Real World : Chico

Chapter EIGHT

Mon, 23 Apr 2007 08:42:50 GMT

Rating: PG-13
Authors: Carissa (sxescenester) and Kayla (rutter_tongued)
Summary: This is the true story of seven strangers picked to live in a house, and have their lives taped, to find out what happens when people stop being polite and start getting real. This chapter- William meets someone new
Author Notes: yes, it HAS been over 3 months since this story was updated. We had decided to take a hiatus because we lost all our creativity. But we are back with a vengeance and there is a new character introduced! Read and comment!
Previous Chapters:

Chapter ONE
Chapter TWO
Chapter THREE
Chapter FOUR
Chapter FIVE
Chapter SIX
Chapter SEVEN

"Spencer is too much of a sweetheart. I'll be laying in my bed and he'll be laying in his--we'll just be staring at each other from across the room. Then he'll motion with his hand for me to come over and I'll end up laying in his arms, waiting to fall asleep, for hours." Brendon cooed.

"Aww! That is so cute!" Shaant replied, shoving Brendon's shoulder back playfully. The two had been gossiping for hours at the snack counter right since they got to work. William was busy trying to get rid of his hang over in the corner. It was still early so no one was at the rink yet and they were safe just talking.

They continued gossiping until around noon, when they began to get ready for the lunch crowd. A lone boy walked in--tall, curly dark hair, graphic hoodie, bandanna around his neck, and an expensive looking camera slung on his chest--and scanned the rink. He then saw the snack counter with the boys working. He walked over, his high top Nike's flopping with each step, and ordered a Diet Coke. He slinked down to William's corner to wait for his drink. Eyes scanning the tall, slender man who was sitting, hand over his eyes.

"William! Get this kid his soda." Brendon snapped at him. William got up from his sitting position, groaning a bit as he walked over to the soda machine. Then realizing he didn't know what he was getting the guy. He turned to ask him what soda to get and the guy stopped him before he could speak.

"Diet Coke." William smiled at him and turned back around to get the soda. He walked over to the counter and set the cup down, tightening on the top and sliding it towards him.

"Has anyone ever told you that you should model?" The boy asked with a sly smirk on his face.

With a giggle William said, "You're too cute." He went to sit back down shaking his head and still laughing.

The boy walked away smiling and sat down at the table furthest from the snack bar. Soon after he settled himself, kids swarmed into the rink and the boy found his friends.

It came to closing time and William got the fun task of vacuuming the front lobby. He held the vacuum with both hands and sat his butt on the door to push it open. He looked up from the ground when he was through the doors and saw the boy he had talked to briefly earlier in the day. The boy was pacing around the lobby and stopped when William looked up, blushing.

“Hey.” The boy said, nodding his head.

“Hey.” William replied setting the vacuum down. “You know we’re about ready to close...”

“Yeah, I know. I’m waiting for my ride home.”

Just then the lobby door opened. Kenny walked in as Matt followed, tapping his yellow helmet with a smile on his face. Matt ran up to the boy and hugged him. Looking over at William, Matt became excited.

“Hey William! Guess who this is! This is my brother! We're brothers. This is my brother Gabe. I'm his adopted brother. Have you met my brother?” Matt said as he patted the boy’s, Gabe’s, shoulder.

“Yes. Yes, I have.” William said with a smirk to Gabe. Gabe smiled back.

“I was actually going to get a ride with…” He looked at William’s name tag. “…William today, Matt. We were going to hang out.” Gabe said slowly to Matt, glancing up to William with a wink. Matt decided that was fine and padded off out the door playing with a string on his pants. Kenny smiled happily and walked out the door. William finished up vacuuming and guided Gabe out to the van everyone rode in. They sat in the back so they could talk while everyone else piled inside and they left.

“So…” William said, not really knowing what to talk about.

“Yeah…” Gabe replied wittily. The silence was growing between the two until Gabe spoke again.

“Why do you all ride to and from work in a van?”

“Oh,” William said laughing. “I can’t believe I didn’t tell you! All of us, we’re on the Real World.”

“NO WAY! Now we really do have to hang out.” Gabe said with a laugh.

The van pulled up to their hideaway and everyone climbed out, tired from the day’s work. William suggested a tour of the house to Gabe and they troted off inside. Everyone ploped themselves down on the giant couch as William showed Gabe around. Shaant sat extremely close to Ryan and Ryan shot him a dirty look. Shaant didn't care and grasped Ryan’s hand with a smile. Shaant looked over at Brendon and Spencer, who were cuddling, and tried to imitate. He looked at Brendon and they smiled at each other. The TV was flashing as the channels were being flipped through. Brendon stoped pressing the remote and has his mouth open, staring at the TV. He looked at Shaant and saw he has the same expression on his face. Catch Me If You Can wa on and both men got extremely giddy.

“I LOVE Leonardo DiCaprio!” Brendon stated to Shaant, who nodded in agreement. “He is soooo cute!” Spencer looked over with a puppy dog look and Brendon smiled, giving him a quick kiss. Shaant’s face lit up as an idea formed in his head.

“We need to have a slumber party!” Shaant said, jumping up, pulling Brendon up with him. “We can rent Titanic and Romeo+Juliet and talk about cute boys! OOH! And we can make friendship bracelets!”

“I'll make popcorn! We can do it in my room. Spencer could sleep in your bed.” Brendon stated, sending Spencer a smile. Spencer looked over at Ryan with a weak smile even though he could see Ryan was not pleased. Ryan got up and walked to his room, grabbing a tall, clear bottle off the counter on the way in. The boys continued their conversation as they walked down the hall to the bedroom, nearly bumping into William and Gabe.

Continuing the tour, the two decided to go outside on the back patio. They stumbled upon Jon bent over Pete, both men holding a football on the ground. Jon was trying to teach Pete how to hike the ball and Pete was trying to turn Jon gay. They ignored the two and Gabe lit a cigarette and William watched a cloud sneak from the boy’s lips. Gabe put out his cigarette and turned to William.

“The house is really cool. I’d like to see your room a bit more, though. I saw some cool paintings.” Gabe said.

“Yeah…cool paintings.” William said to himself sarcastically.

He gave Gabe a smile and they walked into the room Ryan, Shaant, and he all shared. They ran into Ryan who was carrying a slightly damp canvas down to Brendon and Spencer’s room. You could smell the vodka on him and in the room. Gabe had a huge smile on his face once they shut the door and he saw the clear bottle on the nightstand. He picked it up and took a swig, handing it to William. He knew he shouldn’t be drinking and that his sponsor wouldn’t like it, but Gabe waggled the bottle in front of his face with a smile. Taking a long drink, William wiped his mouth and smacked his lips. Gabe saw other paintings that Ryan had done and all the cleaning supplies that belonged to Shaant, neatly organized.

“I really shouldn’t be drinking. Stacy will kill me.” William stated as he took another long drink and thought about his rehabilitation.

