~Polyamory~

School

     ~Ryan's POV~

   It's the first day of school, and I'm already late. Perfect. I look out my window and see Brendon in his car, looking up at my room. I open my curtain more, and wave at him. He taps the back of his wrist, like he's tapping a watch. I roll my eyes, and flip him off. I see him smile, chuckle, and shaking his head.

   I look at him, and then his lips. I imagine his lips on mine, and tugging at my shirt. I take my shirt off, then I take his off. I kiss down his neck, reaching his chest. I start to kiss lower, until I'm at his waistband. I then slip his jeans and underwear off, and start to take his--. I'm cut off by Brendon yelling at me, to, "Hurry the fuck up!"

   I chuckle, then look down at my crotch. I sigh in relief, because I do indeed have a problem down there, but I'm wearing skinny jeans, so it's not too noticeable. I grab my bag, and slip on my Vans. I walk out the door, and slightly jog to Brendon's car.

   "Took you long enough," Brendon mumbled. I rolled my eyes and buckled up. He starts driving towards the school, and I look at the time.

   "Shit!" I murmured. Brendon looked over.

   "What?"

   "We're late," I say louder then my last sentence.

   "Well no, shit. If you wouldn't take so damn long, we wouldn't be so late. You're like a girl getting ready in the morning," he says, taking his eyes off the road for a bit, only to look back.

   "I'm sorry," I whisper. I feel bad, I really do, but the reason I was late was because I was having a panic attack, thinking of all of the people at school. Brendon looks over, and looks regretful. I suddenly felt guilt wash over me. "No, I'm sorry," he says. "It's not your fault, it's my fault for scolding you like that. I shouldn't do that, especially since we've been friends since kindergarten. I should know what I can and can't say," he says, looking sad. I feel really bad, because I caused his sadness. Not him. Not his parents. I did.

   We arrive at school, and as soon as Brendon parks, I unbuckle and tackle him into a hug. He hugs back, but he looks confused. "I'm sorry," I whisper into his neck. He shivers, and says, "It's fine, Ry. I'm not upset. I was just mad at myself for snapping like that at you." I look at him, and kiss his cheek, then his neck, something we do to reassure each other. He shivers, yet again, but does it back.

   We then walk into school, making up a simple excuse for being late. We say that my family had an emergency, and since Brendon is my ride, he had to wait, too. The lady at the front desk shrugs, and says, "Alright, boys. Please don't be late again tomorrow. Or, at least try. Here are your schedules." We immediately start comparing schedules, and see that we have all our classes together. I pump my fist in the air, then we both run to first period.

   The teacher had our names in alphabetical order of last names. Bren and I were lucky to have pretty close last names. We sat next to each other, after getting our assigned seats from the teacher, Mr. Armstrong.

~~~~~Author's Note~~~~~

575 Words, and a decent start. Or at least I think so. I'll probably update this at least once a week, only because of school. I'm willing to get requests for book ideas, and in said book, I'll put your name in, and say it was all your idea. I'm thinking of starting an Emo Oneshots book, and I'll also take requests for that.

  Goodbye,

       A Sinner.