Please Don't Ask Me To Smile 3/?
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wl_fanfictionTitle: Please Don't Ask Me To Smile
Author: desiredeffect
Part: 3/?
Summary: Complete AU, Ryan meets Colin in primary school and obviously it's a friendship that lasts a lifetime (: Ryan is suddenly staying over at Colin's house.
Pairing(s): Eventual Ry/Col
Rating: G
Author's notes: It was christmas!!! And I couldn't make it very christmas, but the word DID get mentioned a few times, that was about it.
Also, Cae has been nice enough to volunteer to write the next one. Right Cae? ;D
Disclaimer: It's not lying, it's a gift for fiction
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It was an early Saturday evening and Ryan was staying over at Colin’s house. He’d gotten so excited over the fact that he was going to be staying at his friend’s place that he’d managed to talk his mother into walking him over there earlier then planned before proceeding to, almost literally, bounce out of the room.
His mom was currently chatting idly to Colin’s mother over a cup of tea, calling Ryan over to introduce himself. He approached the mother of his friend warily; putting on the best charming smile he could muster (Colin was stealing the cookie jar behind her back and Ryan was providing the distraction), introducing himself and answering all her questions with sincere ‘yes ma’ams’ or ‘no Mrs Mochrie’s’ before politely excusing himself and hurrying around the corner.
“Did we get them?”
Colin grinned triumphantly, holding the jar up over his head. “You bet we did. C’mon, come with me.” Sneaking up the stairs, they were overcome with a horrible bout of quickly smothered giggles as they reached the landing of the second floor, scuttling across the carpet and into Colin’s room, shutting the door behind them.
--
Cookie crumbs littered the plush carpeting of Colin’s bedroom, the jar stowed stealthily under Colin’s bed. They’d had to do a quick job of cleaning, which actually involved them putting as much junk onto the floor as possible, when they’d heard the sound of feet making their way up the stairs. It was Ryan’s mom coming in to say goodbye and telling him to do as he was told, pecking him lightly on the cheek (it had involved of lot of wriggling and protesting cries before a thoroughly embarrassed Ryan had managed to get away), before Colin’s mom looked in from around the corner and requested they get into their pyjamas.
Both had obeyed without word, proceeding downstairs afterwards to add ice cream to their stomached collection of chocolate chip cookies. Most of the ice cream ended up in Colin’s hair. Ryan was the perfect picture of innocence during the whole tirade Colin had received from his mom, only faltering when Colin stamped down hard on his foot as Colin apologised with his best puppy dog face and they were both ushered up to their room.
They were currently lying on floor, looking at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Ryan was fidgeting restlessly, never one to be able to stay still for a period longer then ten seconds.
“Hey Col?”
“Yeah Ry?”
“It’s Christmas in a couple of days isn’t it?”
“Yeah. Santa’s coming around to give us presents!”
“Yeah! But…”
“But what?”
“I want to know Col. Santa gives out presents, but he doesn’t really give out promises does he?”
“No? Ry, what are you on about?”
“Col, promise me something, okay?” Ryan’s voice was troubled, something he shouldn’t have been able to achieve before he hit puberty but he managed to pull it off, looking up at his friend.
“I’d promise you anything!”
“Will we be friends forever?”
“Course we will Ry! Best friends forever and ever and ever.” Colin’s voice was full of that childish enthusiasm as he sat up, looking over at Ryan who was now sitting cross-legged on the pile of blankets Mrs Mochrie had provided him with.
“Swear on it?”
Colin smiled and presented a palm to Ryan, but before Ryan could take it he raised it towards his mouth and spat onto it before offering it again. Processing the gesture, Ryan hurriedly did the same thing, cringing a little as the saliva hit his palm, but also extending his hand.
In synch, both of them raised their hands, facing towards each other and spit sliding along the grooves in the palm before smacking them together with a resoundingly wet noise that forever sealed their fate to each other consenting to a silent vow that was only slightly less binding then a blood oath.
