Do You Know What I'm Seeing? One/?
Title: Do You Know What I'm Seeing? One/?
Author: hooray4irony
Rating: Will be NC - 17 in coming chapters.
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon.
POV: 3rd.
Summary: This place was strange and unfamiliar. Everything had been stolen of its colour, and replaced with shades of grey. The plants and trees grew in peculiar shapes and the dull grass beneath Ryan's feet looked soft as carpet.
As he continued his way down the narrow, colourless path, he spotted a shadowy figure in the distance. The person looked far away and appeared to be looking at Ryan.
Disclaimer: Title belongs to Panic! at the Disco. I don't own the characters in this story. Only the plot. :D
Beta: The awesomeness xojemmaxo (Also known as Nugget)
Author Notes: This may seem like a very random story at first, but later on it will make much more sense. So give it a chance... Please? Comments are love, people! So COMMENT! XD XP
Ryan pushed through the grey, rusting gates and walked slowly down a narrow, black stone path.
The air felt crisp against his clammy skin and smelt oddly of tea leaves and cakes.
Ryan glanced up at the grey and white sky, observing his surroundings.
This place was strange and unfamiliar. Everything had been stolen of its colour, and replaced with shades of grey. The plants and trees grew in peculiar shapes and the dull grass beneath Ryan's feet looked soft as carpet.
As he continued his way down the narrow, colourless path, he spotted a shadowy figure in the distance. The person looked far away and appeared to be looking at Ryan.
Ryan decided to change course and head in the direction of the figure.
He took about five steps before the same person suddenly appeared in front of Ryan, his head cocked to one side and his brow furrowed in curiosity.
He stared at Ryan intensely.
"Uh, hi," Ryan greeted softly, carefully, sounding rather pathetic.
The boy's brow only furrowed deeper.
"My-my name's Ryan. Ryan Ross..."
An eyebrow shot up on the strangers forehead, almost disappearing in his hairline.
Ryan mentally slapped himself. Of course. How rude.
He stuck out his hand in a more formal of greetings.
The boy stared at it for a moment, before snatching it up and shaking it hard, fast, painful.
Ryan brought his numbing hand to his chest protectively, squeezing until all of the feeling came back in his fingers.
"Hi!" A huge grin split the boy's features, the smile spreading to his eyes.
Ryan attempted to smile back, but it obviously wasn't good enough for the stranger.
"No, no, no. You need to show your teeth. Not just your mouth. Smile with your whole face."
Ryan didn't need lessons in how to smile. He could smile just fine.
The boy stuck out his chin and puffed out his chest, seeming to double in height.
"M' names Brendon. Brendon Urie." Brendon deflated and burst into a fit of giggles and Ryan wondered what, exactly was so funny.
"Uh, how old are you, Brendon?" asked Ryan, swinging his arms absently.
Brendon held up four fingers and said, "I'm 5 years old. What's it to ya?" And then he laughed again, clutching at his sides from the apparently funny 'joke'.
"Right," Ryan said slowly, staring at the young boy. He had dark brown hair that stuck like a bowl around his face; huge, chocolate brown eyes, a mouth that looked just a lttle too big for his face, and he was coloured, unlike everything else. Ryan wondered why them two were seemingly the only colourful things in this place.
Once Brendon had collected himself from fits of giggles, he reached out and took Ryan's hand.
"Come on. I'll show you around." His small voice was full of excitment as he tugged Ryan along the path, bouncing happily.
"Where are we, anyway?" asked Ryan, stealing a sideways glance at the hyperactive bundle.
"Ah, ah, ah. That's for me to know, and you to find out, Ryan Ross." A wide grin took over Brendon's lips and he continued to half-drag Ryan to wherever he ended up first.
"Can I at least know where we're going?"
"Nope!" squealed Brendon. "It's a secret."
Ryan sighed but couldn't help smiling. Just a tiny bit to loosen the nerves and knots in his stomach.
It was only a few moments later that Ryan found himself standing in front of another rusty gate. Brendon tugged him through it and let go of Ryan's hand, bouncing around in a circle to land in no particular spot.
