Drabble
Okay, guys, I tried! I really did! (I’ve erased 3 fics already!) But fuck, Ryden doesn’t come easily for me anymore. This is all I have. A Drabble.
Take my insignificant offering, internet gods, and bring me more evidence of Epic Love to kick start my otp-writing!
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Brendon doesn’t know how it happened, doesn’t know how a chance meeting at a Hooters on a Thursday night led to what happened, but it did.
He can’t remember much about the actual dinner itself except for the fact that it was awkward. Almost too awkward to stand until the drinks blurred the edges of awkwardness into familiarity. Into that something that always existed between Ryan and him.
Now, it’s the way that the morning sun is peaking through the blinds of his bedroom that is blurring in Brendon’s mind. He groans, wishing that he had a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers on his bedside table, and when he turns over, he sees his comforter kicked into a pile, lying on the floor.
Ryan always did steal the covers.
And he was always chicken shit, too, running away from any situation that turned out differently than he had planned.
It’s all right, though, Brendon hadn’t expected Ryan to be there when he woke up, anyway.
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Take my insignificant offering, internet gods, and bring me more evidence of Epic Love to kick start my otp-writing!
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Brendon doesn’t know how it happened, doesn’t know how a chance meeting at a Hooters on a Thursday night led to what happened, but it did.
He can’t remember much about the actual dinner itself except for the fact that it was awkward. Almost too awkward to stand until the drinks blurred the edges of awkwardness into familiarity. Into that something that always existed between Ryan and him.
Now, it’s the way that the morning sun is peaking through the blinds of his bedroom that is blurring in Brendon’s mind. He groans, wishing that he had a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers on his bedside table, and when he turns over, he sees his comforter kicked into a pile, lying on the floor.
Ryan always did steal the covers.
And he was always chicken shit, too, running away from any situation that turned out differently than he had planned.
It’s all right, though, Brendon hadn’t expected Ryan to be there when he woke up, anyway.
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