“Oh, come on. You only live once.” Gabe gave a wink. He lifted his camera to his face and while snapping away at random things in the room he asked William, “Hey, can I take some pictures?” William nodded and shook the vodka bottle by the neck, accidentally dropping it. Gabe turned around and stared at the bottle. He started taking pictures of it as a dark spot started to surround it on the carpet. William had a slight buzz already and giggling to himself at his mistake. He walked into the kitchen and found some more vodka. He stared at the label, trying to bring it into focus. It read “Gold Flakes Supreme”. He figured it would work, even though it was the last bottle and he knew Ryan would be mad.

He brought the bottle back and a couple bottles of Red Stripe beer. He tossed one to Gabe, who was taking a picture of the Swiffer next to Shaant’s bed. Gabe stared at the bottle and raised an eyebrow. The bottle looked fun so he thought he’d try it. He looked over at William to see his response to the brand, but William had already finished his with a smile. Gabe smiled weakly and twisted the top with a hiss. He lifted the bottle back and took it away with a sputter. His face showed displeasure, but William didn’t care. He laughed. Gabe took a drink of the vodka. It was more his taste— or at least what Matt kept in the house.

William was enjoying taking Gabe’s advise that you only live once. His buzz soon turned into being drunk, and he didn’t care. Gabe was a bit tipsy, but not as much as William. Soon William’s mouth began to spew randomness.

“You know. When you said earlier that I should be a model? I AM! Funny, huh?” William slurred slightly. Gabe looked up at William with a smile.

“Do you wanna take some pictures for me?” William nodded furiously, jumping up on the bed and posing wildly. Gabe began snapping pictures of him and laughed occasionally when William nearly fell.

“Why don’t you try sitting down before you fall and die?” Gabe took William’s hand and led him forward to sit on the edge of the bed. “Why don’t you take off your shirt? You’ll be more comfortable.” William did as he was asked. Gabe smiled and lowered his camera from his face. He climbed on top of William and set his hands on the man’s chest. William was oblivious to the boy’s presence on top of him. He kept stating random information as the boy kissed him and responded in between pecks.

“I’m from Broken Cow, Oklahoma. Where are youuu from?”

“Chico.”

“I’m 22. How old are youuuu?”

“16.”

Questions? Comments? Concerns?

Who do you want to hear more about?

Shaant

Brendon

Spencer

Ryan

Jon

Pete

William

Gabe

Chapter SEVEN

Mon, 16 Apr 2007 05:40:00 GMT

Chapter SIX

Sat, 31 Mar 2007 23:51:44 GMT

Rating: hard R (boisecks)
Authors: Carissa (sxescenester) and Kayla (rutter_tongued)
Summary: This is the true story of seven strangers picked to live in a house, and have their lives taped, to find out what happens when people stop being polite and start getting real. This chapter-SEX SCENE
Author Notes: Yet another delayed post. It's getting harder and harder to create time and ideas. We were planning a sex scene eventually, but you guys motivated us to do it this chapter :D Expect a slumber party in the near future.
Previous Chapters:

Chapter ONE
Chapter TWO
Chapter THREE
Chapter FOUR
Chapter FIVE

Brendon nuzzled his head into Spencer's neck and smiled. The two were holding hands in the very back seat of the SUV that the group took every day to work. Spencer would tilt his head down every once in a while and leave a wet peck on Brendon's cheek. Brendon would lift his head to look at him, smile and give a small squeeze of his hand. Ryan was very huffy that day. Brendon and Spencer had been official for nearly a week and it was getting on his nerves. He would turn around just in time to catch a glimpse of a kiss between the two, then get angry and cross his arms. Shaant could see Ryan getting more depressed with each passing day.

The group got to Funland finally, piling out of the SUV and then split off to go to their stations. Walking over to the DJ booth, Pete noticed there weren't many kids skating. The new irritating Hilary Duff song was playing. As he tapped the DJ on the shoulder and sat down, he saw a mass of kids go onto the rink. He tittered at himself and put on The Faint.

Jon went out to the batting cages to find a mass of small children, swinging their bats around and shoving each other playfully. Jon walked up to relieve the guy working there of his job, and jumped back in fright. The guy had a swollen eye and a blood crusted nose.

"Those kids are insane man. Watch your back," the guy warned. Jon walked past the guy nodding his head. He knew little boys could be rowdy. Thinking of his own memories of when he was in little league and practicing at the batting cages. Remembering how he would hit the fences with the bats and pee in the drinking fountains. He was snapped out of his memories by a jarring pain in the back of his leg and another in his groin. Immediately he doubled over and fell to the ground. Looking up, he saw two small boys laughing and shooting evil glares at him with bats in their hands.

Brendon was swamped at the snack bar already as, yet again, William had his little posse of scene boys and Shaant sat and did nothing. William was leaning on the counter talking to his fangroup and was adding extra flavoring from a metal flask into their sodas. Shaant was getting bored with sitting and doing nothing, so he went outside to eat his lunch.

Spencer and Ryan's slight tolerance for each other had dissipated after Spencer and Brendon were official. Ryan was sick of them texting each other every 5 seconds, probably saying 'OH EYE LUVZ U SPENCEUH!' and 'IYY LUHVZ EWEZ MHOORE, BRENDUHN!'. After 10 minutes of the constant sound of received and sent texts, Ryan had to leave.

He found himself out back looking across the courtyard where there was a single bright orange metal table for the staff to eat their lunch. Ryan saw Shaant sitting at the table, brown paper bag to his left, and apple placed on top of it. Teamed with a bottle of water, and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in his hands, chewing slowly and staring at the holes in the table. Ryan walked over to him and sat across, facing him.

"Whatcha doin'?"

"Eatink" Shaant said with a mouthful.

"Oh. I'm really bored." Ryan stated needlessly. He didn't have any lunch, but looking at Shaant's food, he didn't really want any. Then he had an idea.

"There was just a party in Room 3 and they left their cake half eaten. Want to go eat some?" Ryan suggested. Shaant thought and nodded his head. Ryan crumpled his lunch into a ball and threw it away and took Shaant's hand as they dashed to Room 3.

They reached the room and, making sure no one saw, slipped in. Ryan was right. There was over half of a vanilla cake left. No plates or forks, but it was there. They both sat on the table top and began shoving their fingers into the cake and into their mouths. They weren't really talking, just shoveling it into their faces. This silence was getting old. Shaant was staring at Ryan who was messily licking his fingers to rid them of the cake. He caught Shaant's gaze.

Shaant’s palm found its way to rest on Ryan’s inner thigh. His eyes stared into the side of the other boy’s face as he spoke seriously, “Ryan, do you like me? Like, like like me?” With each passing ‘like’ the hand creeped closer to a warming crotch. Ryan couldn’t miss this opportunity.

“Of course… I like like you a lot lot.” Instead of a laugh meeting his blatant South Park quote, Shaant shifted closer. ‘There is no way I am getting turned on by Shaant right now,’ the statement kept sounding in Ryan’s head. He quietly laughed as an attempt to make this situation the least awkward. ‘As if this could be any less awkward.’

“I’m not dumb, Ryan… I’m OCD. I’m quite aware you want Brendon,” Shaant spoke as he swung his leg to the opposite side of the bench, straddling it. The hand that was previously on his thigh was lifting Ryan’s leg to the other side of the bench, making him face to face with Shaant. The hand roamed to his waist and his fingers traced the clothed hip bone.

