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Ryden, PG, 1081 words. About how two people can mix and separate and mix and separate. First Ryden ever written, please tell me what I'm doing wrong, how cliche the plot is, how bad I write, etc.
When shaken, oil and water emulsify. Given time, they separate. They depend on a catalyst to mix them together, just to be split apart later.
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It’s like oil and water, their relationship. It mixes and fuses so well when shaken up, and at first, but eventually after time, they go their separate ways. They mix and fuse in the beginning, but it’s always known that it just doesn’t last. At some point, the oil will float to the top, independent and proud, and the water will sink to the bottom.
Brendon was the water in this case. After things began to go wrong, he was beginning to hit rock bottom. Which was extremely unusual for him. He was the burst of energy, the party-starter, the center of attention, the entertainer. Catching that boy not talking was like the equivalent of pig’s flying.
So it makes Ryan the oil, here. He’s the shy but cocky one, which no one really understands how that works. But that’s Ryan, no one really understand how he works. One moment he’s smiling like there’s no tomorrow and joking around with one of the guys, the next he’s locked up in his bunk ignoring everyone until the show that night.
He’s a mystery.
Brendon curses himself for loving things like the board game Clue, and the TV show CSI.
___
He’s outside tonight’s venue signing for fans when he gets asked. It’s simple, obvious, and maybe even pushing the line. But she’s a young fan, you can’t expect her to know about crossing lines, or personal issues. It’s straightforward and probably shouldn’t have surprised Brendon as much as it did.
“Does ryden really exist Brendon!?”
He stammers a little, pausing before forcing out a playful “I don’t really know, you tell me,” just as if he was asked any simple question. He winks at her and looks down as his eyes trace his fingers wrapped around the sharpie that’s drawing out his signature over the fabric of some t-shirt the girl had handed him.
As he moves on to the next fan, he comes across the realization of how brutally true his answer was.
___
When Brendon looks up from watching TV on the bus with Jon to see Ryan walking up the steps followed by that blonde who danced with them on stage a few nights ago, his heart sinks.
He closes his eyes, forces a smile through Ryan’s introduction, sits back and tells himself to hold on until that next catalyst comes along, hoping it won’t be too far away.
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Brendon Urie is a fantastic actor.
He really is. He thinks he should be in movies or at least commercials. He can easily fake a smile and as far as he knows, no one can tell the difference. His great acting skills really come in handy sometimes.
He’s just lying in the back lounge, trying to fall asleep. If he had a mirror, the boy in the reflection would be simply depressed. He’s a little heartbroken too. But he won’t be telling anyone that.
When Brendon hears footsteps approaching, he quickly grabs his cell phone and paints on a silly face. Ryan walks in, sees Brendon and just asks “what are you doing?”
“Just texting,” he smiles in his band mate’s direction. Ryan shrugs and walks away.
After racing thoughts and endless sighs, he drifts off into sleep. When Ryan walks back in to ask what he wants for dinner a few minutes later, the façade is down, and it’s painfully obvious the hurt on Brendon’s sleeping face.
___
Ryan was always able to tell Brendon’s fake smiles from his real smiles, despite Brendon’s silent insistence of his great acting skills.
___
It wasn’t so easy for Brendon to pretend everything was fine. Because it wasn’t. But Brendon was an actor, and he was not about to let his talent go to waste. His heart could go to waste though, who needs that.
Brendon didn’t matter, he wasn’t important. She was important though. She was the new toy, something special. Beautiful, gorgeous, everything Brendon wasn’t.
Brendon stayed away from Ryan from then on. It wasn’t a break up, it wasn’t a fight. It was moving on. Maybe it was an unspoken agreement that things were changing. Maybe it was one sided.
Ryan noticed Brendon acting differently, even if he didn’t let it affect his attitude. He was still goofy, silly and crazy, however he became more careful in the sense that he wasn’t grabbing Ryan’s hand at all times, or cuddling close as he’s proven to depend on.
So instead, Ryan shied away. He didn’t ask questions or demand answers. He did what he does best, and ran away. Just ran away to his new girl.
Because if there is anything Ryan is, it’s a coward.
___
Jon and Spencer and Zack and Eric and really quite everyone on the bus knew about Ryan and Brendon’s “thing”. It was known but never really discussed. As long as it didn’t mess up the band.
They were fine with it.
As long as it didn’t mess up the band.
___
When Ryan’s girlfriend became common news, Jon and Spencer were confused at the least. They were worried about Brendon. He can hide his emotions, but at the end of the day, it was known how hurt he really was.
___
So problems happened, people changed, friends became lovers, lovers became friends, new friends were made, and things are different.
But in the end, it was truly best for the split. It was becoming unbearable and they honestly don’t know how it could’ve gotten this way.
It was for the best.
Even if Brendon was left even more alone than he was been for the past few years.
___
So the two waited. Now, in two different worlds. Where paths don’t cross and people don’t talk. Where things are more different than they should ever be.
Where life changed for the better or for the worse.
Where they learned to be happy again.
They waited until that familiar catalyst set them off again, for someone to come and shake up their lives until they’re mixed again.
When shaken, oil and water emulsify.
___
When Brendon slips his hand into his pocket to grab his ringing phone, his eyes widen when he sees the caller ID.
