NEWPerspective
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Joined: 02 Aug 2009
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Location: SHould Be Las Vegas, stupid Melbourne.
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 Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 5:45 am Post subject: It's Like Heaven When We Touch. |
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Title: It’s like Heaven When We Touch [1/?]
Author: NEWPerspective ( aka, me  )
Rating: R
Pairing: Rydon
POV: 3rd, then Ryan.
Summary: Ryan is 16, he thinks he is falling for his best friend, and possibly even the beautiful Greta. Ryan knows his life isn't normal. His father is an alcoholic, and his mother? He didn't even know where she was.
Chapter Summary: Tears sprung to Ryan’s eyes, he squeezed his eyes shut. Hoping his father didn’t notice.
Disclaimer: none of this is real, I don't own any of it.
Dedication. anyone who reads & likes it 
Author Notes: First fan fic, had to be rydon! Haha, tell me what you think.
The young boy opened the door to his dark and lonely house. As he stumbled to find a source of light he heard a familiar voice.
“R – R – Ryn? S’at you?” The voice said, slowly.
“Yes dad, it’s me. Ryan.” He answers, finally reaching a lamp, a familiar sight greeting him. A sight he saw far too often for his 16 year old eyes.
His father, sprawled on the dirty and grungy couch, beer in hand. His once golden eyes, now a sad, dull brown. His body was lifeless and drained of colour. If it hadn’t of been for the voice that came from the body you would automatically think the old man wasn’t alive. The empty beer can’s surrounding his father, the smell and the mess proved what Ryan already knew. Ryan didn’t make a fuss, he was used to it. It had been this way for a while now.
The young boy helped his father of the dirty couch and led him upstairs, into the dark bedroom. His father had just about passed out half way through. Ryan set him in his bed, hoping his father would stay asleep.
Ryan walked downstairs, collapsing on the couch. It had been a hard day, he was tired. He looked around the room. The room needed to be cleaned and Ryan couldn’t wait til tomorrow.
He started by picking up the empty beer cans and putting them in a garbage bag, making as little noise as possible. Ryan wiped his dark brown hair out of his eyes, wondering what he did to deserve a father like his.
Ryan heard his father stumble down the stairs and immediately jumped up as his dad appeared at the doorway.
“Dad, why are you awake?” Ryan asked.
“Why the f**k do you think, son? Someone was makin’ a racket and I couldn’ sleep.” He grumbled, leaning in close to his son.
“Just go back to bed dad.” Ryan was getting angry, the alcohol in his fathers breath was making him sick.
“Since when did you become my father aye? I think you better watch you smart fuckin’ mouth son.” His dad yelled, giving Ryan a hit over the back of his head.
Tears sprung to Ryan’s eyes, he squeezed his eyes shut. Hoping his father didn’t notice.
“Toughin’ the f**k up son. Finish cleanin this shit hole and don’t wake me.” His dad turned around and stomped up the hole.
Ryan put his hand on the back of his head, which was now throbbing. Knowing the pain would go away soon, he began working again. It took him another hour to finish. He was exhausted. He was grumpy. He was still hurting. Was it bad that he was used to feeling this way?
AS he crawled into bed, he thought about his day. He had gotten up at 9 and headed over to Spencer’s. He spent a few hours there mucking around with Gabe, Brent and Brendon. Brendon, his smile, his laugh. It had been the best part of his day. What that boy could do to him, make him feel.
After mucking around with the guys he’d gone to work at the cheap fast food restaurant dealing with screaming kids and parent’s complaining. He finished work and came home at 11.30, finding his father practically dead on the couch as usual and spent 2 hours cleaning.
Ryan looked on the photo on his bedside table. His mother, she was so young and alive. She had her arms wrapped around Ryan, who was about 7 at the time. He looked so happy. His dad stood next to the two, smiling as he stood proudly next to his wife and son. He looked so much younger and full of life. What happened? Ryan often asked the question. Why did everything go downhill form there? They’d been so happy. It was true, his mother had taken a few drugs when pregnant with Ryan, and so had his dad. But they cleaned up for him. They got their act together. Why did his mother have to leave? Why did his father have to go back to how he used to be? Not giving a shit about Ryan or anything. Drinking himself to death every night. It wasn’t normal. Ryan new that, and it certainly wasn’t fair.
He fell asleep that night like he had a few times. Crying for the life he wanted, crying for the life he had, crying for his mother, crying for his old family, crying for what his past held and crying for what he thought his future was.
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How did you like that?
Thinking of possibly putting it on LJ, but it's a chapter story and I don't really know how to do that so ya know,
If anyone has an account on there mine is forevercamisado.
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