‘No, definitely not the least bit turned on right now.’ The cake suddenly became too sweet to swallow or maybe it was Shaant’s hand creeping under his shirt. Ryan’s eyes bulged as he coughed up the saccharine sweetness. “I can make you forget all about Brendon,” Shaant spoke as sensual and husky as he could possibly uter. Ryan lost it, laughing hysterically and gasping for air. His ribs ached as his lungs felt as though they were withering away.

“You are such a creeper, Shaant.” He choked out while his two fingers picked up cake and smeared it all over Shaant’s lips and into his mouth.

“Asshole,” Shaant said through slobbery cake. Using his hand, he fisted a chunk of cake, preparing to smash it into Ryan’s hair. Ryan squealed slightly and felt his hair to survey how much damage the cake had done. Both boys tackled the cake to get the next throw in. Cake flew all over the room, covered their bodies, the floor, the table, the walls, and the ceiling. Ryan shoved a handful onto the crotch of Shaant's jeans as Shaant rubbed some all over Ryan's shirt.

The boys laughed as they winded down, still chucking some pieces of cake at each other occasionally. Ryan looked down as saw his black shirt covered in cake. He then pointed to Shaant's crotch and let out a laugh. Shaant looked down and mouthed 'shit'. Ryan decided to take off his soiled shirt. Shaant looked up and saw Ryan's naked chest and saw this as an opportunity to get the boy messy. His retaliation was interrupted by Ryan’s hand shooting up towards his wrist. Shaant smirked evilly and overpowered Ryan easily, pushing the cake into his mouth. Ryan didn't resist. He began to suck on Shaant's fingers and licked his lips, seductively. Shaant couldn't help himself. He dropped his whole body on Ryan, pushing their lips together. He could feel Ryan smile as the kiss continued. Shaant felt a tug at his pants. Parting, he looked down and saw Ryan beginning to unbutton him. Ryan stopped as he looked at Shaant's face, not sure if his expression was of joy or guilt.

“Since when are you totally gay?” Ryan questioned him.

“Who isn’t gay in the house?”

“Valid point.” Ryan’s lips become fastened to the neckline of the sugary faced man. Exposing his teeth to scrape the sensitive every now and again. He raised his eyes back to Shaant’s. “Well hey! What about Jon?” As soon as he finished the sentence, they both laughed. Ryan resumed pulling Shaant's pants off.

"Wait. What about you?" Shaant asked with a coy smile. He reached for Ryan's pants as Ryan reached for Shaant's shirt. The two were free of outer clothing and back to kissing. They touched each other's bodies tenderly as there were kisses spilling onto necks and shoulders while moans spilled from their mouths.

"This song is a couple's skate, everyone! So grab someone you love and skate 'til your heart is content!" Pete announced over the intercom. Mae's "Suspension" came on.

Shaant was sucking on Ryan's neck as Ryan tugged at the elastic on his underwear, making him moan under the yo-yo-ing pressure around his waist. He let go of Ryan's neck and looked him in the eyes, staring into the chocolate depths. He reached for his pants, pulling out his wallet as Ryan reached for his messenger bag. They both pulled out a condom, looked at each other, and gave a light giggle.

Underwear shed and protection applied, the boys looked at each other with thoughtful eyes.

Say anything, but say what you mean.
When you whisper you want this
your eyes tell the same.

They adjust, Shaant shifting inside Ryan, as the table rocks steadily.

We are gaining speed
I can barely breathe.
Cause I'm caught in suspension.

The table rocks harder with moans escaping. Both in a perpetual moment of bliss.

It's enough for me to get excited,
It's enough for me to feel...Oh!

Full gasps and sounds of ecstasy are coming from the boys as they are pushed to their maximum point of pleasure. Then, the door opens. Brendon is looking down at the bucket and mops in his hands, trying to juggle holding them and opening the door.

"Shaant, William said he thought he saw you come in here. I need your help cleaning the.." Brendon starts, stopping mid sentence as he looks up and the mops and bucket fall from his grasp. He just stares in shock at the two boys intertwined, covered in cake. They keep going as Brendon stares. With his mouth agape, Brendon picks up the mess he made by dropping his equipment, closes the door, puts the cleaning supplies back, and walks out of the building.

Brendon is standing outside the building with his hands on his head, his mind spinning. He knows right where to go. He fast walks over to the mini golf hut to find Spencer. He spots him handing a couple clubs.

"Spencer. I NEED to talk to you. Right now."

"But, I have to wait for Ryan to get back so I can take my lunch." Spencer objected.

"You can get that other kid to handle things for a little bit," Brendon pleads. Spencer can see the look of urgency on Brendon's face and sighs, finds the other employee, and begins to walk towards the nervous mess. Brendon grabs his hand and they run to the lunch courtyard outside. Standing next to Spencer, Brendon spills to him what he just witnessed. Spencer embraces Brendon in a sympathetic way.

"Why in the hell did they just fuck? They don't like each other. Isn't sex supposed to be something shared between two people who love each other?" Brendon asks rhetorically. Spencer looks down at Brendon. Lifting his face to meet his, they kiss passionately.

Camera fade to confessional

Pete-
"I'm really loving this job. It's really perfect. Nothing ever goes wrong."

Jon- (with an ice pack on his lap)
"The kids are full of good pranks. They've gotten more creative since I was little."

William-
"I'm getting a little home sick for good ole Broken Cow, but I'm making some local friends, making it more bearable to be so far from home."

Brendon and Spencer-
What. The. Fuck.

Shaant-
*breathes deeply* "Wow."

Ryan-
*giggling with a finger in his mouth* "Today was fun."

Questions? Comments? Concerns?

Mon, 26 Mar 2007 02:36:50 GMT

Rating: PG
Authors: Carissa (sxescenester) and Kayla (rutter_tongued)
Summary: This is the true story of seven strangers picked to live in a house, and have their lives taped, to find out what happens when people stop being polite and start getting real. This chapter-JOBS
Author Notes: I'm super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super SUPER sorry this took so long to update. We had writers block for about a week, until we changed where they were to work. I hope it's worth it. New characters too. Love life--read&comment.
Previous Chapters:

Chapter ONE
Chapter TWO
Chapter THREE
Chapter FOUR

"As you know, the cast of all seasons are given jobs. This year, you will be working at Funland. Which has a roller skate rink, batting cages, and a mini golf course. It is located at the south end of Chico near the freeway. You will report to the managers Matt Watts and Kenny Vasoli. Good luck house mates." Jon read the letter aloud to everyone. Their job was officially underway. They had until 3PM to get ready to meet the managers at Funland.

Everyone was very excited to go see where they were going to be working, but they had a good 4 hours before they needed to leave. Brendon was messing with Spencer's newly cut hair in their bedroom while Ryan was painting a picture as Shaant watched (and made sure nothing got on the floor). William was pouring vodka into water bottles to take to the job with a conniving grin on his face. Pete spent his time taking a relaxing bath, and Jon decided to lift weights. The hours crept by until the little hand struck 3. They began piling into a SUV to take them to their destination.

