This is Bullshit
Title:This is bullshit (3/?)
Authors: howido_fics & youbrat
Pairing:Brendon/Ryan
Rating:R
Summary:Brendon was grounded. Its a week later.
Disclaimer:*sigh*
Author’s Note: OK, so it’s not a standalone. It’s a co-write. howido_fics is Brendon, youbrat is Ryan. A lot of talking, a lot less action, although perhaps with the promise of some to come.
A/N2: The next chapter will be a little different, and probably won't be a phone call anymore!


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The past week has been rather uneventful and I've spent some time out with a few people who I like to claim as friends, and perhaps even more time sitting in my room doing homework and helping those high school students with homework as well. It was all pretty boring though, and no phone calls from Brendon. I figured he probably got caught and it was probably the last I'd hear from him. It was a pity since he was a lot of fun to talk to and play with, course, I wouldn't be admitting that to him or anyone else anytime soon, but since that last phone call everything had just gotten slow and boring. Classes went as usual, meals in the cafeteria were as usual, everything had taken on the normal boring monotony of one in college with few friends to spend their time with.

Even worse was the sexual frustration that was coming of not hearing Brendon's voice and the desire to get off to it. Sure I could get myself off, but it tended, now, to be to imagining his voice, and I didn't even know what he looked like. For all I knew he was fat, ugly and was nothing at all what I'd be into, I didn't want my tiny frame squashed under some enormous guy or anything, then again, it depended on what about him would be enormous. Either way, it was a boring Sunday afternoon and I was, yet again, on call for the homework hot-line. This time I was curled up in the comfy chair in my room reading a book as I awaited any phone calls that might come in, not for the first time wishing that my intended roommate had actually shown up at college. Having a room alone was good at times, and at others it really sucked when you wanted company.

I was halfway through the seventh chapter of my book when the phone rang. I marked my spot and put the book down before picking up the phone.

"This is Ryan, how can I help you?"

Um, yeah, I'm having some problems with the periodic table.

"Okay."

I got up and moved over to my desk, pulling out my Chemistry book.

"And what problems would those be?"

Um, it's this whole, row and column thing.

I blinked and tried not to laugh. 'the whole row and column thing' could mean just about anything. I wished at that moment I had told them I wasn't free today so I wouldn't have to deal with these types of calls.

"What about the whole...row and column thing?"

Oh, yeah, what is the difference? I mean, which one is the periods and which one is the groups? I, um, have a test tomorrow, and I left my book in my locker.

I leaned back in the chair at my desk and closed my eyes a little. This was an easy one and I couldn't believe someone was calling with such a question.

"Okay. The row is the period. The column is the group. I guess, if you want a trick to remember that, just remember that r and p are toward the end of the alphabet and c and g toward the beginning, so r and p, row and period go together and c and g, column and group go together. Does that help?"

Wow. I think that'll work. Or I could remember that Ryan is Pretty, Cute and Giggly!

I blinked again and then laughed softly.

"Brendon?"

Okay, so maybe I should have recognized his voice, maybe, I mean, it had been playing a key role in my masturbatory dreams lately, but a remembered voice is never quite the same as the actual voice, so sue me for not recognizing his voice immediately.

The one, the only!

I laughed softly and climbed off the desk chair and made my way over to my comfy chair again.

"Are you actually calling for Chemistry information, or are you just calling to talk to me? And what happened last time anyway?"

Fuck chemistry, I wanted to talk to you. Oh, and last time, my mom caught me on the phone and took it out of my room. So, I was grounded from the phone, unless someone called me. She even made me keep my door open at night...

"Shit...you've got strict parents, huh?"

I pulled my legs up under me and rested my head on the back of the chair, glad that I didn't have to actually help anyone with homework right then, I just seriously wasn't in the mood.

"So does this mean you're still grounded? Or are you finally free?"

Neh, they aren't strict, I like it actually, keeps me out of trouble and off the streets...wow, I sounded like a lifetime story or something there...anyway, I am officially ungrounded!

