were bored.

“I’m bored.” Said Alex, hopping off Shannon’s bed and waltzing to her computer. Shannon shook her head at him.

“What are you going to do? My mom blocked all your porn sites.” She said though a stern voice. She was laughing on the inside.

“Hmmm… Read your fan fictions.” He smiled to the screen after logging onto his own username Shannon had made for him. She made it because he was always over and always getting online. Shannon exhaled deeply before hopping from the bed herself. She headed over to him who already had his dick stuck in a fanfic. Shannon then sat down on his lap and began to read.

“Ewe! You read this shit about our friends!” Shannon made a disgusted face. Alex nodded reading all the profound parts first. “Dude! You read it about you!” She yelled peering into the screen. This fanfic was with Alex and Matt from Blessthefall as the paring. Oh was Sheri going to be mad. Shannon reached her arm behind her to poke Alex’s stomach. He jolted at the quick sting before flicking Shannon’s ear. After that, Shannon quickly swung herself around to steel his hat. He tried to seize it again, but she was too quick. Then, she ran to her full length mirror nailed on her door to try the hat on. It looked stunning. The blue hat matched her flickering eyeliner. It also matched the blue in Bill Kaulitz’s face that was printed on her slim fitting tee. Alex rapidly finished the chapter he was on to steel back his own hat.

“Give it back you ho!” He whined, reaching for her head. She ducked and bolted down the hall. He ran after her, and his hat.

“Mommy! Alex is trying to kill me!” She screamed as she stumbled down the stairs while holding the sides of the cap down by her fists. They ran into the kitchen where her mother finally stopped them.

“Now now! Calm down, what’s the problem?” She asked, stepping from the dishes to lean against the counter.

“Alex is trying to kill me!” Shannon whined as Alex tried to steel back what was his.

“No- I’m…. Not! Just trying to get my hat back.” Shannon ducked from his chomping hands again. Her mom shook her head as if this all was a waste of time.

“Shannon, give him his hat back.” Her mother ordered, turning back to the dishes. Shannon inclined her left hip.

“Why, when we can all clearly see that it looks better on me.” She protested. Alex stuck his tongue out at her. She repeated his move.

“What are you guys, 4?” Her mom asked, scraping a plate with a worn sponge.

“YES!” They screamed in unison before heading back upstairs. As they were heading up, Shannon took off the hat, leaving her hair messier then before. She tossed it to Alex as they finished climbing the flight. He furrowed his brow as he stared into the beanie.

“Why are you giving it back?” He asked, pitching it back to her. She was speechless for a moment. “It does look better on you.” He smiled before entering her room again. “Now! Back to my fanfic!” He rubbed his hands together as if starting a fire while Shannon pulled the cap back over her head. She relocated herself back to her bed as Alex did to the computer chair. Shannon rested into the mattress’, blankets, and pillows as she began to flip through a magazine. It was a crappy J14 she’d borrowed from Sheri (which she had stolen from her little sister) because it had a small Tokio Hotel article in it. Shannon read, and re-read it to herself over and over again. Even though it was nearly a paragraph long, it meant something to her. Then after the point of being able to reciting the article, she rested her eyes among the dozens of TH pictures blessing the walls surrounding her. They were collaged so perfectly. They all smiled at her. Making her proud. “You’re such a fan girl.” Alex blurted, breaking her away from her comfort zone.

“Am not.” She deflected his comment by shifting her eyes back to the magazine as she began to flip through the pages. He laughed.

“Yes you are! What were you thinking about while looking at those pictures? ’Oh Bill! How I want to see you without your shirt’ ’Tom dearest, take me backstage with you!’ Ick.” He joked, flipping his hands back at every insult.

“No. I was thinking of how proud I am of them… And that I know them.” She began, choking back her voice. Alex glistened at her words.

“Really? Wow, that doesn’t sound like a fan girl thought.” He said turning back to his precious stories. Shannon rolled her eyes before focusing back on the seemingly endless magazine.