Looking out the window, all they saw dead grass for miles. An occasional building would pop into their vision now and again. Suddenly, they saw a mini golf course and knew they were there. They pulled into the parking lot- setting sight on a long building that said "Cal-Skate" joined with a picture of a koala bear in 90's roller skates. Walking in, their feet hit upon purple carpet with tacky black light sensitive designs. Looking up from the hideous carpet there were dozens of kids in roller skates. None could have been past the 8th grade. As they walked past all the kids in line more children came into view. There was another long line to rent skates and another for a moving rock climbing simulator, all to the left of the entrance. To the right, there was a mass of dirty, nacho cheese plastered tables in front of a snack bar, where yet another line was.

Past the tables, there was the skate rink. It was pitch black dark, with children skating all around with various tinted glow sticks dangling from their necks. They swayed and jiggled to an annoying pop song that was being played too loud. The group progressed further inside turning toward the prize table. There they saw two men walking towards them, one about 5'10", wearing a purple uniform shirt and a yellow helmet. The other was shorter and wearing the same ugly uniform shirt. His face had characteristics similar to a Cabbage Patch doll, with stylish brown hair jutting in various angles.

"Hullo there. I'm Matt and I am the manager. I manage the rink. I also manage the mini golf. Also, I manage the batting cage. I manage Funland. I am the manager." Matt greeted the group with a smile as his helmet fell forward slightly. The group stifled their laughter to the best of their abilities.

"And I'm Kenny, co-manager and Matt's state appointed inspirational coach! It is SO very nice to meet you all!" He announced pointing his two pointer fingers like gun and a wink to everyone. Kenny was a little too enthusiastic. They shook hands and introduced themselves to their new bosses and awaited instruction.

Matt looked over at Kenny and smiled, nodding to the manager's office. Matt went off to fetch the groups name tags and uniform shirts.

"Just so you guys know, Matt is mentally slow, but we can work through this and it will seem like he is normal, just like everyone else!" Kenny informed, just as Matt returned with a bag.

"Alright. I have here where each of you will be working, along with your name tags and uniforms." Kenny said pulling out a name tag and a shirt, handing them to Matt.

"Pete." Pete stepped forward and took the items from Matt, giving him a flirtatious grin. "You will be working as the DJ!" Kenny said while clapping, then pointed to where he was to go.

"Let's see here..William, Shawn, and Brendon. You will be working over there at the snack bar." Kenny pointed again as they took their items and grimaced towards the others.

"It's Shaant," Ryan spoke up for his defense as he smiled at Shaant and fixed his collar.

"Jon. You will be in the batting cages! They are outside." Jon took his things and ran outside, super excited to be working outside with a sport.

Ryan and Spencer were left, and they looked at each other in disgust, praying they would be working separately.

"Ryan...and....Spencer! You both get to work the mini golf course!" Ryan snatched his items out of Matt's hands and huffed outside. Spencer simply followed suit, minus the bad attitude. Neither of the boys were too thrilled to be working alongside one another. No one else didn't mind where they were assigned. Pete was thrilled to be the DJ, Jon was ecstatic to be with the baseball, and Shaant, William, and Brendon were getting along fine.

Pete had reached the DJ booth and has disgust written on his face. He quickly took the microphone in his hands and announced to the kids over the screeching pop music that they can come and request music. "As long as it isn't pop." A rush of little kids came over to the booth. He smiled at their requests and quickly chose a Blink 182 single and put it on.

Brendon had decided to do the register, Shaant would do cleanup, and William would serve the food to the customers. Brendon was being rushed and noticed the others weren't helping. There were a lot of tables Shaant could be cleaning, but instead, he was sitting on the counter watching everyone. William on the other hand, was developing a fanclub. In between his sips from his "water" bottles and giving food to the kids, there were little boy scene tweens oggling over him. They kept ordering sodas and giggling. He was happy to wave back and blow a kiss.

Jon was having the time of his life. Outside in the approaching dusk with the lamp posts turned on, moths hovering about, and the sound of baseballs cracking filled his senses. He was a chipper little boy. He was handing out bats and helmets and just watching everyone. From high school baseball players to little tee ballers swinging about.

The mini golf course, because it was such a new addition to Funland, was the busiest. Ryan and Spencer really didn't see each other much until it started getting later in the night. It was pitch black now, the only light shone from the lamp posts. They were standing around inside the small building where the equipment was stored. Ryan was sitting on a stool at the front counter leaning on his hand while Spencer fiddled around with the clubs, trying not to have to talk with Ryan. It was the first time all night they weren't busy. The realization that they actually had to work together settled in. It was almost silent, execpt from the stream of music coming from inside the skate rink. Pete came on the speakers and announced that the next song would be a couple skate.

"Is Pete seriously playing Sunday Drive right now?" Spencer asked more to himself than anything. Ryan whipped around in his seat and quirked a brow at him.

"You know The Early November?" Ryan asked, shocked.

"Yeah, they are like, one of my favorite bands. Well, they WERE. Until they went on hiatus." Spencer replied sadly.

Ryan was blown away, but wasn't going to show it. "Yeah, that was a major bummer. They were really great." Ryan smiled a bit to himself as he turned around to face back toward the counter.

Camera fade to confessional

Pete-
"I'm really pleased that I was appointed DJ. The kids really seem to respond better to GOOD music. The bosses? They are hilarious. I can't wait to go back."

Jon-
"MY LIFE IS PERFECT!"

Brendon-
"I really wish Shaant or William would help out a little more. They seem to just sit around. The managers are too cute, though. Maybe I'll be able to take a break and get to see Spencer."

Shaant-
"Cleaning messes all day will blow. Maybe I will just not take my medication so I'll feel compelled to."

William-
"Those kids are hilarious y'all. And the managers don't even notice my "water". *cracks up*"

Spencer-
"At first I wasn't thrilled about the job. Especially since I have to do it with Ryan. But who knows, maybe there's a normal guy under that creepy cover. Friendship? Maybe on Opposite Day."

Ryan-
"I can't believe I have to hang out with Spencer all day at the mini golf. It's a bum out. Finding out that he liked The Early November gives him a few points, though. *smirks* BUT I MEAN.... He needs to be gone for 'Operation Brendon' to be completed."

Questions? Comments? Concerns?

Chapter Four

Sun, 18 Mar 2007 22:17:37 GMT

Title: Real World: Chico Chapter Four
Rating:PG-13
Authors: Carissa (sxescenester) and Kayla (rutter_tongued)
Summary: This is the true story of seven strangers picked to live in a house, and have their lives taped, to find out what happens when people stop being polite and start getting real. In this episode- some of the house mates tour the town of Chico.
Author Notes: This took a lot longer to write than I wanted, but that's what happens with writers block. Basically wrote the whole thing today, minus the first paragraph. Look for the next chapter within the next like..2 days. Get ready to L-O-L your butt off.
Previous Chapters:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three

Rubbing his eyes, Ryan began to wake up. Turning his head, he and saw the empty vodka bottle on the night stand; teamed with a paint stained black shirt slung over the lamp. He went to get up but was slammed back with a headache the size of Picasso's sex life. He turned his head enough to see William had made his way to his bed and Shaant sleeping peacefully, cuddling with his Windex. Ryan managed to get up and walk into the kitchen to get ibuprofen for his aching head.