“Swear on it.” Colin beamed.
Author: desiredeffect
Part: 3/?
Summary: Complete AU, Ryan meets Colin in primary school and obviously it's a friendship that lasts a lifetime (: Ryan is suddenly staying over at Colin's house.
Pairing(s): Eventual Ry/Col
Rating: G
Author's notes: It was christmas!!! And I couldn't make it very christmas, but the word DID get mentioned a few times, that was about it.
Also, Cae has been nice enough to volunteer to write the next one. Right Cae? ;D
Disclaimer: It's not lying, it's a gift for fiction
--
It was an early Saturday evening and Ryan was staying over at Colin’s house. He’d gotten so excited over the fact that he was going to be staying at his friend’s place that he’d managed to talk his mother into walking him over there earlier then planned before proceeding to, almost literally, bounce out of the room.
His mom was currently chatting idly to Colin’s mother over a cup of tea, calling Ryan over to introduce himself. He approached the mother of his friend warily; putting on the best charming smile he could muster (Colin was stealing the cookie jar behind her back and Ryan was providing the distraction), introducing himself and answering all her questions with sincere ‘yes ma’ams’ or ‘no Mrs Mochrie’s’ before politely excusing himself and hurrying around the corner.
“Did we get them?”
Colin grinned triumphantly, holding the jar up over his head. “You bet we did. C’mon, come with me.” Sneaking up the stairs, they were overcome with a horrible bout of quickly smothered giggles as they reached the landing of the second floor, scuttling across the carpet and into Colin’s room, shutting the door behind them.
--
Cookie crumbs littered the plush carpeting of Colin’s bedroom, the jar stowed stealthily under Colin’s bed. They’d had to do a quick job of cleaning, which actually involved them putting as much junk onto the floor as possible, when they’d heard the sound of feet making their way up the stairs. It was Ryan’s mom coming in to say goodbye and telling him to do as he was told, pecking him lightly on the cheek (it had involved of lot of wriggling and protesting cries before a thoroughly embarrassed Ryan had managed to get away), before Colin’s mom looked in from around the corner and requested they get into their pyjamas.
Both had obeyed without word, proceeding downstairs afterwards to add ice cream to their stomached collection of chocolate chip cookies. Most of the ice cream ended up in Colin’s hair. Ryan was the perfect picture of innocence during the whole tirade Colin had received from his mom, only faltering when Colin stamped down hard on his foot as Colin apologised with his best puppy dog face and they were both ushered up to their room.
They were currently lying on floor, looking at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Ryan was fidgeting restlessly, never one to be able to stay still for a period longer then ten seconds.
“Hey Col?”
“Yeah Ry?”
“It’s Christmas in a couple of days isn’t it?”
“Yeah. Santa’s coming around to give us presents!”
“Yeah! But…”
“But what?”
“I want to know Col. Santa gives out presents, but he doesn’t really give out promises does he?”
“No? Ry, what are you on about?”
“Col, promise me something, okay?” Ryan’s voice was troubled, something he shouldn’t have been able to achieve before he hit puberty but he managed to pull it off, looking up at his friend.
“I’d promise you anything!”
“Will we be friends forever?”
“Course we will Ry! Best friends forever and ever and ever.” Colin’s voice was full of that childish enthusiasm as he sat up, looking over at Ryan who was now sitting cross-legged on the pile of blankets Mrs Mochrie had provided him with.
“Swear on it?”
Colin smiled and presented a palm to Ryan, but before Ryan could take it he raised it towards his mouth and spat onto it before offering it again. Processing the gesture, Ryan hurriedly did the same thing, cringing a little as the saliva hit his palm, but also extending his hand.
In synch, both of them raised their hands, facing towards each other and spit sliding along the grooves in the palm before smacking them together with a resoundingly wet noise that forever sealed their fate to each other consenting to a silent vow that was only slightly less binding then a blood oath.
“Swear on it.” Colin beamed.
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