Poison {TABLE 22}
Summary: AU; Ryan doing something stupid and making sad!Brendon { table.}
Disclaimer: Only owned in Katyland & I lost the key to get in.
Alex is singing his own rendition of the Friends theme song. Loudly. And letting everyone else laugh at him. Brendon joined in a moment later.
"What did I get myself into?" Ryan asks jokingly. The voice in Ryan's head told him Brendon wasn't listening. He's been with Brendon for as long as he remembers but, apparently, there's a lot he doesn't know about him. Then, Alex began The Brady Bunch theme song, a show Ryan particularly hates and thought Brendon hated too. That was, until Brendon began singing too.
"I'm leaving you," Ryan deadpanned with laughter in his voice. He'd only been joking. Alex didn't stop but Brendon did. He regarded Ryan blankly. He gave a few quick blinks and left the hotel room quickly. The voice told him Brendon was messing with him. He shook it off and rejoined the conversation with Spencer and Alex.
"Hey, Greenwald, how's the band going?" Spencer asked.
"Man, fuck off. You know we're breaking- or taking a break . . whatever." Okay, so maybe everyone has had a little bit to drink. Ryan rolled his eyes and reached for a bottle of whiskey.
"Hey, guys," Jon walked in and fell into the chair across from me. A mumbled chorus of greeting were his reply. Ryan tipped the bottle to his lips only to find it was empty. He tossed it to the carpeted floor, glad it didn't break. The voice told him to get another.
"Jon," Alex said his name slow. He . . . was clearly stoned. Spencer wasn't. Ryan was. A little bit.
"Where's Brendon?" Jon asked the air.
"Ryan said he was leaving him and he left," Alex frowned at his words.
"I was kidding," Ryan groaned. Jon's face had gone serious.
"Ry, you can't joke about things like that with Brendon. He's not as calloused as you guys are," Jon spoke firmly and the concern in his voice made Ryan feel guilty. The voice told him not to be, that Brendon was fine.
"I guess- I should go talk to him, then. Huh?" Ryan replaced the now empty bottle to the table.
"Yea, maybe you should," Alex frowned. Ryan ruffled the older boys hair and headed for the door Brendon had left by. He crept into the adjacent, dark hotel room carefully. He could see the quivering, heap on the bed that was Brendon and hear the muffled sniffles. The voice in his head told him to leave; Brendon didn't know he was here yet.
"Brendon?" Brendon turned over in the bed, so he wasn't facing the other way. Ryan felt his heart wrench; maybe he should of listened to the voice. Brendon never turned away from him. He rushed to the bed quickly and climbed onto the bed beside Brendon. He didn't touch him though. He thinks if he'd touched Brendon that Brendon would pull away and he'd feel worse. Maybe that's selfish but he doesn't touch Brendon still. "Bren?" The younger boy didn't stir but hummed softly. He was listening. "I- I'm sorry, Bren. I didn't mean it. I was only joking, sweet heart. You know me. It's what I do. I make stupid jokes and they suck . . . clearly." Brendon squirmed a bit and, as a result, edged closer to Brendon. Ryan still didn't touch him.
"It's all poison," Brendon choked out.
"Oh, Brenny Bear," Ryan cooed, pulling Brendon into his lap and wrapping his arms around the boys waist tightly. "I'll quit. I swear, I will. I'm going to stop and just spend all my time with you-"
"Making your stupid, bad jokes?" Brendon sound frail and childish but Ryan loved it.
"Yea, making my stupid, bad jokes." Ryan smiled into Brendon's hair as Brendon slid his arms around Ryan's waist.
"Don't ever listen to that voice, okay?" Ryan was glad Brendon knew. He didn't know how he knew but he was glad he did.
"I won't," Ryan promised, pressing a gentle kiss to Brendon's temple.
Disclaimer: Only owned in Katyland & I lost the key to get in.
Alex is singing his own rendition of the Friends theme song. Loudly. And letting everyone else laugh at him. Brendon joined in a moment later.
"What did I get myself into?" Ryan asks jokingly. The voice in Ryan's head told him Brendon wasn't listening. He's been with Brendon for as long as he remembers but, apparently, there's a lot he doesn't know about him. Then, Alex began The Brady Bunch theme song, a show Ryan particularly hates and thought Brendon hated too. That was, until Brendon began singing too.
"I'm leaving you," Ryan deadpanned with laughter in his voice. He'd only been joking. Alex didn't stop but Brendon did. He regarded Ryan blankly. He gave a few quick blinks and left the hotel room quickly. The voice told him Brendon was messing with him. He shook it off and rejoined the conversation with Spencer and Alex.
"Hey, Greenwald, how's the band going?" Spencer asked.
"Man, fuck off. You know we're breaking- or taking a break . . whatever." Okay, so maybe everyone has had a little bit to drink. Ryan rolled his eyes and reached for a bottle of whiskey.
"Hey, guys," Jon walked in and fell into the chair across from me. A mumbled chorus of greeting were his reply. Ryan tipped the bottle to his lips only to find it was empty. He tossed it to the carpeted floor, glad it didn't break. The voice told him to get another.
"Jon," Alex said his name slow. He . . . was clearly stoned. Spencer wasn't. Ryan was. A little bit.
"Where's Brendon?" Jon asked the air.
"Ryan said he was leaving him and he left," Alex frowned at his words.
"I was kidding," Ryan groaned. Jon's face had gone serious.
"Ry, you can't joke about things like that with Brendon. He's not as calloused as you guys are," Jon spoke firmly and the concern in his voice made Ryan feel guilty. The voice told him not to be, that Brendon was fine.
"I guess- I should go talk to him, then. Huh?" Ryan replaced the now empty bottle to the table.
"Yea, maybe you should," Alex frowned. Ryan ruffled the older boys hair and headed for the door Brendon had left by. He crept into the adjacent, dark hotel room carefully. He could see the quivering, heap on the bed that was Brendon and hear the muffled sniffles. The voice in his head told him to leave; Brendon didn't know he was here yet.
"Brendon?" Brendon turned over in the bed, so he wasn't facing the other way. Ryan felt his heart wrench; maybe he should of listened to the voice. Brendon never turned away from him. He rushed to the bed quickly and climbed onto the bed beside Brendon. He didn't touch him though. He thinks if he'd touched Brendon that Brendon would pull away and he'd feel worse. Maybe that's selfish but he doesn't touch Brendon still. "Bren?" The younger boy didn't stir but hummed softly. He was listening. "I- I'm sorry, Bren. I didn't mean it. I was only joking, sweet heart. You know me. It's what I do. I make stupid jokes and they suck . . . clearly." Brendon squirmed a bit and, as a result, edged closer to Brendon. Ryan still didn't touch him.
"It's all poison," Brendon choked out.
"Oh, Brenny Bear," Ryan cooed, pulling Brendon into his lap and wrapping his arms around the boys waist tightly. "I'll quit. I swear, I will. I'm going to stop and just spend all my time with you-"
"Making your stupid, bad jokes?" Brendon sound frail and childish but Ryan loved it.
"Yea, making my stupid, bad jokes." Ryan smiled into Brendon's hair as Brendon slid his arms around Ryan's waist.
"Don't ever listen to that voice, okay?" Ryan was glad Brendon knew. He didn't know how he knew but he was glad he did.
"I won't," Ryan promised, pressing a gentle kiss to Brendon's temple.