go heterosexuality - ryden kik

skype;1

i sigh and open up my computer and search his Skype

once i found it i press the call button, and make sure webcam was off. "hello?"

"holy shit you're voice" brendons voice comes through my earbuds

"hm? what about it?"

"its fucking adorable the fuck?"

"oh, ahah. thanks i guess" 

"turn on your camera!"

"id rather not"

"cmon, rolo"

"thats such a stupid name"

"now you know why i call you it"

"why are you talking to quietly?"

"cause its fucking 11 PM and my family is sleeping"

"that would make sense, its only about 8 here."

"damn okay thanks"

"shouldn't you sleep, bren?"

"noooooo"

"you're pathetic"

"hey! thats not nice"

"im not a very nice person, haven't you already seen that?"

"you're an amazing person ryan."

"thanks i guess"

"you say i guess a lot"

"i do?"

"yeah"

"i guess i do"

"there you go again"

"ten minutessss" 

"i know. where are your parents?"

"uh, moms in ohio. we kinda have two houses"

"so you're alone all the time?"

"yeah, pretty much."

"how do you get food?"

"from the store"

"that makes sense. rolo?"

"yeah?" 

"why do you hate your girlfriend so much?"

"cause she's a bitch"

"oh. can i stay on call when she comes?"

"ill try.."

*about ten min later*

"she's here, bren, gotta g-"

"you're not going anywhere, rolo."

"let me get skype on my phone, then."

*

"alright I'm on my phone now. she's at the door. i have headphones in, just hush."

"yes sir.

-

"george! answer the fucking door! I'm here!" Belle knock at the front door.

"I'm coming, Belle."

"hey" she said smiling with menace behind her eyes.

"hello." i reply maturely,

"george, why is your earbud in?" she's trying to get on my nerves, this is what Belle does.

"uh, I'm listening to music. nothing you would like."

"your music taste is shitty, isn't it?" she always making fun of every little thing i enjoy.

"if you think it is then it probably is."

"I'm always right, aren't i?"

"always, belle" this annoy shit is normal.

"what kinda of music do you even like?" 

"uh?"

"rap? metal?" she lists

"no.."

"then its probably really fucking shitty, just like you as a fucking boyfriend, george. where were you today? you didnt meet me at my locker!"

"i had to get home."

"you don't have a life outside of school, so what did you have to get home for?" we walk to my bedroom.

"i didnt know when my mom was leaving for work."

"you couldn't use call her?"

"no i couldn't."

"oh well."

"i think I'm gonna quit the soccer team, whether you like it or not." i sit down in my computer chair 

"aw why, little pussy?"

"don't call me that."

"why are you quitting?" she asks sitting on the edge of my bed

"because i don't like soccer, and you pressured me into joining."

"then what would you do? sit around and eat food?"

"i have other hobbies than fucking soccer"

"what like sitting around and staring out a window"

"hey, you know what fucking music is?" i was getting annoyed at this point

"no I'm a fucking idiot."

"you must be. i fucking hated soccer from day one. the one thing i get enjoyment from is sitting in my fucking room alone, being a nobody and playing music."

"what like a triangle?"

"i have fucking talent, thank you very much, asshole."

"you know what, fuck you!"

"I've heard those words come out of your mouth plenty of times, Isabelle. then you're going to come crying back to me. and when i get out go this fucking school this year, you're going to be all alone, as a matter of fact, why don't we just end it right now? make the suffering and crying last longer. event those its been like that for me since day fucking one. you're a fucking terrible person to me, and for the last year I've felt that way! you're not making me feel worse than i already do! what do you want to fucking drive me to kill myself? cause thats what it seems, so get out of my fucking house."

"fuck you, I'm leaving, and were fucking done!"

"GOOD!"

and she stormed out 

*

"you're free to talk, bren."

"ry, are you alright?"

"yeah why?"

"what was the part about killing yourself?"

"what?"

"you-"

"i know what i said. its nothing."

"ryan, its not nothing."

"she's just a bitch"

"ryan, are you doing okay?"

"well much better now she's done with me."

"ryan, are you suicidal?"

"i-uh-no"

"ry, please tell me the truth."

"not as bad as it was before i started making actual friends."

"ryan, please tell me when some thing is up."

"i will."

"who is george?"

"th-uh-me. please don't call me that"

"i won't."

"thanks bren."

"no problem, rolo"