VICTORIOUS - ONE SHOTS

Fairytale

(New book cover who dis)

Ignore any mistakes made in this, I wrote part of this at 2am 😅
(also if you want to know who Ryan is, just imagine Casey Cott)

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The stomping of boots snapped Andre out of his trance as he sat waiting in the small room.
He stood up hastily, notepad and pen at the ready, and headed over to the sweaty players.

"Umm hi, I'm Andre, from the Smithsonian Uni Newspaper"

A hand was offered to him, and soon he found himself chatting amongst the players, pen scratching furiously as he tried his best to keep up with the onslaught of words. Soon, the hour he was assigned passed, and he found himself standing and packing up. To his surprise, he saw the captain, Chris, in front of him.

"Hey, dude, you did a really great job today. Probably one of the best interviewers we've had. Keep up the good work, and you could be doing this again next week."

Andre smiled at the thought. He liked the idea, and he didn't really know why. Maybe he had found his true calling? He imagined himself in the future, songwriting and singing in the day, reporting at the night. He could do this.

Over the next few weeks, he found himself becoming closer to the entire team. He'd exchanged numbers with them, and started to hang out with them on weekends as well.

Then New Years came around, and that's when everything changed.

Andre turned up at Chris' house at 9pm on the dot. He was clapped on the back, and offered lots of praise, as usual. 

At 10:30 the drinks started flowing.

At 11:30 everyone gathered around in the living room to play a drunk version of truth or dare.

Drunk Andre made an appearance, laughing loudly and chilling in the sofa. He sat slumped next to his bestie Ryan, as they laughed at some weird reality show. Suddenly he stopped, as he saw all eyes on him.

"Mate, your go. Truth or dare?" a kid urged.

Andre simply went with the more logical answer, dare.

The other boy started to mischievously smirk.

"I dare you… to go into the back room and make out with…him!" he triumphantly shouted, pointing at Ryan.

"I-" Andre stuttered.

"A dares a dare. Go!"

Andre reluctantly got to his feet, dragging the drunk Ryan behind him.

"Let's just get this over with." he sighed.

Leaning down, he reluctantly pressed his lips to the other boy's. But it was what happened next that took him by surprise. It was like hot chocolate had been poured over him, popping candy in his mouth. It was like a full blown party, fireworks exploding everywhere. Alarmed, he took a  step back.

He didn't go far though, as Ryan reached up and pulled him back into a deep, passionate kiss.

"I- I think I like you" Andre gasped.

"Yeah, no shit" Ryan agreed.

The next 9 months were the best in Andre's life. He simply felt like he was walking on top of the world, like his whole soul was filled with air and pure joy. However, all good things don't last forever, it only takes a matter of time for things to collapse. As the months passed by, Andre noticed something odd. While Andre had introduced Ryan to his family heaps of times, Ryan hadn't even mentioned them once. Andre could tell that it was a sensitive subject, and he didn't want to pry, but he thought he ought to know. Every time he brought up the matter, Ryan always found a way to dodge the question, and Andre would always drop the issue without much hassle.

Turns out, Andre should've pried and discovered the truth earlier. By the time he did, it was too late.

Late in August, Andre strolled up to his classroom, expecting to greet Ryan there as usual. To his surprise, he wasn't there. Andre assumed that he was sick or something, and just brushed it off. He couldn't shake off the notion that something was out of place though, and the fact that whispers kept following him through the corridors. He pushed it to the back of his mind, but when Ryan didn't turn up for the second day in a row, he began to panic. Dialling his number frantically, he almost cried in despair when  it went straight to voicemail. What was going on?

Running around desperately the campus, he spotted one of Ryan's friends and practically pounced on him.

"Please, do you know where Ryan lives?"

He raised an eyebrow. "He didn't tell you?"

"No!"

After getting the address, he sprinted to his car, slamming the door and speeding off. Class could wait, life couldn't.

Pulling up to the supposed address, he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he looked at the abandoned looking house. Was this really the right address? There was a huge 'For Sale' sign pitched right in the middle of the lawn.

An elderly man walked by Andre on the footpath.

"Hey kid, you looking for someone? The people and their son who used to live here moved out yesterday evening."

"What? Why? Are you sure? What was the boys name?"

"Something starting with R… Ryder, Ryan or something. The parents were yelling  something about God, and being corrupted and committing a sin. They dragged him off somewhere in the blink of an eye."

Andre sank to his knees. This couldn't be happening. How could he have let this happen? He tried dialing Ryan's number, but it went to voicemail yet again. Nothing could describe the pain his heart was going through, it was like being crushed by an elephant, like it was cracking and splintering. He cried out in despair. One thought went through his mind. Why?

7 years later

Andre, who was now 28, strolled down the streets of New York at his own pace, whistling a tune merrily. After the heartbreak, he had dropped out of college, and was now making a living selling covers of popular songs. He rounded the corner of an alleyway, and soon came face to face with his favourite local coffee shop. Proceeding to go straight to the front counter, he casually said his normal order. But there was something odd about today. Peering at the oddly familiar looking person serving, he was suddenly struck with a sense of déjà vu. 

"Ryan?" He whispered, not believing his eyes. The counter boy's face flickered slightly with the sense of recognition, but quickly he regained his normality. The next seven words he uttered seemed to stop Andre's heart.

"Sorry, I don't know who you are."

It was then that Andre learned the ultimate lesson,

not all fairytales have the perfect ending.