He was the first up and grabbed a muffin and a bottle of water and went out to the back porch. Having a cigarette out of the pack, Ryan grinded the lighter gears as it was knocked out of his hand. The sun was shining in his eyes and he could only makes out a dark outline of a person. As the person walked to sit down next to Ryan, it became clear that it was Shaant. Awkwardly approaching the patio chair the leaned down to pick up Ryan's lighter.

"You know, smoking is bad for you." Shaant stated.

"No shit. And this whole time I thought smoking cigarettes would increase my health." Ryan responded, not quite sure why Shaant was out here with him. He lit up and inhaled deeply, letting the grey cloud rise from his mouth and nostrils, exhaling completely and sighing. His eyes fell upon a sitting Shaant, looking into the pool and smiling. "Why do you have that stupid grin on your face?" Ryan asked, not really meaning to sound so mean, even though it came out that way.

"Well, the first day was rough for me. But last night, while staring into the toilet bowl, frantically cleaning William's puke up, I had a revelation. Maybe I should take my meds." Ryan just stared at him with a blank face. Shaant turned to look at him and began cracking up. Ryan laughed along with him while shaking his head. They sat and stared into the morning sky for a while, enjoying the silence and mutual friendship between the two.

Everyone began to awake to try to get rid of hangovers. As Brendon and Spencer walked out of their room, everyone treated them like those “morning people” you hate. You know… the ones that are chipper as all fuck and you think to yourself, ‘I want to shoot them.’

A few hours pass and they were pretty well recovered and getting along rather nicely. Brendon caught Ryan shooting him glances repeatedly, and Ryan caught Spencer glaring at him (for staring at Brendon). The house mates had a free day to explore the town before they were assigned their jobs. Those feeling like they weren’t on the verge of a hangover induced death decided to go have lunch.

Walking out of the house and down the sidewalk, Ryan, Shaant, Brendon, and Spencer were ready to know Chico a little better. They saw oak trees down every street, with their leaves falling on the old cars. As they got to the beginning of the downtown, they saw Main Street with the park. Shaant was overjoyed. "HEY! That's where Bob Dole fell during his campaign for president!" throwing his arms about as he yelled excitedly. Everyone laughed. They had all seen that episode of I Love the 90's and seen Dole take a tumble off the stage.

Continuing their walk, they were passing Pullin's Cyclery, the Salvation Army, and Lulu's. Nothing caught their eye until they reached Kramor Inn, finding it to be a suitable eatery. Brendon and Spencer took their seats inside as Shaant and Ryan went the opposite way. “You’re hands are filthy and covered in paint,” Shaant scolded as he dragged the weak one to the washroom.

Pulling out the seat for Brendon, Spencer smiled happily. He took the seat next to him and looked at the menu. Brendon began drumming his hands on the table, as if he was anxious. It got louder and faster and Spencer's hand shot out onto Brendon's. In attempts to keep it still. Brendon smiled and looked down at his lap while he laced his fingers with Spencer's. The other boy just smiled and looked at Brendon, sitting content. His thumb rubbing circles into the delicate hand as Ryan appeared out of the bathroom with Shaant.

Ryan saw from the distance the two boys holding hands cheerfully. A scowl formed on his face. Quickly, he twisted it to a fake smile while they walked over to the two and took their seats. Brendon lowered his and Spencer's hands below the table, still entwined, with a smile on his face as they read their menus. Shaant was in his own little world, but Ryan had formed another scowl behind his menu, occasionally peeking over it to look at the couple. Brendon noticed Ryan’s death glares beaming from the angry brown eyes. "So, you're from Seattle right, Ryan?" He chimed in, trying to break the awkward silence.

"Yes."

"I hear it rains a lot there."

"Yes, it rains." Ryan replied snidely.

"I hear they have coffee there, too." Brendon said, trying again.

"Yes, they have all the major beverages." Ryan said rolling his eyes. He saw the defeated look in Brendon's eyes and smiled behind the safety of his menu. Brendon looked over at Spencer, who met his gaze with a reassuring squeeze of the hand. Ryan was smiling to himself. He formed a plan in his mind to make Brendon jealous and want to be with him instead of stupid old Spencer.

Reaching over to point at Shaant's menu, Ryan placed a hand on his shoulder, which made him jump. "Oh, sorry." Ryan said with a coy smirk. He began to rub Shaant's shoulder, staring over at Brendon the whole time. Shaant's eyes bugged out at the tender touches. Ryan’s slender fingers were dancing around the bulk of his shoulders and collar bone. Moving down his back, it was obvious Brendon wasn’t even affected. Ryan tried to think of some other way to make him jealous. With perfect timing, the waitress came up and interrupted his thoughts. Pancakes for Shaant, crepes for both Spencer and Brendon, and a fruit bowl for Ryan -- the waitress left to tend to the other costumers. All he could do was glance at his melon slices and ponder, but he was having a mental block.

The boys kept on flirting with each other -- feeding bites of crepe to one another, playing with the other's hair, twiddling their fingers together. Ryan wanted to throw up, yet he wanted to be the one with Brendon. He clenched his fists as he continued muttering ‘goddamn Spencer’ in his head.

The small group walked out of the brunch house and down the street, toward the Chico State campus for the acclaimed museum. They saw a myriad amount of students riding bikes, walking, and just hanging out on the front steps of the school. The four of them walked around the front entrance to the smaller building on the right. Stepping inside, they were overwhelmed with vivacious sculptures and paintings. Ryan’s face lit up (his perils with Brendon temporarily forgotten) and turned into a little boy getting ready to sit on Santa's lap. He was bouncing with energy as he went from painting to painting.

His focus was drawn to an oil painting of a human heart in a hand. A grin formed across his face as he remembered the painting for Brendon. He looked over at Shaant, who was looking at a marble sculpture of an elephant. Ryan grabbed Shaant's hand and pulled him over to the painting he was looking at and started to dramatically flirt with him. Brendon was paying no attention and Shaant was getting creeped out. Ryan decided to give up for the time being. He would have to get Brendon alone at some point.

When they walked out of the art museum, the sun was hanging onto the horizon, not wanting to go down yet. The boys decided to go visit one of the more locally famous sculptures in the city, which was right behind the city counsel building, to bring close the day. Each step they took, the sky became darker. Stars covering the sky and illuminating the sidewalks they tread on. They arrived at the destination, staring at it with wonder in their eyes.

In the front, there was a large fountain, squirting water everywhere along with the mist flying through the air. In the near distance, they saw two towering figures. Brendon saw two giant hands, nearly touching each other, scraping the sky. They were embellished with a mosaic of roads and trees. He took Spencer's hand and pulled him to the center of the art piece. The street lights from the parking lot near the sculpture shone on the couple, creating a glow around their bodies. They held each other close with the night's chill upon them, staring into each other's eyes. Spencer leaned closer to Brendon's face, tilting his head to the left slightly. Brendon leaned forward, mimicking his actions, their eyes fluttered closed. Their lips softly touched one another, making their hearts float to their throats. Ryan was staring at the two, an evil, angry look in his eyes he could not bare. Shaant was concerned for Ryan, seeing the fury on his face and the hate burning in his cheeks.

