Drop Dead Gorgeous

La Goutte Morte Splendide et l'exclu [2/?]

2008-02-23T23:12:51Z

Title: La Goutte Morte Splendide et l'exclu. (Translates as The Drop Dead Gorgeous and The Outcast)
Authors: Dropd3ad_fics.
Pairing: Rosky (Sisky/Ryan) there's a new one for ya' :]
POV: 3rd, but at some parts 1st.
Rating: Will get upto Nc-17
Disclaimer: If we owned any of the guys in this, we can assure you, this would not be in writing. Infact we wouldnt even be here.
Summary: The expectations were dull. Ryan Ross was an ego inflated pretty boy, while Adam Siska was an easily ticked off little guy. Their backgrounds may have nothing in common, but somehow destiny seems to take a role in their lives. Adam, better known as Sisky, is forced to go to a boarding school by his father and step mother. Ryan was the orphan who needed to go to a boarding school. Anything better then an actual orphanage. Both boys meet and the connection lurks their air, yet both are too stubborn to let it sink in. What will happen when these oppisites attrack? Romance sure took a turn for the unexpected.
Author's notes: Comments are love. Danielle= RyRo; Maria= Siskybiz.

'If looks could kill, I'd be scared' (Sisky's POV):

Sisky had just gotten settled in his new dorm room. Room 306 to be exact. His roommate just so happened to be a bubbly brunette with a big ass. His ass was the first thing Sisky noticed, yum. So anyways, Sisky was currently unpacking his fifty millionth pair of dunks, when apple bottom came strolling by, a radiant smile on his face."Hey, I'm Brendon," bubble butt- I mean Brendon, said. "What's your name?"Sisky simply looked up, flashing his own heart warming smile. "The name's Adam, but um..call me Sisky, kay?"Brendon nodded, his smile now taking up his whole face. This kid's smile was blinding, honestly. "Why Sisky?" he asked, tilting his head to the side just the slightest bit."Eh, I guess its just a cute way to say my last name." Sisky shrugged his shoulders, placing his last pair of nikes on the shoe rack. Thank God."Oh, okay," Brendon said, walking over to Sisky and the million pairs of shoes. "Bro, you have so many shoes." The brunette eyed the other's sneakers, grinning like a fool."Yep! I sort of have an obsession with nikes. I don't have a problem, I swear." Sisky giggled, and oh fuck did he just giggle? Brendon will
probably call him a fag and run away, screaming for holy water to disinfect his precious straight ears.But for his surprise, Brendon nodded again, giggling short after. Okay, well maybe Sisky suspected wrong."I don't think you are. I personally find that pretty chill. I love shoes too, but um..I don't gots the mula to actually buy as much as I would like." Brendon shrugged, pulling Sisky by the hand. "Oh well. want to go hang out somewhere? Its lunch time and I'm hungry."Sisky was slightly taken by surprise. The kid just met him, and he's already offering to spend time with him. Not bad, Sisky might like this kid after all. A little bit on the hyperactive side, but still pretty cool."Yeah, that sounds good. Im hungry too." Sisky gripped the other's hand back, leading right behind. Brendon had brought them to a huge cafeteria. I mean seriously, it was huge! Sisky was so busy taking in
his surroundings that he didn't notice Brendon nudging his ribs. "Dude, look over there. That's Ryan Ross.." Brendon said, pointing to some lanky kid with dramatic make-up on. Woah, make-up? That's um..that's cool, and this kid, Ryan was his name?, could easily pull it off. "He's a jerk though," Brendon continued, "total ass who thinks he could get any guy he wants because he's good looking and blah blah blah." Sisky wasn't really paying attention to Brendon, Ryan had stolen it and decided to keep it. The kid was tall, or well, everyone is taller then Sisky, he's just a little guy. He was also really good looking. Fuck, what Sisky'd do to tap that ass...

