𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 ||| 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧

~Shortcuts Suck~

(tw mentions of rape first half of the chapter)

"Nononono please ple-ase I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!"

Ryan thrashed around, trying to get out of the man's grip. His heart was racing in fear, too in shock to try to swing. Everyone wants to go to LA till they find out you could get raped on the street and nobody would do anything. He was just running from some druggies after he bumped into one, and now they caught him.

He was pinned to the wall, but kept trying to move. He was determined to get out of there, no matter what. A few saggy old men that reeked of weed weren't going to get him. Hopefully.

"Ryan calm the fuck down." Ryan's heart dropped at the voice, and he finally opened his eyes. He was met with a pair of blue eyes, the ones that he had learned were colder than the ocean. Except this time they weren't cold, they were warm. Concerned, like a windy but sunny beach shore.

"Dallon?"

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"Don't get yourself confused. I don't wanna talk to you unless it's me shoving you back in your locker. Stay on the other side of the street, dumbass."

Dallon walked away, hands in his pocket. He had walked Ryan home, giving him his sweater to cover up so something like that didn't actually end up happening. Ryan was never ever giving it back, and he was never going to wash it either. Shit, if this is the only thing he might get he was going to keep it forever.

Ryan stepped inside, instantly being attacked with questions from his mother.

"Lord, I was looking for you everywhere! Are you okay? Where were you? My God were you crying? Baby what happened?"

Ryan threw his arms around her, sobbing into her chest. He hadn't let it sink in till now. He could've gotten raped. Hell, something even worse could happen. Sure, he was fine now, but that doesn't mean he would've been. If Dallon wasn't there, who knows what could've happened.

"Oh mommas poor baby,"

She took them to the couch, sitting him down. His face was buried in his hands, hiding his fear and embarrassment. She rubbed his back, whispering soothing things to hopefully calm him down.

It seemed to work, as Ryan was now just sniffling and shaky. He was also exhausted, tired from all the crying he did that night. (Hi I never clarified but imma just call his mom chelsey cause I don't have a better name) Chelsey was now out in the kitchen, Ryan sitting on one of the stools on the island. He was laying his head in his arms, trying to focus on the scent of the hot chocolate his mother was making instead of the events that took place just three hours ago.

He glanced up just the slightest as a mug filled with hot chocolate, marshmallows and candy cane (despite it being summer) was slid over to him. He gave a weak half smile, head now resting on his palm instead. The chair next to him was being sat in, and he didn't realize that it was in fact, not his mom. But instead it was...Jon?

"Jon? W-how did you...?"

Jon pressed a finger to Ryan's lips, and the younger went silent. "We were waiting for you in your room so we can cuddle. C'mon babe," He took Ryan's hand, pulling him off the seat and making him follow him upstairs.

And just as he said, there was someone in his bed. Not just anyone, though. It was Dallon. Ryan was so confused, but he didn't protest as he was laid between the two, smushed in a love sandwich. And then-oh god, Jon fucking Walker was kissing him on the lips. And if Ryan wasn't already happy enough, Dallon fucking Weekes was kissing him after. And then Jon and Dallon kissed each other and Ryan had never felt so loved. Pure joy he was feeling, everything before this being completely forgotten. They held him so close, giving him so much serotonin that he was sure he'd explode any minute now.

"Ryan!"

The poor teen swore his soul just left his body. He looked around frantically, until his eyes met with-oh shit. Another oh shit, by the way because holy shit.

"What the fuck..."

He rubbed his temples, a disgusting migraine soaring through his head. His mind was running in circles, and by now he didn't even know if this was some weird dream still. His voice was sore and his back hurt. So he got assfucked. On the third day of summer break. Nice.

When Ryan opened his eyes, there was still Dallon Weekes in front of him, with nothing but a pair of boxers. He didn't seem any better than Ryan did. Then again Ryan was probably delusional, nice to know.

"What happened?"

"Good question."

Dallon's eyes glared at something, and I followed the trail till whoopdie motherfucking doo Jonathon Jacob Walker also for some wonderful reason was in my bedroom with also nothing on but some boxers. Wow.

The two teens that despised my guts fucked me in the ass. How fun.

Word count-831
This chapter was probably a little confusing so the next one will clear up what the fuck happened