Thu, 28 Jun 2007 18:34:37 GMT

Title: Lovers Or Brothers?
Author: misssmith00
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan Ross/ William Beckett
POV: William
Summary: Lovers or Brothers? Maybe both?
Disclaimer:Not true
Author Notes: Okay, right now its not, but in the near future it will be incest...so watch out!!

-Prolouge-
My mother is a whore. What? She is! She slept with my father in Illinois, and got pregnant.

That was when she had me, William Beckett. After I was born, my mother, the hooker, left me to live with my father, while she moved to Las Vegas, Nevada.

Once again, she got pregnant, and had my brother Ryan Ross.

Ryan and I look nothing alike. Except for our fine brown hair and lanky body figures from our mother.

We never really connected. I mean he is 15, living in Nevada, and I am 17 living in Illinois.

Our fathers have always been close friends, and still are. Where as my dear mother still has her 'job'.

I remember the last time I saw my dear brother (note sarcasm).

-flashback- July 2004

I was in Nevada with my dad, because it was time to visit my younger brother Ryan. It is so humid out here!

We finally reached the front door of a large white house. My father knocked on the door about 2 times and soon came the appearence of George, Ryan's dad.

Under George's arm was 12 year-old Ryan, clinging to his father's leg. We entered the pine-fresh smelling house and went into the living-room.

Our dads chatted away about something I could care less about. Our dads soon left the room to go to the yard and

The other one was tall, chubby, had light brown hair, and piercing blue eyes. He was introduced as Spencer. Haha, Pete would laugh if he saw these kids!

They looked so innocent. Ryan was still very quiet. The other boys wouldn't shut up.

Ryan was sitting under a tree writing in a notebook. I walked over to him to try and make conversation.

Me: So, how have you been doing?" I asked. He just shrugged.
Me: You can't ignore me forever! Im your brother for christs sake!" I said angerily. SHIT! In his eyes I saw gentle tears forming in his hazel eyes, which were full of sadness.
           -END-
But there was a time when Ryan and I got along.
          -Flashback- June 2000
Ryan and I were playing in the sand-box at the park where I lived. Making sandcastles, and playing with transformers.

Ryan: William, are we friends?
Me: Of course Ryan! Forever and always!
          -End-
We both smiled and continued playing in the sand, Those are the memories with my brother I like to remeber.

I haven't talked to Ryan since 2005, when our dads forced us to talk. He might have said three sentences. Which involved the 'hello, hold on, gotta go'. Ryan has been a prick to me since he was 12. I don't understand why my brother hates me.

I have done nothing to offend him! I have always been nice to my brother!

Pete always says he is a shy person. Shy people even say more than two sentences to their brothers.

Maybe he thinks im weird. Or maybe he just hates me for some odd reason.

             Okay, this was the prologe.

look at the back-yard.

Finally my silent-spoken brother said something.

Ryan: Um...do you want to go meet my friends?

Me: Sure." I smiled and followed him to the suburbean park. At least he talked to me. At the park were two boys that looked about Ryan's age.

One was short with chocolate brown eyes, black hair, braces, freckles, and glasses. He was introduced as Brendon.

The other one was tall, chubby, had light brown hair, and piercing blue eyes. He was introduced as Spencer.Haha, Pete would laugh if he was saw these kids.

They looked so innocent. Ryan was still very quiet. The other boys wouldn't shut up.

Ryan was sitting under a tree writing something in a notebook. I walked over to him to try and make conversation.

Me: So how have you been?" I asked. He jsut shrugged
me: You can't ignore me forver! Your my brother for christs sake!" I said angerily. SHIT! I looked into his eyes and saw tears forming in his hazel eyes, which were filled with sadness.
-End-
But there were times when we got along.

-Flashback June 2000-
Ryan and I were playing in the sandbox at the park which was close to my house. We were making sand castles and playing with transformers.

Ryan: William, are we friends?
Me: Of course Ryan! Forever and always.

We continued smiling and playing in the sand.box. Those were the memories of a good relationship I had with my bro.

I haven't talked to Ryan since 2005, in which our fathers made us talk on the phone. He might have said three sentences which included the 'hello, hold on, goodbye' parts.

Ryan has been a prick to me ever since he was 12. I don't understand why my brother hates me.

I have done nothing to offend him! I have always been nice to Ryan.

Pete says he is just a shy person. Shy people say more than 2 sentences to their brothers when they see them.

Maybe he thinks im weird or something.
Or Maybe he just really hates me.

My stories!