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“Park?” Matt suggested to the crew. They all sat staring into nothing as they decided what to preoccupy the afternoon with. Sheri rested back against the couch that sat in the corner of the garage. Matt, Craig, and Mike stood in various places as Jared had located himself on top of an old dryer. Eric sat in an old lawn chair with a broken handle.

Sheri exhaled. The mood filling the room was terrible to her, it was also constricting. “Whatever you guys are ganna do, count me out.” She said, pulling herself from the cushions. She snatched her Gir hoodie and headed out through the big metal entrance the cars entered. Matt quickly trailed after her. He captured her hand once the door was closed.

“Where you goin’ Sheri?” He asked with sincere eyes.

“To Shannon’s. I was bored outa my mind in there!” She whined to him, slinging on her hoodie after their hands disconnected. She fiercely zipped it closed, (only half way though) to expose the band shirt she had on. It read Cradle Of Filth, she finally got it back from her brother who had ’borrowed’ it.

“Well… Can I come?” He asked, making a puppy dog face with big pouty eyes. She slightly smiled at his cuteness.

“Not with out me!” Cheered a voice. It was Craig. They both shot their focus to him. He was grinning and seeming happy as ever. Sheri rolled her eyes at him. She really didn’t want him tagging along, but she knew that Shannon would be more than happy he came.

“Sure, Craig!” Sheri said through much sarcasm. She really wanted to be with Matt, and Matt only.

“Yay!” He exclaimed, pulling Sheri into him and hugging her tightly. Then, he took off for Matt’s car. It was sleek, and black. Sheri and Matt slowly followed. Sheri hopped into the passenger seat as Matt did to the drivers. Craig sat in the back like a dog, on all fours. Why he was…. We’ll never know. Sheri just rolled her eyes and watched the road as Matt pulled from the driveway.

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“Why are we going to Shannons?” Asked Matt, leaning slightly closer to Sheri.

Craig’s eyes sparked up at Shannon’s name. “We’re going to Shannon’s?” He raised with hope. Sheri nodded. He squealed loudly.

“Thanks Craig! Now I’m deff!” Sheri exclaimed, it made Matt giggle and when ever Matt giggled… Sheri couldn’t help but to giggle along with.

Sheri cleared her throat, “We are going to Shani’s because I want to!” Craig and Mat agreed.

“I want to too!” Craig wiggled in his seat. He was excited. He liked Shannon. He admired her. She was so nice and kind to him, and no one was nice and kind. They just found him annoying, but not Shannon… She found him, ’cute’.

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Matt soon pulled into the driveway of the two story house Shannon lived in. Craig was bouncing in his skin, he was so excited. Matt quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and sped over to Sheri’s side. He opened the door for her like a gentleman. He gave her his hand as she exited the car. Then, they began to walk to the porch until they heard,

“Yo! Mr. Gentleman!! Help a brotha out!” It was Craig, wanting the same, if not more attention then Sheri. He was such a hogger, but in the best way possible. Matt roughly exhaled, leaving Sheri to keep on walking. He ran back to his car, yanked open the door, and fiercely threw Craig out of it. “Thanks.” He muttered under the impact. He hit the ground hard. He tried to see through his long bangs that had fallen over his face. “Asshole.” He finished as he weakly got himself up and dusted off his clothes. He soon noticed that Matt and Sheri were already knocking. He quickly rushed up to them.

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“Shannon! Someone’s at the door for you!” Her mom called from the bottom of the stairs. Shannon and Alex were in the middle of Spin The Bottle, celebrity style. The game was played, not with each other but with celebrities. More like Would You Rather really… But Shannon and Alex quickly ended their game to scrutinize who had come for them.

They races downstairs. As Alex was near the last step, Shannon jumpped on his back. “Doppelpolfahrt!” She screamed!

“God, I hate your fucking German!! What does that mean?” He asked, under all the pressure.

“Piggyback ride!” She wailed, trying to situate herself more on his back. He tightly grabbed her legs and walked to the door. He rapidly twisted the knob and opened the door. Three faces stared at them, one confused, one holding in all the laughter, and the other… Heartbroken.