I smiled to myself and ran my fingers over the edge of the chair.

"So does that mean I should be leaving my window unlocked tonight?"

I did my best to sound playful and teasing, since it was a conversation we had last time about him climbing into my window and climbing on top of me as well. There was a lot more to all of this and I wasn't really sure I was ready for him to actually go forward with his little promise of 'every night' but at the same time it had been a while since I'd actually wanted someone in bed with me. Well, okay, maybe not that long, but still, I was intrigued by this boy and I didn't even know what he looked like.

I heard him laugh.

You better! God, I've been aching to get out of this place, hell, Spencer even invited me to the movies, but all I wanted to do was talk to you...oh, wait, did I just say that out loud?

I laughed softly and bit my lip, almost a little nervous now. We'd only talked to each other twice and here he was giving up time with his best friend to talk on the phone to me, a college student with practically no life. Wasn't that indicative of something a bit more serious than just the flirtatiousness we'd been sparing with and sharing?

"You get off of grounding and you turn down your best friend to sit on the phone with a complete stranger? Why?"

Cause you are hot!

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and ran my hand through my hair nervously.

"How do you know? I could be some ugly kid with zits and glasses and 100 pounds overweight."

Oh, yeah, I forgot, I got Spence to bring an old Bishop yearbook to school with him.

"Oh."

I bit my lip again. He knew what I looked like, and apparently he thought I was hot. But I still had no clue what he looked like, and it made me even more nervous that he had an advantage over me.

You know, you could really stand to eat a burger, I wouldn't want to break you or something...

Something in his words sparked something inside me. I never did take people making fun of my weight lightly.

"I happen to eat just fine, thank you."

I frowned after hearing myself, I knew I sounded a little harsh. But the fact that he had the advantage on me was getting to me already and I closed my eyes.

"Although, it is about lunch time and I do have a lunch break, maybe I should go take it."

Dude, I didn't mean to offend you, it's just, you look so small and frail and stuff, ok, nevermind...but really, you aren't gonna go are you?

"I may be small, but I'm not that frail. Just because you saw a picture of me from high school, don't make assumptions about who or what I am."

I sighed, swearing silently at Spencer for showing off the yearbook, he shouldn't have, he never should have handed Brendon the advantage, but he wouldn't have known I didn't want him to have it. I didn't know Spencer that well.

Woah! OK, sorry, maybe I should go....

"Maybe you should have gone out with him..."

I muttered softly, because it hurt. It always hurt when people talked about how little I was. It always hurt when people thought I'd break, I'd been through more than they could imagine and I'd never broken yet, and I had a mind to never break for anyone.

Ryan, I'm sorry, really, I was just joking, I mean, seriously, you aren't that much smaller than me...

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't know that now would I?"

I sighed and got up, walking over to my bed and laying down on it.

"Just because we've talked twice doesn't mean we know each other that well, Brendon. We know a little, yeah, but we don't know everything. You, at least, know what I look like, I don't even have an inkling of that with you."

Well, what do you want to know?

I sighed again and closed my eyes.

"Honestly? I don't know. I don't even know what we're doing. We talk twice, you get off, well, almost twice talking to me...and now you called just to talk, giving up on going out to talk to me. What is it you want?"

I don't know. I mean, I just, this whole time I was grounded, you were all I thought about. I just, it's weird, I missed you more than I missed my music, my guitar, my computer, and hell, all my other wanna-be friends. Is that stupid of me to think about you, and want to get to know you? Yeah, I saw a picture of you, like, what a year ago. And, yeah, I liked what I saw...ok, I liked it A LOT, but still, if I am wasting your time, please, just let me know...and I'll go bug someone else.

I frowned a little and ran my hand through my hair, closing my eyes. It felt good to be told I was liked, it felt good to be told someone found me attractive.

"You didn't answer my question Brendon. What is it you want? Because I think you now know more about me than I know about you."

I rested my hand on my stomach.

I wanna be your friend. I wanna tell my friends I can't go out with them tonight cause I am hanging out with you.