On the walk back home, Ryan had the most dreadful expression on his face and talked with no one. Shaant was confused and wondered why he decided to go on this trip. He grimaced at the collected dirt residing under his fingernails. Brendon and Spencer were in their dimension, holding hands, swinging them slightly.

Camera fades to confessionals.

Shaant-
"I'm pretty confused right now. Ryan flirting was bizarre. Brendon and Spencer are a little too touchy-feely for me. I'm just really confused about Ryan... What a creepo."

Spencer-
"I am so glad Brendon feels the same for me as I do for him. I think it’s great that no one really cares about the hook up. Well, Ryan seems to have a problem with it, but I don't know or well, care. He's kind of odd, and I'm scared he will do something crazy."

Brendon-
"I have to use this time to gush. I know it's only been 2 days, but I feel like I've been waiting for Spencer my whole life and finally found him. My life feels so complete. I don't want to say it quite yet, but I might be on the verge of love."
Ryan-
*scoff* This world is bullshit.

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Chapter Three

Wed, 14 Mar 2007 05:05:43 GMT

Title: Real World : Chico
Authors: Carissa (sxescenester) and Kayla (rutter_tongued)
Rating: PG-13 (cursing)
Summary: HOUSE PARTY!
Author Notes: Alright, here goes the third chapter of Real World : Chico. The next chapter may not be updated for like 2 days or so. I haven't written more yet, so expect about a days delay. LOVE LIFE AND READ.
Previous Chapters:
Chapter One
Chapter Two

Everyone was introduced and lounging around that first day. Brendon and Spencer were spending a lot of time in their room together. William finally woke up and was talking on the house phone with his sponsor. She was very angry that he had only been clean for 3 weeks and had broken his sobriety already.
"I'm sorry Stacy. I really didn't mean to. I wasn't thinking about it enough. You're right. I was irrational. I was under stress. Yes. I understand. Okay. Thank you. Bye."

Jon was yelling at the TV most of the day. He was watching football by himself, coaching and shouting from the couch. Ryan had retreated to his room. He set up his easel and put out a canvas and paint brushes. All that was missing was water for the brushes.

Walking out to the kitchen to get some water, he saw Jon coming into the kitchen shoveling chips in his mouth. Ryan gave Jon a dirty look as Jon grabbed the refrigerator door and accidentally bumped him.

"Oh. My bad, braa. Just gettin some soda during half time." Jon said with chip crumbs falling from his smiling mouth. Ryan proceeded to give him dirty looks as he grabbed a cup from the cupboard. Jon reached into the fridge and by the time his head pulled out, Ryan had vanished. Shaant was busying himself with scrubbing the toilet that no one had used yet while talking to himself. Pete sat down next to Jon, not interested in the game. He began painting his nails a sparkling ruby red. The day dragged on with no one really mingling, except for Spencer and Brendon.

"I have a fabulous idea for tonight!" Pete exclaimed suddenly. He jumped up off the couch and grabbed Jon's hand, forcing him to drop his chips on the floor. Shaant heard the bowl fall and his head jerked up from his deep stare into the toilet bowl. Suddenly Shaant appeared on the floor picking up the spilled mess with Dust Buster in hand.

Meanwhile, Pete and Jon were in the kitchen gathering all the alcoholic beverages they can find and laying them out on the counter. Pete had martini glasses in hand as Jon set down a large bottle of vodka. Ryan could hear the hullabaloo coming from the kitchen. Peeking out from the room he shared with Shaant and William, his eyes fell upon the bottle of vodka. A smirk played on his face while his focus swung to the painting he'd been working on since he saw Brendon.
Both boys that have been huddled in their bedroom -- laying on Spencer's bed flipping through their favorite magazine together, flirting a little too much -- finally emerged from the depths of the hall and came upon a wild mess of beverages all in tall clear bottles, bowls of chips, bowls of pretzels, confetti, and balloons.

"Looks like Pete's been at work here." Brendon says with a light giggle. Spencer turned and looked at him with a slight look of fear of what might happen tonight when the drinks are consumed. He had seen too many episodes of previous seasons.

"I'm not a fan of alcohol myself..."Spencer trailed off.

"Neither am I. We can find something to do, I'm sure of it." Brendon chimed in while touching Spencer's hand lightly.

"Alright, everyone! Everyone! Come out to the dining room! Everybody!" Pete announced excitedly. The house mates all gathered together as Pete and Jon stood in the kitchen behind the island in the center that held the liquid party starters.
"We wanted to celebrate the beginning of the best season of The Real World tonight. Let's get this party goin'!" Jon handed out a little shot glass to everyone and in a toast; they all downed their shots -- except for Brendon and Spencer.

William's one shot turned into crying in the corner by the door surrounded by empty red cups. Ryan returned to his room drinking from the bottle of vodka he grabbed, gulping as he painted wildly. Pete was making moves on Jon (and Jon didn't resist). Shaant obsessively cleaned all the bottles and the confetti. Brendon and Spencer just laughed and snuck off into their room.

"I think William has a serious problem. I don't think him being in this house is a good idea." Brendon said, concerned. Spencer looked up from putting his clothes away in their shared closet and gave him a reassuring look.

"I'm sure he'll be fine. I'm more concerned with Ryan. He seems really out of place here. I don't understand why he signed up for this since he's so anti-social." Spencer said eying the door. At that exact moment, Ryan appeared, knocking slightly on the already open door. He had his vodka in one hand and a canvas in the other. His long black shirt was covered in red and white paint and he just stared at Brendon, who was lying on his stomach on his bed.

"What's going on Ryan?" Brendon asked cheerfully as Spencer just stared at the messy boy in disgust. Ryan walked over to him and set the painting face down on the white sheets. He smiled at Brendon and backed out of the room slowly, avoiding Spencer's menacing stare. Brendon picked up the canvas and stared at the red splotches outlined in white sitting on a black background, cream colored spots showing on the background, obviously missed by the drunken artist.
"It looks like the red is kind of in a heart shape. What do you think?" Brendon asked confused.

"It looks like shit." Spencer said not even looking at the painting, obviously not impressed by the mess. Brendon shrugged and set the painting back on the bed. He got up and walked over to Spencer and began to help him get his clothes out of his suitcase, admiring the Dior, Gucci, and Armani clothes.

Ryan was back in his room after giving Brendon the painting he did. He was pondering (between sips from the vodka bottle) about how he thought Brendon would go about confessing his undying love for him after looking at the painting.
He would come running through that door, dressed in all white, a phosphorescent glow behind him, wind blowing through his hair. No. A deep black background would surround his body that was dressed in all black with a ravenous, hungry look in his eyes and jump on me. NO! It would be like the Titanic. He would be lying on a paisley adorned couch, rid of his clothes. I would be sitting opposite of him with a sketch pad in hand. I would be almost finished with the sketch, but he would get bored and come over to me and hit the paper out of my hand. Or we would be in the house and he would just tell me how much he loved the painting, how realistic the heart was and how he could see the pain and lust through it and just had to come tell me how much he loved me from the second he looked into my deep brown eyes. I would look at him and just nod, throwing his body on my bed and rip his clothes off...
Ryan was stirred from his daydream when he heard a loud crash from the kitchen. He walked out to see what happened. Jon had accidentally knocked down a glass fruit bowl when Pete started fondling him. Ryan just waved his hand in the air and walked back to his room. Shaant was at the scene of the fruit bowl that was now on the floor due to Jon. He had a broom and dust pan in hand and kept shooting Jon dirty looks. Jon was too inebriated to care. He didn't care if there was a hand touching his and he didn't care if he broke things. The feather boa tickling his stomach distracted him from what he should be caring about. William had finally got up from his corner, but just long enough to puke in the toilet. Shaant saw him walk back from the bathroom wiping his face, and he knew something had gone down. He finished cleaning up the glass and went to his supply closet, putting the broom and dustpan away and bringing out a mop and bucket. He made his way to the bathroom to clean up the mess. In the meantime, William was feeling better and made his way into the kitchen for some water.

