I'm A Scar Away From Falling Apart (20)
Title: I’m A Scar Away From Falling Apart (20)
Author: longerthanwedo
Beta: melody_so_sweet <3
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Rydon
POV: 1st, Ryan’s
Summary: Brendon obviously wonders the same thing, and he decides to drive her a little crazier. He leans forward, hooking his chin over my shoulder, face turned in towards my neck and his breath hot on my skin.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, but the beginning of this plot is based off of a true story. Title belongs to Fall Out Boy.
Author’s Notes: Not much of a comment on this one except; chapter 20 whoooo! Comments are always loved!
Prologue I Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14 I Chapter 15 I Chapter 16 I Chapter 17 I Chapter 18 I Chapter 19
Brendon’s eyes are rapt, fixed to the screen. He picked the movie, said he didn’t want to pay attention, but his mouth is open and he’s so focused that I don’t think he even notices that I’m here.
I’ve seen this movie countless times; I know it almost by heart, so instead I let my eyes stray to the boy next to me. I let my mind wander and watch his eyelashes blink when the scene changes. I examine the way he leans forward with his hands on his knees when the plot intensifies and the way his eyes widen and his fingers clench when there’s a scary moment.
I watch his face as the credits begin to scroll down the screen and I’m still staring when he turns his attention back to me. Our eyes lock and I feel my face heat up but I can’t look away; there’s something in his eyes that just holds me there. I don’t try to fight it. His eyes are warm and brown and I think I could stare into them all day, no exaggeration. I might just; we’re both perfectly comfortable like this, ankles and legs intertwined, sitting close together.
There’s a knock at the door.
Brendon’s eyes snap away and he looks to the door. “I’ll get it,” he says, and stands up. He runs a hand through his hair as he walks and his sweat pants are slung low on his hips. My gaze stays on him until he turns the corner. I miss his eyes.
I get up as well, tugging my too-small t-shirt down and padding barefoot down the hall.
I can hear raised voices. One of them is Brendon’s, clearly, and the other is female and eerily-
“No, I will not fucking leave, I want to talk to Ryan!”
Familiar. Shit.
“Well he doesn’t want to talk to you! Now get the fuck out.” I can see Brendon now and he’s gesturing angrily as she stands in the door. My ex girlfriend and my current boyfriend.
“I think Ryan’s the one who should decide that. It’s his house, who the hell do you think you are, telling me to leave?”
“I live here, too.” Brendon’s hands are on his hips, defiant, like he’s daring her to make a comeback.
She doesn’t say anything. Much as she was jealous of Brendon’s being in my hospital room, I don’t think she ever really suspected the truth about our relationship.
This is when she spots me. “Ryan!” she calls. I’m tempted to scurry back into the living room. “Ryan, tell him to let me in!”
I sigh, resigning myself, and walk closer. “Brendon, it’s okay. She just wants to talk.” I put my hand on Brendon’s shoulder and he backs up a little to let her in, grumbling to himself. She smirks at him maliciously as she passes through the door. Just wants to talk. Yeah, right.
She’s been to my house countless times before, and she breezes past us on her high heels and settles herself on my couch. I sit down, too, only a few inches from the opposite arm. Brendon stands in between us, looking from her to me and back again before he sighs once more and squeezes himself in between me and the armrest of the couch. He’s pressed up against my back and I really don’t need that distraction right now but again I can’t make myself move away.
She glances over my shoulder at Brendon. “Can’t we talk in private?”
Brendon scoffs and I shake my head. He’s so warm against me.
She huffs and turns her eyes back to me. “I miss you, Ry.” Her voice changes tone completely and now she’s simpering in that sickly-sweet voice that I never could stand. She lowers her eyelashes and swallows noticeably. I wonder if she really thinks I can’t see through her act.
Brendon obviously wonders the same thing, and he decides to drive her a little crazier. He leans forward, hooking his chin over my shoulder, face turned in towards my neck and his breath hot on my skin.
I gulp and try to focus back on my ex even though, at that moment (or any moment), I really, really don’t want to.
She pretends not to notice and keeps up her façade. “I miss you so much, baby. We were great together.” She pouts. “Come back to me?”
Brendon’s lips are on my neck, moving slowly and softly, his hand rubbing circles into my lower back. I lose myself to the sensation for a moment before she clears her throat and I see her glaring at Brendon. He’s got his eyes closed and doesn’t notice.
She catches my eye again and attempts to distract me. “Ryan,” she whines. “Ry, baby, I’m lonely.” It sounds so much better when Brendon calls me baby. I feel him mouth the word into the skin below my ear.
I find myself wondering how she possibly thinks I’d still choose her over Brendon. She has eyes, doesn’t she?
And, yes, she does, because she’s using them to burn holes in Brendon’s face. Brendon, whose tongue is now dragging over the sensitive skin of my throat as he kisses and licks all over it.
He’s torturing her and I almost feel sorry for a second, until Brendon slides his fingers just below the waist of my pants and sucks on a spot just below my jaw. Yeah, definitely no sorry feelings here anymore.
She’s not giving up, though. “I still don’t see how you could choose him over me,” she hisses as though Brendon wasn’t in the room. “You know it’s all his fault. It’s his fault you’re like this.” She gestures to my leg which is still wrapped in bandages. “His fault you can’t skate, you’re forced to stop doing what you love. You’re probably miserable.”
I swallow and try my best not to look sad and Brendon kisses my cheek.
“You are. You’re miserable and you probably only keep him around because he makes you feel so good you forget that it’s all. His. Fault.”
Brendon’s mouth on my face stills and I know he’s probably wondering if she’s right. I lean back into his warmth to let him know that that’s not true. I turn my face to his and try to convey all of my feelings through my eyes since they’re not feelings I can vocalize in front of her. Brendon seems to get it, though, and he kisses the corner of my mouth.
I look back at the girl and she has a disgusted expression on her face. I think she can tell she’s not going to win. I decide to help her reach that conclusion faster.
“I’m not coming back. I left you for a reason and the reasons haven’t changed. I’m perfectly happy, and I love Brendon. That’s it.” I make my voice as strong as possible.
It seems she has nothing else to say. She stands up and so do Brendon and I. she opens her mouth, shuts it again, then turns and flounces towards the door. I follow and Brendon trails behind me, arm around my waist and body pressed against mine.
She turns to me before she walks out and says, “You’re making a big mistake.”
She looks at me, giving me one last chance to change my mind and when all I do is stare back she steps outside.
Before the door even swings shut, Brendon turns and catches my mouth with his, kissing me passionately. I smile against his lips and pull away slightly. “You’re evil,” I tell him, but I’m still grinning.
“You love it,” he answers with a mischievous smirk.
I just kiss him again.