"But you already told them that you weren't going out with them tonight, didn't you?"

My eyes scanned my room. I wasn't looking for anything, yet I was looking for everything at the same time.

It was hypothetical, but, yeah...I did already tell them tonight, and I'm not expecting you to make a night of this, here with me, but, I just wanted to call you and let you know that I am not grounded, and tell you I want to hang out sometime.

"I'm going out tonight."

The words left my lips without me even thinking them, without me even knowing that I was going to be going out or where. I didn't even know what my own intent was in saying them. I just laid there, after they slipped off my tongue, and blinked, trying to figure out what the hell I meant by that.

Oh, well, have fun...

I nodded to myself as my eyes fell on a flyer next to my bed. I smiled as I picked up the flyer and toyed my fingers over the edge of it.

"I am sure I will. Its been a while since I went to a show."

Tonight? Who?

I chuckled silently to myself and read the name of the band and venue silently to myself.

"Its a local band, one that is from here at the college. They're doing a show in the small venue in town."

Oh, by yourself?

"Well, that has been the plan so far. My...my friends are busy. So I figured I'd go find someone to rub against in the crowd."

I started running my fingers lightly over the exposed patch of skin at the bottom of my shirt.

What about me?

"What about you Brendon? Up until what, twenty minutes ago, I didn't know if I'd hear from you again, let alone that you weren't grounded anymore."

Would you like to rub against me?

I closed my eyes and ran my hand over my stomach. The thought of meeting him there was something I pretty much wanted to jump at, but I had no way of knowing who he was, I'd have no way of recognizing him at all. It came, again, to his advantage over me now.

"I'm guessing by you asking you'd like that."

A lot, actually.

I chewed on my lip and wondered if I was ready to allow this to go from being this phone conversation thing to actually meeting in person. I didn't know where it would go if we actually did meet, it made me nervous, so I changed the subject so I could think.

"You shouldn't call the homework hot-line just to talk to me."

Well, give me your number and I won't have to.

I blinked, for some reason I didn't expect that response.

"Is everything just that easy for you? Do you get everything you want?"

Hmm, most the time yeah, but you are making it real hard, you know, which, I like a challenge!

"Is that what I am to you now? A challenge?"

I smiled to myself and stretched out, feeling my back crack as I did. A plan started to come to me and I grinned, wondering how much he would be game for and how far he would go to see me. This would give me the advantage, not him, if he went along with it. Without even knowing I'd already laid the groundwork, now he just had to go for it, and something told me that Brendon would go for it.

"How much of a challenge are you up for?"

Maybe, I dunno, depends on how hard you make me, um, work.

I smirked softly to myself.

"Um work? Why was the um in there?"

My mom walked by.

I nodded to myself and closed my eyes. This would be good, I knew it would be.

"Oh, okay. So what were you really going to say then?

Depends on how hard you make me....dammit, the joke is ruined now.

"So I have to get you turned on and hard to get you to be up for a challenge?"

If that was all it took, it wouldn't be too hard. It just needed a few properly timed movements, a few gasps or moans, and I knew he'd be panting on the other end of the line.

No, that's just a bonus!

I quirked my eyebrow slightly and smiled to myself. He would fall for it, he would take the bait, he would take the challenge.

"So I ask you again. How much of a challenge are you up for Brendon?"

I sat up and kicked off my shoes, going about finding clothes to wear to the show. I figured if he was going to want to see me bad enough, I better make the best of it that I could.

What do you have in mind? I could borrow my parent's car, go on college campus, which I am forbidden, and stay out till midnight on a school night. That could be, like, let me think, a week for the car, two for the campus, and another for the curfew, like, a month's worth of grounding...I'm up for that challenge.

"What are you allowed that won't get you grounded?"

I looked up into the mirror and smirked a little. I had changed some since that picture he'd seen in the year book. And what I planned, even Spencer wouldn't be able to point me out to this kid. He was about eating out of my hand, almost taken the bait and the challenge, but he wouldn't find the desired result easily. I wasn't going to give into him that easy, not yet, I wanted to have the power over him at least for now, and if I played things right, I would have that power, and possibly more.

