I'm The King Of The Castle, And You're The Dirty Crudmuffin (SA)
Title:I'm The King Of The Castle, And You're The Dirty Crudmuffin
Author: hooray4irony
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: It woud be weird to put up a pairing, so there isn't really one. But you could search out snippets of Ryden and use your imagination to piece them together and make your own, if you are truly that strange.
POV: Third.
Summary:Ryan and Spencer had built a castle, but some dork already owns it.
Disclaimer: DO. NOT. OWN.
Beta: xojemmaxo (even though this is un-beta'd at the moment, it will be soon. Bit Jemma is too lazy to beta it now, so this will have to do. :P
Author Notes: Just something to unblock my brain of all the crap and shit.
Ryan and Spencer had built a castle.
It was big, awesome and was high up in the tallest tree in the middle of the woods that clashed with the small town a few miles away.
It had taken the two boys all day of hauling bits and pieces they had found lying around to create their kingdom. Okay, they hadn't built it from scratch because that would be way too hard for the six and a half year old boys. They had restored it from it's once old, boring self into something they thought was just the best thing in the world. It had once been a treehouse, but now it was a castle. Besides, it's not like anybody wanted it, anyway.
After all the hard work put in, Ryan and his bestest friend in the whole world, Spencer (or Spin, as he so affectionately calls him), sat inside their kingdom drinking the juice boxes they had brought. Hey, it was tough work and they thought they had deserved it.
In the middle of a debate between the two boys about which flavoured juice box was better (grape or apple), they heard the sound of small footsteps crunching through the dead leaves in their forest.
Spencer and Ryan instantly went into guard mode. It was like one of the games they had played earlier on, where one of them would be the king and the other would have to protect him and the castle from evil mosters that lurked behind the trees, ready to pounce and rip out their throats and take over their kingdom.
They peeked over the side of the tower, staring down at the monster below. Only, it wasn't a monster. All they saw was the top of a black, messy head and the toes of a pair of red converses.
Ryan forced Spencer to call out to the boy.
"Who are you, and what are you doing near out castle?" Spencer asked, blue eyes narrow and piercing.
The boy looked up. He was wearing big black glasses, Ryan noticed.
He sighed, saying, "It's just a dork, Spin."
Then they boy started to speak. Loudly (but a bit too loudly), so they could hear him.
"It's not your castle, it's my treehouse." And with that, the boy stamped him foot.
Ryan glared down at him. If this dork wasn't careful, then he might just earn himself a mega wedgie. Ryan was famous for giving those to nerds at his school.
"It's not yours, dork. It's ours because we built it. Now go away," Ryan shouted down at him. Spencer nodded in agreement.
The boy stamped his foot again.
"My names not dork, butt-head. It's Brendon, and I want my treehouse back. My dad built it for me a while ago, but then he stopped, but now I want to finish it."
"No," Ryan and Spencer said at the same time.
Brendon now stamped his foot several times.
"Then i'm coming up to get it back!" Brendon started for the ladder.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Spencer shouted down. "We will hurt you Brendon. There's two of us and one of you. And we're six and a half years old. What are you, four?" Spencer and Ryan snickered.
They heard Brendon huff. "No! I'm six, idiots!"
Ryn faked gasped, saying, "You kiss your mother with that mouth?! Really, Brend-"
"I don't kiss my mom, you crudmuffin!"
Ryan smirked. "What, doesn't she love you, or something?"
Spencer started laughing.
"No- I mean, yes! She loves me-"
"Then why don't you kiss her?" Even from up here, they could see Brendon's cheeks turn red. "Do you have some sort of disease, dork-"
"She's dead, you- you..." Brendon pulled at his hair as he struggled for another insult. "You idiot!"
The smirk fell from both Spencer's and Ryan's faces.
They glanced at each other before reading each other's thoughts and climbing down the ladder to where Brendon pull at his hair as he stared at his shoes whilst shuffling from one foot to the other.
Ryan and Spencer stood in front of him, also staring at the ground. Ryan felt ashamed. A dead parent was never good. His dad died a long time ago, but it still hurt sometimes.
"I..." Ryan sighed. "I'm sorry, Brendon."
Brendon didn't stop pulling at his hair as he muttered a 'that's okay'.
Ryan sighed again as he stepped forward and removed Brendon's hands from his hair. He really didn't mean to hold onto them for so long, but he was distracted. Tears had started to fall down Brendon's cheeks out of his big, chocolate brown eyes behind the dorky black glasses that covered half of the six year olds face.
"No, it's not okay. I shouldn't have said those things. I'm really sorry." Sure, Ryan can be annoying and mean at times, but he can also be kind and mature, too.
Brendon sniffled slightly.
"It's okay. Really."
Spencer tapped on Ryan's shoulder and the two boys went deep into discussion. Brendon just stood there awkwardly, wiping his nose and his eyes with the back of his sleeve. It was dirty anyway.
Once they had finished their meeting, Ryan went up to Brendon and offered the treehouse back to him.
"It's your and your only. We didn't mean to take it from you."
Brendon thought for a moment, but shook his head.
"We could share it if you like? I'd get all lonely up there by myself."
Ryan and Spencer beamed.
"Really?" Spencer exclaimed.
Brendon nodded and smiled.
Ryan and Spence bounced with excitment.
"Hey, how about we play that kingdom game that we played before, Ry? Brendon, you can be the king if you want?"
Brendon's mouth split into a wide grin and he giggled a bit. "Really? Oh my god, this is so cool!"
And with that, Ryan and Spencer followed Brendon up into their castle as Brendon suggested excitedly about new games thay could play afterwards. He had some pretty good ones, too, and Ryan was beginning to think that Brendon wasn't that dorky, in the first place.
