through the wire
Chapter Two Plans
I paced around after I had cleaned myself off a bit. When is he going to call?
I run around the room hunting for my phone.
It's been so long since I last used it.
I've lost it.
Ah Ha!
Found it.
I quickly tap in Ryro's number and wait…
One ring… two rings…
About time!
"Hello?"
"Well hello you, long time no speak. It's Brendon."
I grin hoping he gets confused.
I love mind games.
I blink. Who the fuck was this kid? More importantly how'd he get my number?!
I laugh silently to myself
"Do you not remember me?" I whisper.
It was him! "So Brendon's your name huh?"
"It is indeed, do I not get your name sugar?"
Okay I'm trying to sound sexy here, but somehow I don't think it's working.
"My name is Ge---Ryan" I smiled I was talking to sexy 19 year old guy. I was so happy.
"Well Ryan, I enjoyed our little conversation better, but I still wish to know your age, it seems you know lots about me and I know nothing about you."
He does, really, I mean he knows what I do for a living, he knows my name, age, and number.
"I'm 20" I sigh softly."My birthday just passed at the end of August"
I sigh with relief. At least he's not some forty-something year old guy trying to get into my pants.
"That's cool, so what interests you?"
"Well I love music. I can play the guitar. Right now I have to work to help my mom"
"Nice, me too, apart from working to help my mom, I work to keep my flat."
Which is true, I'm not telling him it's a hellhole though.
It's too bad to even call home.
But it's a roof over my head.
"I really want to get out of here. Play my guitar my piano. But my dad just passed on a month before my birthday so I have to help my mom"
"I'm sorry to hear that. Couldn't you get a job playing your guitar? That way you're working to help your mom ad do something you enjoy."
I sigh putting my feet up onto the couch, lazily stroking my stomach.
I'm sleepy, well you would be too at half past four in the morning.
But I have to stay awake. Ryan is just too interesting.
"I've tried but I can't sing to safe a life"
"Sing for me? I'm sure you're not that bad."
I just want to hear his silky voice.
"Ok but I'm not that good" I cleared my throat. "The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital"
I sit in shock. This boys voice is amazing. He's just too shy.
And those lyrics are damn good too.
I'm no good with words myself.
"I'm speechless, of course you can't sing." I say sarcastically, placing a hand on my hip even though he can't see me.
It's then I realise, my boxers seem a little restricted again.
Now is not the time.
"Thank you I wrote for my father"
"Well I don't know what to say apart from you've got talent there, If you weren't as shy I'm sure you'd go far with that."
Calm down Brendon, for fucks sake.
"I'm not shy, I'm just self-conscious"
"Now why would you be self conscious? If your voice can do what it is to me right now, there's no need to be conscious about it."
"You sound sweet"
"You sound so hot when you sing" And it's doing ungodly things to me.
"Well um thank you"
"Dammit Ry, I want you so badly." I can't hide it anymore
I need this boy, and he's driving me crazy.
Yes I know its only been two phone calls… but damn.
"Y--you do?"
"Your voice is going amazing things to me, I wish you weren't so shy."
I sigh as my hand slips over my clothed, hardening member, moaning ever so slightly.
"I'm not so shy once you get to know me"
I'd love to get to know him, in more ways than one.
"I'd like to see you less shy Ry."
Oh! A somewhat pet name I love it. "Oh really..." I dug deep into my mind. "I'd love to get to you too, Bden"
No, gone.
"You've already done that." I mutter hoping he won't hear me.
I tilt my head although he can't see it. Then I turn to emo-Ryan. "I'm sorry I know I just probably fucked EVERYTHING that was possible between us up"
Eh?
Is he going all Emo on me?
I hope not.
"What do you mean?" I ask
"I want to really get to know you....hang with you....everything" I blab out
I want it too!
It's just I can't date clients; although he's not really a client now is he? I mean I know his name and he knows mine.
"What are you doing tonight?" I ask realising its early morning.
"Tonight? Nothing"
Here goes nothing.
"Well I was wondering if you'd join me for a gig tonight? I know you're short of cash so I'll pay, call it my treat. The band is really good."
"Awesome! what band?" I try not to squeal.
"Some band called Nothing Less, I've heard a couple of their tracks, and they're cool. I think you'll like them."
I smile glad that he's agreed.
"Maybe then I'll get to kiss you." Insert Brendon's foot into Brendon's mouth.
Whoa did he just say he may kiss me? "I'd like that...I'm a good kisser"
YAY for forwards Ryan admitting he's a good kisser.
"I can't wait to feel your lips on mine. But I'm going to have to wait, cause I have to get some beauty sleep before my date tonight," I give him the address of the club promising to meet him at 7pm sharp.
"Goodnight Ryan"
"Goodnight Brendon"
Hanging up the phone, I pick myself up and carry myself to my room where I collapse on the bed, thoughts of our date running through my head.