Um, well, it is a school night, so I have to be home by nine, and I can, like go to shows, if I am going with Spence, or I tell my parents at least a week in advance, and same with the car. So basically, if I breathe, I'm grounded.

I made myself sound flip, as if it didn't matter at all to me.

"Well then maybe another night. I wouldn't want to put you through the torment of being grounded for a month. Course, you could have been going out with Spence tonight...but you turned him down."

Oh! No, I'll just tell my parent's I am going with Spence and that we are going to study afterwards, and I need the car, cause his is getting an oil change. And then, I'll be running late, which, oh, I'll need a change of clothes, right, cause it'll be smoky in there, and then I can go and be back, all in one piece, yeah, that'll work, I'm sure!

I laughed softly to myself. He took it, hook, line and sinker, now he just had to agree to the challenge.

"Then I give you this challenge...find me. Wear a blazingly pink shirt, and find me."

Find you?

I responded almost hard, resolutely at the least.

"Find me."

Well, what will you being wearing? And how did you know I looked sexy in pink?

"If I tell you what I'll be wearing, what is the challenge in it? If I told you exactly where I'll be, what is the challenge in it? I haven't given you the name of the band or the venue. And I'm not giving you what I'll be wearing. So there is the challenge. If you want to find me badly enough...you'll find me."

I grinned to myself. I was playing low and dirty, I knew that. It wouldn't be easy to just find me. There were lots of local bands playing in small venues every night. He had to chose the right one, and then find me in the crowd, and I wasn't about to make that an easy task if he did find the right venue.

"And when I say blazingly pink, I mean the brightest pink possible."

On the other end of the line, he laughed in a way that I thought was smug.

Oh, I am up for the challenge, and let me tell you, Brendon never loses.

"Oh really? Well, we'll see how you do tonight. If you find me, and I mean if you do, I'll give you my number there."

Challenge accepted.

I smirked in conquest. It would not be as easy as he seemed to think, I would make sure of it.

"Good. And, by the way, you can't ask people for help."

Who needs help?

I laughed.

"Remember that when you're looking. You have to do it all yourself. No asking bouncers at the doors to clubs and venues. No asking bartenders or guys you see in the venues. I'll allow you to ask Spence, but that is it."

Piece of cake!

"Oh really? And why do you think it is going to be so easy?"

I grinned as I went into my closet again and pulled out the clothes I was going to wear. No one would recognize me when I was done.

I just do, it's like a live 'Where's Waldo' and I rocked at that book!

"Only I won't be wearing a red and white stripped shirt for you to find easily. This is a little game it seems, and I'm not letting you win that easily."

So, besides the number, what's else is my prize, cause I know I can always get a hold of you through this number...

"You can for the moment. But I'm not always going to be helping with homework. I have some...things...changing in my life soon. I won't have all the time in the world to be at your beckon call."

It was true, there were some things I was about to change, and this job for the hot-line was one of them, I just hadn't told them that yet.

Oh, well, we will just have to talk about it tonight, I myself need to search my sister's closet for a bright pink polo...

I laughed and shook my head.

"You do that. Make sure its the brightest you can find. You've got time to call Spence and tell him whats going on and get him to agree. You may even have time to go shopping."

Nope, I need to get there early!

"Oh? And why early? And you've already figured out where 'there' is?"

I laughed softly and ran my fingers over the material of the pants I'd laid out. This would be fun.

Nope...that's why I need to get there early, Cutie...so I get a jump start. On campus? Right?

I laughed again.

"I never said anything about on campus Brendon."

Dammit!

"Good luck."

I grinned to myself and thought a moment.

"If I don't see you tonight, I'm sure I'll be hearing from you tomorrow."

Oh, you'll be seeing me...soon! Later Sexy!

I laughed to myself and shook my head.

"Later Brendon."

With that, I hung up the phone and decided to go take a shower before getting ready.