RJ Caswen Oneshots

Think about it

Walking through the halls of East high we’re becoming a tedious action, the points, the whispers. All because no one had to ask what happened.

When people have a negative opinion of you, it's practically a death sentence, and if that opinion becomes the mass’s thought of you. There is nothing you will ever be able to do about it.


Other than to lay down and die.

[Months ago, sometime after East high produced the first ever production of high school musical]

Ricky, his dad and mom were walking from their favorite restaurant, well their favorite restaurant when they were all one family, nonetheless they were happy in that moment.

Happy like how they did before, Ricky had been torn up after the divorce, he fought it like most children, but these things can't be beaten when neither side wants to fight anymore.

So, they lived separately and only came together when it concerned their kid, they tried to make it as easy as possible for him.

Lynn’s specific wording was “Our choice is screwing with him as is, I swear ill make it my mission to make sure he never has to feel this way again”. So that what they did, Ricky from that point on hadn’t had to deal with that type of loss, he was happy, so incredibly happy his family hadn’t been broken like he thought the divorce would.

But that happiness was short lived.


As they laughed

Ricky felt something wet on his face accompanied by the sound of something ripping through the air, at first, he thought it was rain and the sound was the water droplets collided with the pavement.
But that thought was laid to the side as his dad stopped walking.

“Hey Dad you good?” he hadn’t moved.

“Mike?” She began to walk to her ex-partner but once again a wet substance and the sound distracted Ricky.

“Mom?” She had stopped walking as well, but she was responding in a way Mike wasn’t, she was stumbling and motioning her hand for Ricky to move away.

Ricky held his hand over his head as rain started to sprinkle, but before it got too heavy, he spotted the red on his hand, illuminated by the street lamp.
His heart dropped when both his parents had then collapsed, blood pooling under them, the rancid metallic smell pilling in his nostrils.

He rushed over to the now lifeless bodies and all he could do was release a guttural scream until it was cut short by a piercing pain in the back of his head.

When he woke up in the hospital, he didn't speak.

When he was accused of his parents' deaths, he didn't speak.

When Todd became his legal guardian, he didn't speak.

When people gossiped, he was a murderer and he didn't speak.

He didn’t speak because he didn't have anything to say, he didn't know what he could say, what he would say.

All he could do was stay silent and cry.
Cry to Ms. Jenn
Cry to Big red
Cry to Nini
He cried to whoever would hear him.

[Now]

Ricky kept his head down as he maneuvered through the empty halls; he raised his hand and, without saying a word, he could go to the bathroom.
He enjoyed the silence of the school, nowadays he prefers his senses to be at their peak.

Which is why he noticed a set of footsteps entering the bathroom, he mentally vomited, he purposely chose the bathroom people don't use, it was the only one that had a dean's office right in front of it. People who wanted to skip class had marked it as a 'no go zone’.

He was in the only stall of the bathroom, so he prayed the stranger wouldn't -

His prayers were cut off by the sound of the door being pulled, the clank of the metal lock keeping the door shut twisted his stomach into knots.

A light knock on the door followed. “Is anyone here?"

Every part of Ricky's being told his mouth to stay shut.

“Yeah?”

“Are you done?”

Say no and be done with it!!

“Sure, I guess” after mentally chastising himself, he slowly walked out of the stall.

The stranger quickly entered the stall and the uncomfortable sounds of him relieving himself filled the empty space.

After a quick wash of his hands, Ricky rushed out, only for his stomach to churn when the same voice from the bathroom called for him.

Though he wanted to, his body refused to move, he practically froze like a deer in headlights.

“You’re that Ricky kid, right?”

His voice was clear, it felt clear of malice, it lowered Ricky's guard for a moment. That alone sets alarms off in his head.

“Yeah?” the response fell off his lips timidly.

“You’re friends with that Nini girl, right?"

‘Where is he going with this interrogation’

“Yes?” As the time went on Ricky's pulse never slowed, he knew what boys like the one in front of him could get away with, what they would and could do, all just extra reasons for him not to be trusted.

“I was just asking, she dropped this in our last period, and I didn't know how to give it back to her.” he says while pulling a small, almost phone sized booklet from his jacket pocket.

It was her song book, Ricky practically snatched the book from his hands, he knows Nini puts EVERYTHING in that book, he cared much more about her secrets being kept secret than him possibly getting beat up for snatching a book from a football player.

“You didn’t look in it did you!?” his words were laced with anxiety.

“No- no, I didn’t snoop I swear.” He held his hands up in surrender.

A sigh of relief left Ricky’s body at the words, he then remembered where he was, “Is that all?” he asked his voice back to its original shyness.

“Yeah, I guess, I'm Ej by the-” not another word was spoken before Ricky made a beeline back to his classroom.

‘Why do I always find the weird ones so attractive?’ The jock thought to himself.

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