Ryan watched him giggle and spin, laughing too when Brendon landed on his backside on the colourless grass.
"Where are we now?" Ryan asked, walking over to Brendon to help him to his feet. But Brendon was already up and taking hold of Ryan's hand again, jumping up and down in a circle around him. Ryan had no choice but to spin too, the grip on his hand was too determined not to, otherwise Ryan would end up on his ass as well.
"Where ever you want us to be."
"Okay... That didn't make any sense at all."
Brendon rolled his eyes and let go of Ryan's hand. Without warning, Brendon fell backwards, flopping on his back on the soft grass. Ryan watched him lay there, staring up at the little grey and white puffs in the sky.
"We are where ever you want us to be, Ryan. It's not that hard to get." Brendon closed his eyes and rested his hands on his stomach.
That felt like the end of the conversation, and Ryan felt awkward just standing there, so he laid himself down next to the five year old and closed his eyes as well.
Once he opened them again, though, Ryan wasn't where he was a few moments ago.
Everything was bright. Too bright. And there were people looming over him. There were talking but Ryan couldn't make any sense out of the blur of words.
His head hurt, and so did his stomach.
Ryan whimpered. Where was that bouncing ball of hair and brown eyes? Was he still in the black and white garden?
"Ryan?"
Oh.
He groaned to let everyone know that he was awake and not very happy. A dream. Everything had been a dream.
Ryan opened his eyes again and lifted his head, just enough to inspect his surroundings and get a grip of everything that was going on. As soon as he did, though, a million questions flew into his head; all of them dominating each other for answers.
The loudest ones were, why was he in an emergency room with his parents and doctors surrounding him? Why was Ryan in an emergency room to begin with? And if the grey place he dreamt was a dream, then why was a five year old Brendon standing in the doorway, staring at Ryan with big, chocolate brown eyes?
"Brendon?" he whispered, mostly to himself.
A doctor looked towards the doorway where Ryan was staring, then looked back at him.
"There's no one there, Ryan."
Huh.
Author: hooray4irony
Rating: Will be NC - 17 in coming chapters.
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon.
POV: 3rd.
Summary: This place was strange and unfamiliar. Everything had been stolen of its colour, and replaced with shades of grey. The plants and trees grew in peculiar shapes and the dull grass beneath Ryan's feet looked soft as carpet.
As he continued his way down the narrow, colourless path, he spotted a shadowy figure in the distance. The person looked far away and appeared to be looking at Ryan.
Disclaimer: Title belongs to Panic! at the Disco. I don't own the characters in this story. Only the plot. :D
Beta: The awesomeness xojemmaxo (Also known as Nugget)
Author Notes: This may seem like a very random story at first, but later on it will make much more sense. So give it a chance... Please? Comments are love, people! So COMMENT! XD XP
Ryan pushed through the grey, rusting gates and walked slowly down a narrow, black stone path.
The air felt crisp against his clammy skin and smelt oddly of tea leaves and cakes.
Ryan glanced up at the grey and white sky, observing his surroundings.
This place was strange and unfamiliar. Everything had been stolen of its colour, and replaced with shades of grey. The plants and trees grew in peculiar shapes and the dull grass beneath Ryan's feet looked soft as carpet.
As he continued his way down the narrow, colourless path, he spotted a shadowy figure in the distance. The person looked far away and appeared to be looking at Ryan.
Ryan decided to change course and head in the direction of the figure.
He took about five steps before the same person suddenly appeared in front of Ryan, his head cocked to one side and his brow furrowed in curiosity.
He stared at Ryan intensely.
"Uh, hi," Ryan greeted softly, carefully, sounding rather pathetic.
The boy's brow only furrowed deeper.
"My-my name's Ryan. Ryan Ross..."
An eyebrow shot up on the strangers forehead, almost disappearing in his hairline.
Ryan mentally slapped himself. Of course. How rude.
He stuck out his hand in a more formal of greetings.