Sighing, Brendon sat down on the bed next to his still half full suitcase. Spencer noticed that he wasn't standing next to him anymore and turned looking for him, seeing he was sitting on the bed.

"Bored?"

"Very. But I have no idea what to do here that doesn't involve alcohol." Brendon replied. Then he got an idea. His face lit up as he looked up and smiled at Spencer. Spencer's hair seemed kind of long, a little shaggy, cut recently. Brendon didn't care. He could fix it.

"Can I cut your hair?"

"Oh, well I just had it trimmed actually." Seeing how Brendon's face fell made him feel kind of bad. "Alright, what the hell. Make me beautiful!"

Brendon got very excited as he got up and hugged Spencer. He went over to his bag and began to take out scissors, water bottles, combs, and other hairdressing products. Grabbing Spencer's hand, they made their way to the bathroom, bumping into Shaant who was mumbling as he walked out carrying his mop and bucket in hand.
"What happened in there?" Brendon asked.

"Puke." Shaant replied walking away. Brendon shrugged and began to set up his tools. Spencer brought in a stool to sit on from the dining room and just looked adoringly at Brendon. Brendon smiled at him and draped the cape around him, beginning to cut away.

Camera fades to confessionals

William-
"Well, Pete seems like a nice guy. Spencer and Brendon look nice..even though they are usually together and not near anyone else. Jon seems a little rough..but I think maybe he will loosen up..well, more than he has with Pete hahaha. Shaant likes to clean. What else can I say. Ryan? Who's Ryan?"

Jon-
"Yo. That dawg Shaant is fucking nuts. William is like one of my college buddies, always drunk haha. Ryan seems moody..I don't know how well I'll get along with him. Spencer and Brendon...I don't know. They didn't take the shots. They must be fags. Pete. Well, he's ok. I don't remember much from last night, but when he walked in the door, all I could do was laugh."

Pete-
"Oh goodness! I LOVE EVERYONE! I do miss my boyfriend, Patrick, though."

Shaant-
"Fuck Jon and William. And Ryan. They are all messy."

Ryan-
*3 minute stare into camera then leaves*

Brendon-
"I've only really got to know Spencer so far and he is a doll. So cute and sweet. Ryan seems..nice. Pete seems a little flamboyant for my taste. Jon is so nice and funny. Like an older brother ha. Shaant on the other hand. He is pretty crazy. Maybe he just needs to warm up to the others."

Spencer-
"Brendon is so adorable! His personality is so great. I am so glad I roomed with him. The others are okay I guess. Ryan is a douche."

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Chapter Two

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 08:43:06 GMT

Title: Real World : Chico
Rating: PG
Authors: Carissa-sxescenester and Kayla-rutter_tongued
Summary: Meet and greet of everyone in the house!!!
Author Notes: So far, my (Carissa) favorite chapter. If you guys liked the last one, be ready to have your mind splatter across the walls.

Brendon walked into the house and dropped his luggage on the ground. The house he walked into is strategically placed downtown Chico, California - between two fraternity houses, 3 blocks from the park, and 3 blocks away from Main Street. The city of Chico is very small and has a lot of culture. There's even a college and community college. Bars and boutiques line the downtown streets mixed in with tattoo parlors and restaurants. The city is thriving with life and the new Real World cast is ready to meet each other.

With his bags next to the door, Brendon examined every detail of each bedroom, trying to find the best. He walked into a room painted a flattering gold with a chocolate brown trim. Seeing two beds, he decided that he could deal with rooming with another person. He sat down on the bed near the large bay window. 'It's perfect.' He jumped slightly at the sound of the door opening. 'It must be another house guest!' he thought to himself. Getting up off the bed, he walked to the door. His eyes met a boy, probably his own age dressed very nicely, staring at Brendon's bags that were still at the entrance of the house. 'Is that Dior he is wearing?' Brendon thought to himself. The boy looked up at him with a sneer, that quickly turned to a smile as the boy looked Brendon up and down.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I forgot about my bags," apologizing as he walked over and picked them up. "My name's Brendon by the way."
"Hello there. My name is Spencer Smith. Are you taking those to your room?"
"Oh, yes I am. I already chose mine. I hope nobody cares and doesn't want to like..ro sham bo for them, hah."
"I'm fine with it. Hell, I might even room with you. You seem sweet." Spencer giggled uncomfortably. He had never seen such a cute boy and had the opportunity to share a room with him. Spencer saw him smile at the comment and followed him into the room Brendon had previously picked out. They sat down on their beds and stared at each other.
"If all the boys here are like you, I might have to reconsider leaving." Spencer said with a chuckle. Brendon grinned and looked away. The two boys sat and talked about themselves and their interests for close to a half hour. The sound of the door opening stirred them from their seats on the beds.

They rushed out of the bedroom together to see who had come. All they saw at first was a big blue letterman jacket. The boy turned around to look at them and there appeared the biggest jock you had ever seen. A large white 'V' plastered on the left top side of the jacket and the scruffy face told the story of this boy. Drunk most nights, very straight, and loved rap music.
"YO! WHAT IS UP MY BRATHASSSS!?" The boy dropped his duffel bags that were adorned with 'Bunker Hill Community College' patches and logos. "The name is Jon Walker. What're your guys' names?"
"My name is Spencer and this is Brendon." Spencer replied with a little attitude and a flick of his nail. He could tell this boy would be trouble. Jon picked up his bags and ran through all the rooms.
"This place is super dope yo. I get to choose my own room, right?" Jon asked already knowing the answer. With a nod from Brendon, Jon ran into the biggest room of the house. The walls were a medium blue and the bed had to be a California King it was so big, and the only one in the room. He tossed his bags in the direction of the closet and threw himself on the bed. Brendon and Spencer walked just inside the door way to watch the little boy tumble around on the big bed. Just as they smiled at each other, Brendon was tackled by Jon and brought to the ground. Jon tried wrestling with Brendon, but he was so much bigger than Brendon that it didn't work out well. After noticing Brendon wasn't attempting to fight back while Spencer laughed uncontrollably, Jon got up and dusted himself off. He juts out a hand to offer to Brendon, pulling him into a standing position. The door opening sent a familiar sound ringing through the house.