Author: hooray4irony
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: It woud be weird to put up a pairing, so there isn't really one. But you could search out snippets of Ryden and use your imagination to piece them together and make your own, if you are truly that strange.
POV: Third.
Summary:Ryan and Spencer had built a castle, but some dork already owns it.
Disclaimer: DO. NOT. OWN.
Beta: xojemmaxo (even though this is un-beta'd at the moment, it will be soon. Bit Jemma is too lazy to beta it now, so this will have to do. :P
Author Notes: Just something to unblock my brain of all the crap and shit.
Ryan and Spencer had built a castle.
It was big, awesome and was high up in the tallest tree in the middle of the woods that clashed with the small town a few miles away.
It had taken the two boys all day of hauling bits and pieces they had found lying around to create their kingdom. Okay, they hadn't built it from scratch because that would be way too hard for the six and a half year old boys. They had restored it from it's once old, boring self into something they thought was just the best thing in the world. It had once been a treehouse, but now it was a castle. Besides, it's not like anybody wanted it, anyway.
After all the hard work put in, Ryan and his bestest friend in the whole world, Spencer (or Spin, as he so affectionately calls him), sat inside their kingdom drinking the juice boxes they had brought. Hey, it was tough work and they thought they had deserved it.
In the middle of a debate between the two boys about which flavoured juice box was better (grape or apple), they heard the sound of small footsteps crunching through the dead leaves in their forest.
Spencer and Ryan instantly went into guard mode. It was like one of the games they had played earlier on, where one of them would be the king and the other would have to protect him and the castle from evil mosters that lurked behind the trees, ready to pounce and rip out their throats and take over their kingdom.
They peeked over the side of the tower, staring down at the monster below. Only, it wasn't a monster. All they saw was the top of a black, messy head and the toes of a pair of red converses.
Ryan forced Spencer to call out to the boy.
"Who are you, and what are you doing near out castle?" Spencer asked, blue eyes narrow and piercing.
The boy looked up. He was wearing big black glasses, Ryan noticed.
He sighed, saying, "It's just a dork, Spin."
Then they boy started to speak. Loudly (but a bit too loudly), so they could hear him.
"It's not your castle, it's my treehouse." And with that, the boy stamped him foot.
Ryan glared down at him. If this dork wasn't careful, then he might just earn himself a mega wedgie. Ryan was famous for giving those to nerds at his school.
"It's not yours, dork. It's ours because we built it. Now go away," Ryan shouted down at him. Spencer nodded in agreement.
The boy stamped his foot again.
"My names not dork, butt-head. It's Brendon, and I want my treehouse back. My dad built it for me a while ago, but then he stopped, but now I want to finish it."
"No," Ryan and Spencer said at the same time.
Brendon now stamped his foot several times.
"Then i'm coming up to get it back!" Brendon started for the ladder.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Spencer shouted down. "We will hurt you Brendon. There's two of us and one of you. And we're six and a half years old. What are you, four?" Spencer and Ryan snickered.
They heard Brendon huff. "No! I'm six, idiots!"
Ryn faked gasped, saying, "You kiss your mother with that mouth?! Really, Brend-"
"I don't kiss my mom, you crudmuffin!"
Ryan smirked. "What, doesn't she love you, or something?"
Spencer started laughing.
"No- I mean, yes! She loves me-"
"Then why don't you kiss her?" Even from up here, they could see Brendon's cheeks turn red. "Do you have some sort of disease, dork-"
"She's dead, you- you..." Brendon pulled at his hair as he struggled for another insult. "You idiot!"
The smirk fell from both Spencer's and Ryan's faces.
They glanced at each other before reading each other's thoughts and climbing down the ladder to where Brendon pull at his hair as he stared at his shoes whilst shuffling from one foot to the other.
Ryan and Spencer stood in front of him, also staring at the ground. Ryan felt ashamed. A dead parent was never good. His dad died a long time ago, but it still hurt sometimes.
"I..." Ryan sighed. "I'm sorry, Brendon."
Brendon didn't stop pulling at his hair as he muttered a 'that's okay'.
Ryan sighed again as he stepped forward and removed Brendon's hands from his hair. He really didn't mean to hold onto them for so long, but he was distracted. Tears had started to fall down Brendon's cheeks out of his big, chocolate brown eyes behind the dorky black glasses that covered half of the six year olds face.
"No, it's not okay. I shouldn't have said those things. I'm really sorry." Sure, Ryan can be annoying and mean at times, but he can also be kind and mature, too.
Brendon sniffled slightly.
"It's okay. Really."
Spencer tapped on Ryan's shoulder and the two boys went deep into discussion. Brendon just stood there awkwardly, wiping his nose and his eyes with the back of his sleeve. It was dirty anyway.
Once they had finished their meeting, Ryan went up to Brendon and offered the treehouse back to him.
"It's your and your only. We didn't mean to take it from you."
Brendon thought for a moment, but shook his head.
"We could share it if you like? I'd get all lonely up there by myself."
Ryan and Spencer beamed.
"Really?" Spencer exclaimed.
Brendon nodded and smiled.
Ryan and Spence bounced with excitment.
"Hey, how about we play that kingdom game that we played before, Ry? Brendon, you can be the king if you want?"
Brendon's mouth split into a wide grin and he giggled a bit. "Really? Oh my god, this is so cool!"
And with that, Ryan and Spencer followed Brendon up into their castle as Brendon suggested excitedly about new games thay could play afterwards. He had some pretty good ones, too, and Ryan was beginning to think that Brendon wasn't that dorky, in the first place.