Ryan/Brendon story: My One and Only
Title:One and Only
Pairing: Ryan and Brendon
Summary: In cabin Ryan attempts to write. Brendon writes instead.
Rating: Pg13? swearing only
Authors notes: ive only done one ryan/brendon and one pete/patrick ever (ironically all have songs incorporated somehow) so definitely give criticism to the story. I think it sucks, but i'm tired of messing with it. I LOVE THIS SONG
I don’t know what the other guys were thinking. How the hell am I supposed to write love songs if I can’t talk to the one I love? It was just too dangerous for everyone. Sure, the s’mores were good, but the trip could have been for one night to accomplish s’mores. I know I should talk to him and tell him how I feel. I’m just not good enough for him though. I’m too broken. He deserved better. Locked in a house with him added to my angry heart though.
"Ryan, oh Ryan," Brendon was calling him again. The boy just did not give up ever. It was adorable, but it did not help my mood.
"Brendon, I’m busy. I told you this already. I can’t write with you bothering me about Capri sun or whatever it is that you forgot to bring enough of."
Brendon sticks his lip out, "But Ryan I want to write with you."
"Brendon, it’s a love song. You can’t help me," Well that is what I want him to think anyway.
"Yes I can Ryan. I know more about love than you think I do. I’ve started a song but I think its kind of shitty. I want you to help me with it," Brendon flops down on the couch next to me.
"Fine Brendon. Where is it?"
"It’s in my head Ryan. I don’t have a special notebook for this stuff like you do. If you want to write it down, then go for it. I will recite it for you."
I'm head over heels with someone I that I really can't deal with.
I wanna block him out my mind but I really can't do it (do it).
I tell myself that this the last time I’m gonna let him do this to me.
But whenever we do spent time
I realize that I just can't get enough of you
I don’t notice it because I’m too busy staring at him in shock. Brendon usually writes really shitty songs and this was fucking fantastic. But even more shocking, was the truth that was the underlying message of the song.
"Ryan, can you say something?" Brendon asked earnestly.
"Brendon, that was wonderful. I’m truly amazed."
"Thanks Ryan. That means a lot to me....especially since it’s about you. I think I love you."
"You love me?" I ask dumbfounded.
"Yes, Ryan. I love you. I have loved you for a long time. That shit I pull on stage? Its not an act."
"Oh Brendon. I have something to confess. I like you too. But I can’t be with you. I can’t do that to you. I’m too damaged and broken. I wear scarves and hoods cause it’s the only poker face that I’ve got left."
"Ryan, everything I love about you is a mess. But that’s what I love about you."
"I smash the mirror and break palm readers hands. I want to be better than I am. I can’t be with you Bren, I’m not good enough for you. Wipe that smile off your fucking face and stop loving me. I want to be despised. Not to be loved, to be dreamt of, to be sought. I’m the inside of I don’t care. Right in the middle, I’m right in the middle," Tears started rolling down my cheeks.
"I don’t and won’t despise you. To be loved, to be dreamt of, to be sought? Be my unholy Ryan, my one and my lonely."
Brendon leaned in and kissed me hard. He was eager and all over. I slowly kissed back.
"Hey, Ryan?" Brendon wiped the tears from my face, "Now enough with the hating yourself. I got to put my foot down, no boyfriend of mine will think he is unworthy."
"I can’t let you do this to me. I can’t forget good old times with all the things you’ve been doing to me. Bren, if we fail, then the band fails. What are Spencer and Jon going to think? It affects them too. We just can’t do this.
"Ryan, I cant forget all the good times with all the things you’ve been doing to me either. But we are going to make better times. I want to love you. I want to hit that ass one more time and make love. What are you doing to me? You are to love me. Just shut up and love me Ryan. Give in. Quit thinking and just follow your heart. I’m going to quit fucking the crowd. And what are we arguing with-I thought me and you were supposed to be friends. We are just going to be more than friends. So listen to your friend and follow your heart. I want to stop wanting you so much and not having you."
I looked into his eyes and bit my bottom lip. I saw the wetness in them from how frustrated he was. I saw the fear of losing me when he finally confessed his feelings. I saw the love and desire that he had for me.
"Brendon, just don’t hurt me. I don’t think I can stand being hurt again," I reached for his neck and pulled him close to me. "And we’ll work on the rest of the stuff together."
Brendon wrapped his arms around me, "I won’t hurt you Ryan. I love you too much."
"I love you too. Just hold me right now. We’ll work on the rest of that song later."
I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around Brendon. We sat there until we fell asleep. When we woke up, there was a picture of us sleeping on top of my notebook. It had a note on it.
