bunny boys[ohmtoonz]

birds of a feather

Hmmm.... sslightly angsty, slightly fluffy, pretty stupid all around. Mostly *supposed* character development (i hope)

Also,,, ive started another ohmtoonz au!!! I dont wanna spoil it too much, but know that once im down to the last 5 or so chapters of this book, it'll be published!! Basically it's a nice, happy au where one is a heartless killer and the other is a big softie. You can make your assumptions, but i can promise it's not what you're expecting :)

Anyways, onto the next chapter!!! I had some fun experimenting in this one.

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“Hey. Come on, education's important!” Bryce smiles brightly, innocently holding his hand out for Ryan to take. He giggles softly at Ryan's surprised expression. “I have breakfast in the car, too!”

He's hesitating. As nice as food and education sounds, wallowing in self-pity is just as tempting. It's this knowledge that makes him contemplate one or the other.

Of course, Bryce isn't having any of this. He yanks Ryan up off his bed with a laugh. “Come on! We got tacos and sweet tea! I got you bacon and egg, your favorite!”

It's tempting. It really, really is, but...

"Is... is Luke gonna be there?" He's not sure if he can make it through an entire day of school. If his boyfriend were to show up though, then surely it'll be better, right?

Bryce smiles sweetly. "Yeah, man! Where else would he be?"

Ryan shrugs. He doesn't know if he wants to answer that, because there's a million answers to that question. Luke isn't exactly  fond of school, so to speak. Ryan's positive that Luke would rather sit in an erupting volcano than be at school all day.

He doesn't dare say this out loud though- especially after seeing Bryce’s expression darken to an almost alarming degree.

"I'll make sure of it," he says, voice still soft and sugary sweet. "So don't you worry."

"I..." Ryan has no words for this. He's a little (a lot) intimidated by Bryce. He cannot deny this.

A clean shirt is thrown at Ryan's face, along with a matching pair of jeans and some socks. "Come on! We're gonna be late if we hang around any longer, and I've already hit my tardy limit for the year. Any more and my parents get called, and I'm sure my biology teacher is tired of it by now."

Isn't he taking chemistry? Who takes two science classes?

"I'm taking three, actually. I have physics too. Now get up and put some pants on. I'll dress you myself if I have to!" Bryce crosses his arms in a motherly fashion, giving Ryan a stern glare. He doesn't move an inch, staying perfectly still until Ryan gives in and gets up.

He decides to not question what's happening anymore. He might as well get dressed and go before Bryce rips his head off. 

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"So... how you holdin' up?" A distinctly Southern voice calls out to him, though it sounds faint to Ryan. He's been lost in thought for a while, blankly staring down at his paper. Has he been like this for all of class? He sure hopes not.

Ryan looks up at Luke. He's staring down at Ryan with a sort of fondness that he's not used to. Instead of the smug, teasing grins he's so used to, there's just a soft, sad expression. Almost as if Ryan's too helpless to handle his own feelings, and Luke has to baby him.

He's not so sure if he likes that or not.

"I'm fine," Ryan announces, smiling at his boyfriend. "How are you doing?"