'He's got the perfect skin, with the devils grin' (Ryan's POV):

Ryan had been standing over by the doors leading into the large room, nearly everyone in the hall had turned to get a better look at his beautiful figure. He also had the sense of knowing when a new pair of eyes decided to add to the many already scanning his thin frame. He swept his hair from his eyes and walked with a catwalk grace, over to his friends who'd just entered via the door at the otherside. His dramatic make-up giving his face the 'death defying perfection' look. Oh he knew he was dead gorgeous and he made sure everyone knew it, as he walked down the central aisle, his hands on his hips as he flaunted himself off, eyes widening and mouthes dropping as he showed off his latest outfit of clothes. He had money and a new wardrobe nearly every week was a must have for Ryan Ross.
Ryan came to a stop beside Brian, giving him a friendly hug making every boy in the cafeteria eye's flash green with envy. With the rest of them, he gave them a kiss on the cheek and a hug because he knew how much he made the other boys wonder what his angel lips felt like against their own skin.
"Hey check out the new kid." Jimmy's voice sneered, lifting his long arm and pointing towards one of the tables, Ryan's head spun around to follow it's direction.
"Oh...there's a new kid?" He smiled, his eyes setting on the small boy for the briefest moment. It was a rule he had never ever make it look like you were interested, if he did he was 'afraid' he'd break their pretty little hearts when they found out he wasnt at all interested.
"Well isnt he something differant." Zacky commented, coming up behind Ryan and peering at the new boy. The tall boy snorted, tossing his head back and blinking slowly giving everyone a proper view of the boys handy work with eyeliner, eyeshadow and of course, a great imagination.
As much as he wished it, Ryans painted eyes kept going to the new boy and he sighed turning to look at Brian, Zacky and Jimmy, each of them looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
"I suppose I should go introduce myself to him." He said in a sweet tone, walking away towards the table, he could clearly see Brendon talking to the small boy, you could tell the chirpy brunette a mile off.
His self proclaimed angelic body, walked down the tables again with an almost mysterious air about his walk, when he reached the table he leant down, resting his elbows on the table and perching his chin on his palms.
"Well well..." He sang. "What do we have here." He flashed one of his famed smiles, his gaze flickering between Brendon and who was sat next to him.
"Hello Ryan." Brendon said through almost gritted teeth.
"Why hello Brenny." He loved how Brendon flushed red at the pet name. "As I was saying what is your name?" He held up a hand briefly when Brendon went to answer. "No. I want him to tell me."

La Goutte Morte Splendide et l'exclue

2008-02-23T03:27:36Z

Title: La Goutte Morte Splendide et l'exclu. (Translates as The Drop Dead Gorgeous and The Outcast)
Authors: Dropd3ad_fics.
Pairing: Rosky (Sisky/Ryan) there's a new one for ya' :]
POV: 1st person. (Marked)
Rating: Will get upto Nc-17
Disclaimer: If we owned any of the guys in this, we can assure you, this would not be in writing. Infact we wouldnt even be here.
Summary: The expectations were dull. Ryan Ross was an ego inflated pretty boy, while Adam Siska was an easily ticked off little guy. Their backgrounds may have nothing in common, but somehow destiny seems to take a role in their lives. Adam, better known as Sisky, is forced to go to a boarding school by his father and step mother. Ryan was the orphan who needed to go to a boarding school. Anything better then an actual orphanage. Both boys meet and the connection lurks their air, yet both are too stubborn to let it sink in. What will happen when these oppisites attract? Romance sure took a turn for the unexpected.
Author's notes: kay, so this is new writing for both of us. Or well, me, Maria, and uh..idk we just randomly came up with it, because we obviously had nothing better to do. Oh yeah, Sisky and Ryan is pretty original. We had to make the pairing name and everything. Yum. Haha. But yeah, comments are love. Danielle= RyRo; Maria= Siskybiz.