He smiles a genuine smile, maybe the first one in a long time, and clicks answer.
When shaken, oil and water emulsify. Given time, they separate. They depend on a catalyst to mix them together, just to be split apart later.
___
It’s like oil and water, their relationship. It mixes and fuses so well when shaken up, and at first, but eventually after time, they go their separate ways. They mix and fuse in the beginning, but it’s always known that it just doesn’t last. At some point, the oil will float to the top, independent and proud, and the water will sink to the bottom.
Brendon was the water in this case. After things began to go wrong, he was beginning to hit rock bottom. Which was extremely unusual for him. He was the burst of energy, the party-starter, the center of attention, the entertainer. Catching that boy not talking was like the equivalent of pig’s flying.
So it makes Ryan the oil, here. He’s the shy but cocky one, which no one really understands how that works. But that’s Ryan, no one really understand how he works. One moment he’s smiling like there’s no tomorrow and joking around with one of the guys, the next he’s locked up in his bunk ignoring everyone until the show that night.
He’s a mystery.
Brendon curses himself for loving things like the board game Clue, and the TV show CSI.
___
He’s outside tonight’s venue signing for fans when he gets asked. It’s simple, obvious, and maybe even pushing the line. But she’s a young fan, you can’t expect her to know about crossing lines, or personal issues. It’s straightforward and probably shouldn’t have surprised Brendon as much as it did.
“Does ryden really exist Brendon!?”
He stammers a little, pausing before forcing out a playful “I don’t really know, you tell me,” just as if he was asked any simple question. He winks at her and looks down as his eyes trace his fingers wrapped around the sharpie that’s drawing out his signature over the fabric of some t-shirt the girl had handed him.
As he moves on to the next fan, he comes across the realization of how brutally true his answer was.
___
When Brendon looks up from watching TV on the bus with Jon to see Ryan walking up the steps followed by that blonde who danced with them on stage a few nights ago, his heart sinks.
He closes his eyes, forces a smile through Ryan’s introduction, sits back and tells himself to hold on until that next catalyst comes along, hoping it won’t be too far away.
___
Brendon Urie is a fantastic actor.
He really is. He thinks he should be in movies or at least commercials. He can easily fake a smile and as far as he knows, no one can tell the difference. His great acting skills really come in handy sometimes.
He’s just lying in the back lounge, trying to fall asleep. If he had a mirror, the boy in the reflection would be simply depressed. He’s a little heartbroken too. But he won’t be telling anyone that.
When Brendon hears footsteps approaching, he quickly grabs his cell phone and paints on a silly face. Ryan walks in, sees Brendon and just asks “what are you doing?”
“Just texting,” he smiles in his band mate’s direction. Ryan shrugs and walks away.
After racing thoughts and endless sighs, he drifts off into sleep. When Ryan walks back in to ask what he wants for dinner a few minutes later, the façade is down, and it’s painfully obvious the hurt on Brendon’s sleeping face.
___
Ryan was always able to tell Brendon’s fake smiles from his real smiles, despite Brendon’s silent insistence of his great acting skills.
___
It wasn’t so easy for Brendon to pretend everything was fine. Because it wasn’t. But Brendon was an actor, and he was not about to let his talent go to waste. His heart could go to waste though, who needs that.
Brendon didn’t matter, he wasn’t important. She was important though. She was the new toy, something special. Beautiful, gorgeous, everything Brendon wasn’t.
Brendon stayed away from Ryan from then on. It wasn’t a break up, it wasn’t a fight. It was moving on. Maybe it was an unspoken agreement that things were changing. Maybe it was one sided.
Ryan noticed Brendon acting differently, even if he didn’t let it affect his attitude. He was still goofy, silly and crazy, however he became more careful in the sense that he wasn’t grabbing Ryan’s hand at all times, or cuddling close as he’s proven to depend on.
So instead, Ryan shied away. He didn’t ask questions or demand answers. He did what he does best, and ran away. Just ran away to his new girl.
Because if there is anything Ryan is, it’s a coward.
___
Jon and Spencer and Zack and Eric and really quite everyone on the bus knew about Ryan and Brendon’s “thing”. It was known but never really discussed. As long as it didn’t mess up the band.
They were fine with it.
As long as it didn’t mess up the band.
___
When Ryan’s girlfriend became common news, Jon and Spencer were confused at the least. They were worried about Brendon. He can hide his emotions, but at the end of the day, it was known how hurt he really was.
___
So problems happened, people changed, friends became lovers, lovers became friends, new friends were made, and things are different.
But in the end, it was truly best for the split. It was becoming unbearable and they honestly don’t know how it could’ve gotten this way.
It was for the best.
Even if Brendon was left even more alone than he was been for the past few years.
___
So the two waited. Now, in two different worlds. Where paths don’t cross and people don’t talk. Where things are more different than they should ever be.
Where life changed for the better or for the worse.
Where they learned to be happy again.
They waited until that familiar catalyst set them off again, for someone to come and shake up their lives until they’re mixed again.
When shaken, oil and water emulsify.
___
When Brendon slips his hand into his pocket to grab his ringing phone, his eyes widen when he sees the caller ID.
He smiles a genuine smile, maybe the first one in a long time, and clicks answer.