Almost Ten in a Day
Summary: Ryan has been rumored with: a rubber duck fetish, coke, and everlasting feelings for Brendon. Brendon and Ryan's “friends” are trying to help him. this is part one.
Disclaimer: not real, they're not mine blah blah. please don't take offense to any of this, it was created off of a conversation about ryan ross's possible duck fetish. alright that's it ily- crystal
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“Got the rubber ducks ready?”
“Yep,” the brown haired girl reassured as she broke into the ADT system of the old, cultured house.
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It's kind of funny, really, how they both ended up there. They and a few friends from the Internet somehow ended up somewhere in California. They had jokingly pre-planned this “conquest” in Echo Park, but here they are, breaking into this king has-been's house.
It's even funnier why they're taking him. His name is Ryan Ross, and fans have been upset since the last time he's released an album has been…three years ago, if I could keep track. Instead of producing that solo album, his fans pretty much assume that he's spending his whole day with his cat and smoking pot. That's probably the best way to live, honestly.
This is a pretty plausible assumption so the girls brought along some pot, coke, and everything else needed for a kidnapping.
Back to the point: they're taking him because they were considering bringing him into rehab or forcing music out of him.
It was a better idea to make sure he could produce a record more sober, so thy decided on rehab.
Also, it is not like a couple of teenage girls can do it by themselves. They needed some help from an old friend in Santa Monica.
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“May I hel―”
“Whoa! Y―yes hello um, we, or your old friend here needs your help. I―I hope you remember him though.”
The dark haired man raised his eyebrow. “Go on. Look, I don't know who you are but who are you talking about?”
“Oh! Sorry for not introducing ourselves. For now, just call me, um, N., and she's L.,” L. took one of Brendon's hands in hers. “Your old friend Ryan isn't doing so well from what we can see.”
The memories with Ryan. The years spent as friends, musicians, and lovers, together. He suddenly remembered when he was a small teenager, meeting a kid slightly taller and older than him wearing eyeliner and a determined smile on his face, as he told about how he could get in contact with Pete Wentz to possibly get signed.
Flash forward, they finished a show to be put onto a DVD, where he wiped the makeup off of Ryan's face and kissed him backstage, when no one was looking.
Flash forward again, they were pretty upset at each other for losing and opposing almost every song they created in their cabin: the lyrics were all wrong and added to the fireplace, heated discussions about who would sing what. It ended up in a loud fight which turned into loud moans in the blink of an eye.
Flash, a sad look on his face. It was back in Africa when he told him he was leaving the band. He remembers the small fort created of tissues he used during just the first week of the split.
After the unsuccess of Ryan's new band, it hit Brendon hard when he heard that he wasn't doing so well. He had heard that his former lover was caught in a picture with drugs, even though he didn't believe those rumors. Sure, their second (technically third) album was produced without an ounce of sobriety, so he knows about some of it. He just didn't think he'd ever get caught.
“Alright,” he responded quietly, looking off into the distance. “You know, if it's true, this is serious and you guys better not be joking about it.”
“We're not, a couple of our friends are actually at his house right now.”
“Oh.” He had a lot of questions, like how the fuck they found his or Ryan's house, and how they know about the drugs. They didn't seem like they'd cause any harm though; maybe they really are Ryan's friends.Thinking about seeing his ex-band mate, Brendon cracked a small smile.“Alright,” he sighed, “I'm down to help. Who's driving?”
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“Oh man,” the brown haired girl, Jewels, had sighed and rolled her eyes. “The alarm wasn't even on, you dumb fuck. We could have just picked the lock!”
“Shut the fuck up, he can probably hear us.”
She nodded and checked her phone. “the bird is in the cage”. Putting her phone away, she slowly opened the door and looked around. His house was simple, clean enough, still a bit eccentric.
The plan was to line up some of the squeaky rubber ducks and lead them to white lines and the pot. Once he'd reach that, the two girls would then capture him with the sheet they'd use to wrap everything up. They put on their black masks and walked in.
No sign of him yet. The coast was clear. However, there was the sound of running water coming from upstairs.
“Change of plans, we should just kidnap him once he walks out of the bathroom,” Jewels had suggested.
“Hell no. We can't stall enough and he might escape once we get him outside.” Jade, the other girl who planned it out online with Jewels, started walking around.
It was a pretty nice place. There wasn't too much decoration. Just some guitars and papers and solo cups laying around, but definitely not that messy. His cat was watching them on the couch. He seemed to be unamused.
Jade took out five of the rubber ducks and put one at the top of the stairs, another in the middle, and another on the foot. The other two were lined on the tile towards the window.
Jewels took the other two out of the bag and pointed them towards the windowsill where she arranged a few lines and put a joint on.
She took out her phone and texted Lexi “all set. he's showering right now but i think hes gonna get out soon". The taps turned off and they heard the bathroom door unlock.
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