'The boy with the looks to die for' (Ryan's POV):

It's not easy being me, yeah Ryan Ross. I attend Waverly All Boys Boarding School, the kid with no parents thats me. Not that I mind, really, you learn to live after awhile.
I pick up the eyeliner and begin to do my fancy little designs I do everyday, it's one of the many things I'm good at. Infact I can say I'm the best make up designer going at the moment in this school. I'm a born natural.
I can hear Matt and Brian at it again in the next room, stupid guys. It's like...fucking 9am and there at it AGAIN.
Jimmy and Zacky are laughing their heads off, no doubt recording Brian's screams, the guys too godamn loud.
I set down the pencil and look for my eyeshadow and eye paint. "Fuck" I mumble, after checking through one of my many make-up bags. To my surprise, I spotted the paints and shadow under my bed. "What the fuck are they doing down there?" I ask rhetorically. Who cares, I have them now.
Yeah, I'm the kid here with no parents; died when I was thirteen, leaving me alone in this world. Of course my family turned it's back on me. Well fuck them now. I got shoved off here and of course I was the 'Kid you had to be gentle on'. Me? Hey it got me out of lessons, just turn on the water works and hurrah, I was out of there. Sometimes it upsets me thinking about the life I could of had . Of course, I miss my mum, she was always so supportive, a real beauty. Could have done so much better then my dad. Hmmph. Whatever man. There, I look at myself in the mirror. My purple eyeshadow beautifully applied, complimented with swirls of black and white eye paint and eyeliner.
Of course, I grew up to be one of the most Drop Dead Gorgeous boys here. Simply everyone wants to be with me, and dont I know it. I cant walk down the hall without someone whistling or checking me out, they know they cant have me, and dont they adore me when I play guitar.
I check myself out in my mirror; one of the good things in this school, no uniform. I can wear whatever I want, which is good because I want to show off my slim frame which so many are jealous of.
Weekends are the best, so many possibilities open for me to explore. So many boys that want to admire my body, and I personally dont want to keep them waiting.

'Green eyes don't lie' (Sisky's POV):

I honestly don't know what bothers me more. The fact that my father has replaced my mother so fast with that babbling bimbo, or the fact that im being forced, against my will, to go to an all boys boarding school. I mean, yeah I have no real problem being away from that annoying bitch, but that means that I'll be leaving everything behind. Everything that I've grown so fond off. Every single memory that my little heart could possibly bear. Then again, those aren't many. But still...
My train of thoughts was soon knocked over and crashed by a knock on the door.
"Im coming..." I mumble, letting my legs take their sweet time. The last person I want to see is that fake blonde at the door. And just as I open it...there she is, glaring at me as if I had stolen her precious tanning bottles.
"Your father and me," notice the word 'me' in that sentence. God this
woman was stupid. "We want you down in the car this instant." She then turned on her heels and left, just like that. Mm, good thing, or else I would of slapped the fake tan right off of her. I finished stuffing the last of my things inside one of my many bags, while taking a good look at my now old bedroom.
"Traitor.." I say out loud, refering to my father. This is all his fault.
If it weren't for his blind eyesight and crazy testostorone (ew) he would of never married that bitch and replaced my mother.
Anywho, I head out of my room, outside the light green house, (ick, my father has bad taste in colors), and into the black Dodge my father's job helped him afford. He flashes that smile followed by that bimbo's fake smile, which only sends butterflies to my stomach. And not the good butterflies, either.
The drive was pretty long; an hour and thirty minutes to be exact. Once outside the actual school, I let a frustrated sigh escape my lips while running my fingers through my now short hair.
"You'll like it here, Adam. Its for your best." My father says as if he were programed to do so. I simply roll my eyes and nod, not daring to make eye contact. "Adam, please. Just, have fun. Okay? Go to the main office and claim your dorm room. Remember, we love you and we care." I knew he was refering to him and Miss. Fakeboobs as 'we', which only made my stomach turn again.
"Yeah dad, see you." I gave him a hug and watched him walk back into the car, sending a last wave my way before driving of into the dawning horizon. "Beautiful." I roll my eyes, pushing the cart with my bags on it through the double doors.
Aren't I in for a ride.