They all laughed as they walked to the front door seeing it open with a boy stumbling through. He looked up and started cracking up with laughter. The group just kind of looked at him with smiles curling at their lips.
"Oh gawrsh! I nearly fell! I'm William! HELLO!" the boy said giggling still.
"Oh, god. Do you need some help there? Are you okay?" Brendon asked, concerned.
"My gawrsh ha. I'm fine. I only had one drink, you know, to try to calm myself down. I think I only had one anyway..." William trailed off. He lifted his bags in a suggestion that someone show him the rooms. The group went to show William a room they chose for him. After getting him settled they retreated to the living room, falling into the couches to wait for the last three house mates.

Brendon and Spencer were engulfed in each other and not paying much attention to the others. Jon seemed excited that William was so drunk. It reminded him of all his friends back in Boston, and how they would get drunk every weekend after a big game.

The door opened again, this time a twitchy, jumpy kind of guy entered with hair so in his face, his eyes were hidden from sight. Everyone on the couch turned around to see who had come in, but they only saw and empty doorway. Jon got up to see why the door was open and was startled when he saw the spastic boy bent over. He was kneeling on the carpet mumbling under his breath.
"Uh..yo, dude. Hi. My name's Jon, this is uh..everyone else. What's goin on?" Jon started, staring oddly at the boy on the ground. The boy slowly lifted his head, staring at Jon.
"Uh....oh....um...hiiii guuuuuyyyysss." He said slowly and unsurely. "I was just uh.. cleaning up the mud that I saw on the floor. I don't like messes." He bent back down and continued scrubbing the small mud spot that was on the carpet. He looked back up quickly at Jon, then down to his shoes. Jon looked at his own shoes along with the boy and started laughing.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize I had been tracking mud." Jon said laughing. The boy lifted his head to look in Jon's eyes as he laughed a fake laugh. Immediately his face fell when the laugh came out.
"It's alright, man. Everyone makes mistakes." He said as he rose to his feet. He was still laughing slightly, and smiling uncomfortably. Jon was getting creeped out by the almost evil look on the guy's face. "My name is Shaant, by the way."

A small, petite boy had come in the side door and was standing beside the couch, waiting for someone to notice him. He'd come in so quietly, no one had heard the door open like the times before. He offered the daintiest cough and Spencer turned around. He jumped and grabbed Brendon's hand by instinct when he saw the boy behind his head.
"I'm Ryan Ross. Where's my room?" The boy said quietly. He held an easel under his right arm and a black backpack. Nothing else. Spencer made Brendon come with him to show Ryan his room. He had been a little more than creeped out by how quiet and introverted Ryan was. Spencer did not want to be with him alone.

With Shaant out of the door way and working on a smudge in the glass table... The door burst open with a pink figure standing in the door, a mound of Louis Vuitton luggage behind him. He was waving to the car that was leaving and didn't notice the whole house staring at him. He turned around and lifted his Chanel sunglasses off his face, aware that all the house mates that were standing at the door. His pink feather boa blew in the wind as he stood in the doorway as Spencer, Brendon, and Ryan all came out from the room.
"Uh, hello. I need some help here!" The man said, half joking, half serious. Jon was the first to offer assistance to the feathered man. The others soon started grabbing luggage, excluding William and Ryan.
"Thank you, sweets! I'm the fabulous Pete Wentz. I hope you were nice to Louis!" Pete said with a giggle. He took off his boa and placed it on the coat rack and began to walk further into the house. He saw William passed out on the couch and laughed a little bit to himself.

With everyone introduced, the fun was not too far into the future.

Chapter One

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 06:52:39 GMT

Title: Real World : Chico
Rating: PG
Author(s): sxescenester and rutter_tongued
Summary: Brendon Urie, Spencer Smith, Jon Walker, William Beckett, Ryan Ross, and Peter Wentz star in the newest season of Real World.
Author Notes: Carissa [me] and Kayla collaborated to create this idea and story. I will get back to my other story [Gorgeous In A Way] as soon as I can. I wrote a lot, but tragedy stuck and what I had written was basically deleted. Read this and worship life.

Everyone introduces themselves to the world. This is them talking to the cameras.

"Hi! My name is Brendon Urie. I'm 19 years old and from Miami, Florida. I have the greatest job IN THE WORLD! I get to work on people's hair! Yeah, I do hair and make up, a real cosmetologist if you will. Who likes technical terms?? *snort laugh* I moved from my hometown Jacksonville to work with more celebrities hahaha. I'm really looking forward to meeting the others in the house! Chico sounds fun. College town, ya know? Not that I'm much for schooling.. I always- oh, I'm rambling aren't I?"

"Good afternoon. My name is Spencer Smith - you may know my dad... Creator of the Magic Bullet? It's all the rage. Plus, we're kind of heirs to the richest oil tycoon in all of Connecticut. I am 19 years old and currently attending Yale University. I enjoy spending my leisure time traveling to Vermont; boating with my friends and family - in addition to my favorite past time of shopping. This house season should be very enthralling for you all at home, considering it takes place in a small town. Unlike any of the previous seasons."

"Yo dawg. The name's Jon. Jon Walker. 21, male, straight, loves the ladies yanaww I mean? Boston Mass is the place this perfect being was made and raised yo. I play VARSITY football at Bunker Hill Community College! GO BULLDOGS! HOO HOO HOO HOO! Eminem pretty much rules my life yo. I listen to that hardcore rap all day long dawg. What? You're cutting me off? Whatever B. I don't ca.."

"Hey thar! I'm William Eugene Beckett. 22 years young, ahahaha... from Broken Cow, Oklahoma - originally anyway. I recently moved to New York to make a name for myself as a model. Ever since I was a little boy on the plains, I've wanted to be a model. Starved for attention ahahaha. I was in rehab for the first 4 months I was in New York, unfortunately. I've been clean for 3 weeks now, though! I'm wicked excited to be coming to Chico, California! I've never been to a small town in California before. Or anywhere in California as it turns out. I'm verr excited!"

"What? Oh, we're starting now ha. Okay. My name is Shaant. Spelled S-H-A-A-N-T. Not really how it's pronounced, though. I get pretty mad at people when they misspell or mispronounce it. Anyway, I'm 20 years old and from Buffalo, New York. I've been working as a lifeguard at a community pool in the city. I've been known to have a temper. I don't think it's that bad. My mom does... and made me get medication. Parents are such SQUARES! Doctors say I'm "bi-polar". I don't believe that load of shit, though. Uhh, Chico should be interesting. I heard it was marked as the highest party school in Playboy once."

"Greetings and salutations. My name is Ryan Ross. I am 20 years old and from Seattle, Washington. I really look up to and idolize MC Esher and Max Ernst. You can call me an artist of sorts. I love modern art. It is my passion. I've been known to lock myself in my room for 3 days to create the perfect piece. I don't have much to say about myself. Chico should be great, though. Tons of art, culture, and museums. It's the first time I've been excited in a while."

"Ohmuhgaw! Hullo my fabulous people in TV land! I am the fabulous Peter Wentz of Wilmette, Illinois! I am a saucy 24 year old and in a wonderful relationship with my wonderful boyfriend, Patrick Stump. Oh geez, I said wonderful a lot! Yes, I am gay. Probably the 'token gay guy' of this season. Oh, I wonder if there will be a 'token black guy'? Or a 'token jock'? Or 'token angry guy'? Oh, how I love the Real World! I am so excited to be on the show, I could really care less what city we end up in!"

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