The boy stared at it for a moment, before snatching it up and shaking it hard, fast, painful.
Ryan brought his numbing hand to his chest protectively, squeezing until all of the feeling came back in his fingers.
"Hi!" A huge grin split the boy's features, the smile spreading to his eyes.
Ryan attempted to smile back, but it obviously wasn't good enough for the stranger.
"No, no, no. You need to show your teeth. Not just your mouth. Smile with your whole face."
Ryan didn't need lessons in how to smile. He could smile just fine.
The boy stuck out his chin and puffed out his chest, seeming to double in height.
"M' names Brendon. Brendon Urie." Brendon deflated and burst into a fit of giggles and Ryan wondered what, exactly was so funny.
"Uh, how old are you, Brendon?" asked Ryan, swinging his arms absently.
Brendon held up four fingers and said, "I'm 5 years old. What's it to ya?" And then he laughed again, clutching at his sides from the apparently funny 'joke'.
"Right," Ryan said slowly, staring at the young boy. He had dark brown hair that stuck like a bowl around his face; huge, chocolate brown eyes, a mouth that looked just a lttle too big for his face, and he was coloured, unlike everything else. Ryan wondered why them two were seemingly the only colourful things in this place.
Once Brendon had collected himself from fits of giggles, he reached out and took Ryan's hand.
"Come on. I'll show you around." His small voice was full of excitment as he tugged Ryan along the path, bouncing happily.
"Where are we, anyway?" asked Ryan, stealing a sideways glance at the hyperactive bundle.
"Ah, ah, ah. That's for me to know, and you to find out, Ryan Ross." A wide grin took over Brendon's lips and he continued to half-drag Ryan to wherever he ended up first.
"Can I at least know where we're going?"
"Nope!" squealed Brendon. "It's a secret."
Ryan sighed but couldn't help smiling. Just a tiny bit to loosen the nerves and knots in his stomach.
It was only a few moments later that Ryan found himself standing in front of another rusty gate. Brendon tugged him through it and let go of Ryan's hand, bouncing around in a circle to land in no particular spot.
Ryan watched him giggle and spin, laughing too when Brendon landed on his backside on the colourless grass.
"Where are we now?" Ryan asked, walking over to Brendon to help him to his feet. But Brendon was already up and taking hold of Ryan's hand again, jumping up and down in a circle around him. Ryan had no choice but to spin too, the grip on his hand was too determined not to, otherwise Ryan would end up on his ass as well.
"Where ever you want us to be."
"Okay... That didn't make any sense at all."
Brendon rolled his eyes and let go of Ryan's hand. Without warning, Brendon fell backwards, flopping on his back on the soft grass. Ryan watched him lay there, staring up at the little grey and white puffs in the sky.
"We are where ever you want us to be, Ryan. It's not that hard to get." Brendon closed his eyes and rested his hands on his stomach.
That felt like the end of the conversation, and Ryan felt awkward just standing there, so he laid himself down next to the five year old and closed his eyes as well.
Once he opened them again, though, Ryan wasn't where he was a few moments ago.
Everything was bright. Too bright. And there were people looming over him. There were talking but Ryan couldn't make any sense out of the blur of words.
His head hurt, and so did his stomach.
Ryan whimpered. Where was that bouncing ball of hair and brown eyes? Was he still in the black and white garden?
"Ryan?"
Oh.
He groaned to let everyone know that he was awake and not very happy. A dream. Everything had been a dream.
Ryan opened his eyes again and lifted his head, just enough to inspect his surroundings and get a grip of everything that was going on. As soon as he did, though, a million questions flew into his head; all of them dominating each other for answers.
The loudest ones were, why was he in an emergency room with his parents and doctors surrounding him? Why was Ryan in an emergency room to begin with? And if the grey place he dreamt was a dream, then why was a five year old Brendon standing in the doorway, staring at Ryan with big, chocolate brown eyes?
"Brendon?" he whispered, mostly to himself.
A doctor looked towards the doorway where Ryan was staring, then looked back at him.
"There's no one there, Ryan."
Huh.