Tired, Chapter 3
Title: Tired
Author: damnpetewentz
Rating: PG13? swearing.
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon references, others to come
POV: Ryan,1st person.
Summary: Ryan's life experiences and events. Ryan has many ups and downs and problems with friends and relationships. Eventually, he will have to choose between two people: the one that he is in love with and has hurt him in the past or the one he loves, hurt, and owes his life to. In this chapter, Jon calls and helps Ryan. Ryan calls Pete.
Authors Notes: love to the few faithful readers to this story. Kind of short as I didn't get to proofread as much as I would have liked, but wanted to get it up for my promised readers. Please concrit to make me a better writer.
I woke up to the sound of the sidekick. I didn’t want to get up and who the fuck was calling me anyway? I dragged my ass of the bed and looked at the phone "Jon". He wasn’t directly mad at me, at least I didn’t think so. I decided to answer it.
"Hey Jon," I walk back over to the bed and sit down
"Hey Ryan! Good to hear your voice. How are you holding up?"
"Uh okay I guess. What’s up with you? Are you happy to be home in Chicago?" I was quick to change the topic, as I really didn’t want to talk about my horrible life. Besides, Jon didn’t know about Brendon hitting/pushing me. Well, at least I don’t think so.
"Oh Ryan, I’m loving being here with my girlfriend. And sleeping, I’m loving being able to sleep in. But I’ve been around you three idiots so long I’m kind of missing you."
"Missing me? Seriously Walker, what is in that water you have been drinking? No one misses me. I’m not worth it." I laid back on the bed as I talked.
"Ryan, I know you’ve been through some shit lately but don’t say that. You do matter to some people. I know you haven’t heard that a lot in your life, but it is true. You matter to me. We aren’t as tight as you and Spencer are, but you definitely fucking matter to me. You sure matter to Spencer even though he’s got something shoved up his ass right now, whatever it may be about. And as much as you don’t believe it right now, you do matter to Brendon. I don’t know what made him cheat on you, but I know he hates himself for it. He told me that he hates himself for hurting you and you didn’t deserve it. So just don’t say that anymore to me please? Cause you do matter Ryan."
"Thanks Jon. It really means a lot to me," I get really soft and a tear runs down my cheek.
"Ross, don’t start crying on me please. You know I can’t handle your crying. Now what are you doing for the Fourth?"
"Fourth of July? I haven’t even thought about it. But nothing. I have nothing to do, since I usually go to Spencer’s."
"Ryan, you should really try calling him."
"I saw him went I went to Port of Subs to get some lunch today. He told me he was still mad."
"Oh, well then maybe not. So back to the Fourth. Why don’t you back a bag and fly out here for a while? Not just for the holiday either. It will be good to get away from people who aren’t so happy with you and people you aren’t so happy with. You will stay with me and we’ll have fun."
"Jon, that’s a great idea. I’m tired of sitting around this house and leaving it presents me with situations like earlier." I jumped off the bed and went to turn the computer on to look up flight information. I wanted out of Vegas and the sooner the better now that the opportunity presented itself.
"Great its settled. Now find a flight and back a bag and give me a call when you figure out when I need to pick you up from the airport. I’m gonna go Ryan and start cleaning the mess I made in the past week. Bye"
"Bye Jon."
I searched the different airlines for a flight from Vegas to Chicago. I picked one that left at 1215 tomorrow. That flight was less than 24 hours from now. I texted Jon to tell him the flight info. I needed to pack my suitcase, but since it was still sitting in the hallway where I left it when I came home a week ago, I had to do some laundry first. The rest of the afternoon flew by as I got ready to go to Chicago. I ordered a pizza to be delivered and went back to getting ready. I decided to call Pete to see if he was in Chicago because I hadn’t seen him since that party.
"Hello?" Pete answered the phone with irritation.
"Hey Pete, It’s Ryan. Is this a bad time? You can call me back if you need to. It can wait."
"Oh hey Ryan. No, its okay. Hemingway is just trying to get into some stuff."
"I was wondering where you are. I’m going to Chicago for awhile to stay with Jon. I thought if you were there, we could hang out."
"I’m in LA right now, but I’ll be going home for the Fourth of July. I’m planning on staying for a week so that should be good. Dammit Hemingway stop digging. Ryan, I’ll call you. I got to go before I have no yard. Later."
I’m glad I’ll be able to talk to Pete next week. He is a great friend, and it is unusual for us both to be off at the same time. I go to bed with a smile on my face. This is strange since I haven’t done that in a month, but I know its because I’m leaving. Maybe I can finally start getting over Brendon and how much he’s hurt me once I leave the memories of this city behind.