We are happy you two finally got together and left the cabin for the two of you to enjoy. We will see you in a couple days. -Love Spence and Jon
Pairing: Ryan and Brendon
Summary: In cabin Ryan attempts to write. Brendon writes instead.
Rating: Pg13? swearing only
Authors notes: ive only done one ryan/brendon and one pete/patrick ever (ironically all have songs incorporated somehow) so definitely give criticism to the story. I think it sucks, but i'm tired of messing with it. I LOVE THIS SONG
I don’t know what the other guys were thinking. How the hell am I supposed to write love songs if I can’t talk to the one I love? It was just too dangerous for everyone. Sure, the s’mores were good, but the trip could have been for one night to accomplish s’mores. I know I should talk to him and tell him how I feel. I’m just not good enough for him though. I’m too broken. He deserved better. Locked in a house with him added to my angry heart though.
"Ryan, oh Ryan," Brendon was calling him again. The boy just did not give up ever. It was adorable, but it did not help my mood.
"Brendon, I’m busy. I told you this already. I can’t write with you bothering me about Capri sun or whatever it is that you forgot to bring enough of."
Brendon sticks his lip out, "But Ryan I want to write with you."
"Brendon, it’s a love song. You can’t help me," Well that is what I want him to think anyway.
"Yes I can Ryan. I know more about love than you think I do. I’ve started a song but I think its kind of shitty. I want you to help me with it," Brendon flops down on the couch next to me.
"Fine Brendon. Where is it?"
"It’s in my head Ryan. I don’t have a special notebook for this stuff like you do. If you want to write it down, then go for it. I will recite it for you."
I'm head over heels with someone I that I really can't deal with.
I wanna block him out my mind but I really can't do it (do it).
I tell myself that this the last time I’m gonna let him do this to me.
But whenever we do spent time
I realize that I just can't get enough of you
I don’t notice it because I’m too busy staring at him in shock. Brendon usually writes really shitty songs and this was fucking fantastic. But even more shocking, was the truth that was the underlying message of the song.
"Ryan, can you say something?" Brendon asked earnestly.
"Brendon, that was wonderful. I’m truly amazed."
"Thanks Ryan. That means a lot to me....especially since it’s about you. I think I love you."
"You love me?" I ask dumbfounded.
"Yes, Ryan. I love you. I have loved you for a long time. That shit I pull on stage? Its not an act."
"Oh Brendon. I have something to confess. I like you too. But I can’t be with you. I can’t do that to you. I’m too damaged and broken. I wear scarves and hoods cause it’s the only poker face that I’ve got left."
"Ryan, everything I love about you is a mess. But that’s what I love about you."
"I smash the mirror and break palm readers hands. I want to be better than I am. I can’t be with you Bren, I’m not good enough for you. Wipe that smile off your fucking face and stop loving me. I want to be despised. Not to be loved, to be dreamt of, to be sought. I’m the inside of I don’t care. Right in the middle, I’m right in the middle," Tears started rolling down my cheeks.
"I don’t and won’t despise you. To be loved, to be dreamt of, to be sought? Be my unholy Ryan, my one and my lonely."
Brendon leaned in and kissed me hard. He was eager and all over. I slowly kissed back.
"Hey, Ryan?" Brendon wiped the tears from my face, "Now enough with the hating yourself. I got to put my foot down, no boyfriend of mine will think he is unworthy."
"I can’t let you do this to me. I can’t forget good old times with all the things you’ve been doing to me. Bren, if we fail, then the band fails. What are Spencer and Jon going to think? It affects them too. We just can’t do this.
"Ryan, I cant forget all the good times with all the things you’ve been doing to me either. But we are going to make better times. I want to love you. I want to hit that ass one more time and make love. What are you doing to me? You are to love me. Just shut up and love me Ryan. Give in. Quit thinking and just follow your heart. I’m going to quit fucking the crowd. And what are we arguing with-I thought me and you were supposed to be friends. We are just going to be more than friends. So listen to your friend and follow your heart. I want to stop wanting you so much and not having you."
I looked into his eyes and bit my bottom lip. I saw the wetness in them from how frustrated he was. I saw the fear of losing me when he finally confessed his feelings. I saw the love and desire that he had for me.
"Brendon, just don’t hurt me. I don’t think I can stand being hurt again," I reached for his neck and pulled him close to me. "And we’ll work on the rest of the stuff together."
Brendon wrapped his arms around me, "I won’t hurt you Ryan. I love you too much."
"I love you too. Just hold me right now. We’ll work on the rest of that song later."
I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around Brendon. We sat there until we fell asleep. When we woke up, there was a picture of us sleeping on top of my notebook. It had a note on it.
We are happy you two finally got together and left the cabin for the two of you to enjoy. We will see you in a couple days. -Love Spence and Jon