“Oooo! Hotter girl!” Alex hollered, basically dropping Shannon. She landed with a loud thunk. Then, the laughter just exploded out of Sheri. She was near tears she was laughing so hard. Alex then turned himself around so his back faced Sheri, “Wanna piggyback ride?’ He asked with much hope. Matt shook his head while grabbing onto Sheri’s hand.

“No, but thanks for trying bud.” Matt pushed past Alex, and even over Shannon. Alex had followed Sheri like some clingy puppy. Craig slowly stepped into the foyer. He extended his hand out to the fallen girl.

“Alex its stupid to drop you.” He said as Shannon accepted his hand. She slightly blushed at his words.

“Yeah… But he’s always so hung up over her! God. Doesn’t he know that like… her and Matt. He really can’t take a hint.” She shook her head. Craig then thought, maybe I should make her feel more wanted then Sheri, so he seized Shannon’s hand and headed to the kitchen. Her mom had moved down to the basement. She knew that the kids would at least like to feel that they’re not under parental supervision. Craig sat Shannon down near the end of the table.

“I’ll make you something? Want anything?” He asked, peering into the fridge. She shook her head.

“No, I’m good.” She smiled to him, even though he didn’t know.

“You sure? I make a killer smoothie.” He offered. Shannon giggled at him. He laughed just a little. “Then what do you do all day?” He asked, sliding into the chair right next to her.

“I’m online all the time.” She said honestly. He nodded.

“Well, ugh- I kinda am…” He stuttered. He was growing nervous.

“You’re what? You can tell me.” She smiled. His heart exploded at the sight of her sparkling eyes and her sweet smile.

“Well, I’m online all the time too.” She smiled even brighter. Craig felt his insides flutter.

“Awesome! Dude we so have to chat!” She offered. He nodded. Even though he has known her for a while now, he still gets nervous when around her. He’s like a pree teen boy crushing on a girl for the first time. “Okay then, ugh- I’ll give you my screen name and the chat URL. When will you be on next?” She asked, scratching little notes into the corner of an add that was lying on the table.

“Umm, probably when I get home.” He said. She couldn’t help but smile. Then, she handed him the paper. He read off the chat rooms name. “Fresh Till Death?” He questioned. Shannon nodded.

“Yeah! Because everyone in the chat room is Fresh Till Death. Me and Sheri made it. We only invite the people we trust.” Craig nodded, receiving the paper and tucking it into his tight jean pocket. Shannon then hopped up from the table, making sure to drag Craig along with her.

“Where we going?” He asked, trying not to trip.

“My room.” She said blankly, continuing to drag him by his wrist. Their hands were so close to being in each others embrace until they made it to the top of the stairs.

“May I ask why?” Wow. Craig really hasn’t hung out with Shannon enough.

“Because, where do you think all the fun is at?” She grinned before opening her door. “Holy shit! Quit sucking face!” She screamed to Sheri and Matt… Even though- they weren’t sucking face. They were sitting on the floor playing Tony Hawks Underground 2 on Gamecude.

“Yeah Alex! Quit sucking face!” Screamed Sheri. Alex was sitting in the corner of Shannon’s bed, making his hands talk to each other. Weirdo.

“I’m not sucking face!” He objected. Matt peered over his shoulder at him.

“You may not be, but your hands sure are.” He laughed. Alex had his hands’ ’mouths’ squished together.

“So! My hands can do whatever they want! And why are you watching my hands make out you perv!” He cried from the corner. Matt rolled his eyes as Alex began to violently jams the hands’ mouths together. He was making a face at Matt that made him look constipated. Shannon laughed at him before leaning into Craig.

“See, told you this is where all the fun is at.” And they headed in.

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Authors note:: Okay!! I thought this was fun <33 I loved it :]] Feedback please?? And Sheri! I need your help!!! Oh and if you didn't know- this story is with Blessthefall ((the Craig days)) and All Time Low <3333