Do Something
Characters not mine. Found this while cleaning out one of my notebooks. It'll have more chapters, soon, hopefully. Enjoy!
Part 1:
If someone had told him at the beginning of the summer that he'd be hanging out with Ryan evens, he would have laughed and said something about inhaling too much paint thinner in detention with Darbus. But, now… well, now, Ryan could easily be considered his best friend. And, right now, Ryan needed him.
The blonde was riding shotgun in Chad's car, a black '67 Impala he found for a good price a while back, only this ride wasn't like any of the other's they'd taken recently. Ryan was a bloodied mess, and in tears.
"Tell me what happened?" He asked, pulling the car off to the shoulder once they'd put some distance between themselves and where he'd found his friend. He laid a reassuring hand on Ryan's shoulder, mindful of bruises.
He sniffled softly. "I was just walking through the park. It was dark and I didn't see them coming."
"Who is 'them', Ry?"
Another whimper. "Not sure. They, ugh, beat me up. Called me names. Told me not to tell… and they squashed my brand new hat, too."
Before Ryan could further mourn the loss of his beloved new hat, Chad offered him the baseball cap he'd been wearing. It was a poor substitute, by the gesture seemed to soothe his friend. He didn't have to ask why Ryan had been attacked. There had been several others like this lately, and the thought made his blood boil. "Hey, hey, Ry." He started a supportive hand covering the others. "I'll take you home, it'll be okay." He promised, silently amending to that, a promise to destroy whoever did this to his friend is they were ever unlucky enough to cross his path.
Ryan wiped his eyes, which did virtually nothing except smear the spot of blood on his cheek. Chad reached in the glove box and found a napkin, using it to wipe way the offending blob. "Thanks." The blonde smiled. "You know, you're a great friend."
Chad was never, ever letting Ryan get hurt again.