Ryder the Emo Skateboarder Becomes Tyler the Candy Raver by kooldoggie
Despite Ryder's best efforts at maintaining his hardcore dark personality, he made the one mistake that would once again set him on the path of extreme change, separating him from his beloved Justin for a prolonged period. Things had been going well for a year, as Ryder settled down with his lover at their downtown pad, from where they could skate the Seattle streets with their emo posse. Ryder had turned twenty, no longer a teen, his muscle just slightly more enhanced on his pale Goth frame, as he spent his days working as a barista at the coffeehouse, taking his breaks to work on his increasingly angsty poetry, and skating all day on days off before returning to the pad to mess around with Justin and listen to their albums. Justin had gotten used to the more extreme personality, the frequent use of black lip gloss along with the thick eyeliner, which enhanced those sexy jade-green eyes, the purple-streaked bangs and black nail-polish. He even would grow out his nails slightly and put gel in his ebony hair to make it stick out a bit sharply. Still he was essentially skater, and that's how Justin liked it.
But it was actually Justin who held responsibility for what happened. He had been getting into the concert scene lately, following around some of the emo bands playing around the state, and he and Ryder would often take some Ecstasy and roll while they tripped out to the metaphysical melodies. There was a music festival in the Nevada desert that Justin really wanted to attend, and despite Ryder's reservations about leaving town again, he shrugged and joined his boyfriend, intent on having some fun. But when they got to the festival, entering one of the first tents from which not emo music was playing but a thumping, more danceable beat, which should have given the na•ve skaters enough of a clue, they found themselves among a gyrating, hot crowd of candy ravers, so many rainbow colors around that it hurt their eyes. After being jostled around for a minute, Ryder sneering sullenly the whole time at this mess, he turned to let Justin know they needed to leave now, but to his horror, the Scene Kid found that his boyfriend was nowhere to be seen.
Aw, fuck, thought Ryder in a panic, unable to find his way out of the crowd among the flashing colored lights strobing into rhythmic periods of darkness. He trembled, not knowing if his more Goth persona could hold out against the fruity kids around him. He already could feel the change rising in him, the music more appealing, as he bopped his head to it, the black bangs tossed around his angular cheeks. Fuck, nooooo! He screamed to himself, desperately looking for an exit, knowing without a doubt now that there were just too many of the laughing partiers, and nervous and alone as he was now, he needed to be a part of them in order to survive. The fear would kick in the changes faster now, and Ryder just sighed, passing his slender-fingered white hand through his hair, noticing that the black nail polish was already fading, but some of the nails now looked more pink. Maybe he would be a raver that still painted his nails, albeit in bright neon colors. Even in the dim lighting, he could see a flush coming to his skin, rejecting the pallor that he loved. Still, he decided to just roll with, and thinking of rolling, he placed another colored tab on his pierced tongue and hoped it would kick in quickly, allowing him to maybe enjoy the whole ride, although he had no idea where it would take him.
It was unbearably hot in here, the sweat pasting his tight band shirt to his heaving chest, and Ryder saw at least half of the candy raver guys were shirtless and glistening, with both sweat and glitter. No reason why he couldn't join them. He peeled off the shirt, throwing it aside, his body gyrating full throttle now to the senseless beat. Ryder would have hated this scene, but he now knew he was becoming Tyler, and Tyler, a party-boy just out of his teens, got down with this scene daily. With each gyration, his torso muscled up a little more, becoming much more sculpted and glowing with the lightest of tans. The nipple rings stayed in the more rounded pecs, but instead of a simple silver they seemed to be colored stones, perfect to join the array of rainbow colors everywhere. The navel piercing, too, became a brightly colored gem. His dance moves were getting pretty awesome by now, but it was getting a lot harder to move in those skinny jeans, and he yanked them down forcefully, necessitating getting rid of his Vans as well, as he kicked them away along with the stupid pants. After all, freedom was the name of the game here, and who really cared if he was dancing nearly naked among all these writhing bodies; at least he still had his boxers on.
But now one of the dancers gyrating with him handed him his real pants, and Tyler took the exaggerated baggy denim jeans with the many zippers and straps, pulling the more comfortable pants up his sculpted skater legs. "Ah, thanks, dude!" he giggled, in a higher, brighter voice than he was used to. He felt something drop down onto his pecs, and he saw that his leather dog collar had turned into a pacifier, dangling around his slightly more muscled neck. He immediately put it in his mouth and sucked on it, feeling the Ecstasy kicking in, all the music echoing around him and making him feel so alive. He stretched out his arms, noticing they also were a bit more muscled, the star tattoos gone and replaced with a simple tribal branch around the swelling bicep. He also had a rainbow triangle on his other tan shoulder. Instead of the leather wristbands, he now had a multitude of brightly colored, candy bracelets circling his wrists.
Yeah, Tyler was really coming together now, as a few girls and even more whooping gay guys, also barechested, hopped around him, encouraging him. He could sway his hips seductively, his bare feet protected by the folds of the heavily flared raver pants. He knew his rubber flip flops were around somewhere, and he would get them at the end of the night. Although he could not see, he knew his face had changed dramatically, and the other ravers saw a gorgeous blonde boy with an undercut, his bangs flopping into bright blue eyes, outlined in a neon pink rather than the black that Ryder always sported. That liner was only for partying anyway and would be wiped away in the morning. His face was a bit rounder and cuter, and several silver studs remained in his ears, in a different arrangement than Ryder had. The snakebite piercings had gone from his lips. Lastly, a visor canted sideways on his bopping head, keeping those floppy cute bangs in place.
He had forgotten all about Justin by now, his candy rave life much too carefree for a sullen skater. He didn't have a steady boyfriend but partied with his other cute friends constantly, drinking and rolling on E. In the morning they would sleep it all off in a pile of wasted ravers, cuddling together, before taking off back to their apartment in West Hollywood. It was a good life, Tyler thought, as one of his sexy friends licked the glitter off his sticky six-pack abs. Why would anyone want to go through it so gloomy?
All night Justin had been desperately seeking Ryder through the crowd, but as the hours passed he had less hope he would even recognize him. Fuck, how was he to have known it would be a more eclectic music festival with all different types of scenes in each of the tents? They had simply stepped into the wrong one. He cursed not having half the intelligence of his smart Goth boyfriend, who wrote such impressive poetry and stories that he never could wrap his limited imagination around. Yeah, Ryder probably was one of the candy ravers now, and the tears flowed freely again, causing the black eyeliner to run under his moist blue eyes. But no, he wouldn't give up looking for him, no matter how long it took. He headed back to the emo tent, letting the ravers finish their dance with their glowsticks and their thumping, mindless music.
By the morning, Tyler was passed out among all the other boys and girls, his blonde head resting on the bare torso of one of his roommates. He woke up to find another roommate giving him an excellent wakeup blowjob, letting young Tyler gasp with a high-pitched squeal as he came. Tyler kissed the boy and then pulled up those insane baggy pants, finally locating the flip flops under another sleeping raver, as well as the mesh tanktop he had tossed earlier, which showed off so much of his gym-worked body. He pushed his blonde bangs back under the visor as he sighed, taking in the desert morning air, then joined his friends on the walk back to the parking lot, for a relaxing ride home, followed for a few days in bed recovering from the comedown. Hopefully, thought Tyler, smirking, one or more of his roommates would join him under the covers.