Through Their Eyes (Greta)
Title: Through Their Eyes
Author: rulistenin14
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
Rating: PG-13 maybe
POV: Greta (I know, I am shocked too)
Summary: Greta is nice and Brendon is sad. If you haven't read Frank this may not make sense.
Disclaimer: I am seeing them in concert 3 times, does that count? No, I didn't think so.
Author's Notes: Ok so I suck, I mean really, I haven't updated in like forever and although I have been busy, I have had time, just no inspiration. But this is dedicated to
luxover for getting me off my arse to write again. Also not sure when this will be updated, I am working on a cruise ship AU (I've never done and AU before). Probably badly edited, I was tired and my eyes kind of stopped working, just let me know and I will fix it. Thanks!
Previous POV's
Spencer
Pete
Jon
William
Frank
A sharp knock on the door roused Greta out of her slumber. She wanted to roll back over and go to sleep but the knocking was too damn persistent. It would figure that on one of her rare days off, someone would be waking her up at the crack of dawn. She rolled over and looked at the clock 4:56 am, not even dawn yet. Greta threw back the covers and slowly made her way to the front door.
"This better be good." She was sure in her sleepy state that it didn’t even sound remotely threatening.
"Sorry Greta, I really am, I just kinda needed a place to stay and you where the first person I thought of."
"Brendon?" And really Greta’s mind still hadn’t woken up and she was really surprised to see Brendon at her front door, as far as she had known he was in Vegas with Ryan.
"Yeah, sorry, I mean I’ll just go." And at that he turned around to leave but Greta was awake enough by now to catch him and haul him into the apartment.
"Brendon, you came all the way here you might as well stay." She had by this time given up on going back to sleep. Brendon nodded and took a seat on her couch; looking more awkward then she had ever seen him look. "So what’s up?"
"Ryan and I, well we sort of broke up." Brendon said it so calmly Greta knew that he must have either already gotten his tears out or was still in denial about the whole thing.
"What! How? Why?" She was shocked, she had seen them together and it was one of the most loving relationships she had ever known.
"We were just fighting all the time, and we wanted different things and, God Greta, I don’t even know." Brendon’s voice was wavering and his eyes looked watery. Greta wouldn’t be able to stand it if he started crying, so she rushed over to him and threw her arms around him.
"So what is going to happen? What about the band?" She was trying to no rush him into talking about it, but at the same time, these boys were some of her best friends and she was worried about all of them.
"I don’t know, I just kinda took off." Brendon looked up at her a little sheepish now.
"Oh Bren, you can’t just take off and not tell anyone, we have to at least let someone know you are ok." He just nodded his assent and handed her his cell phone. She flirted briefly with calling Ryan and demanding to know what the hell happened but settled on calling Jon. After a couple of rings a very groggy voice answers, oh to be wrapped up nice and warm in her bed.
"’llo"
"Jon? Sorry to wake you, but I just wanted to let you know that Brendon is here and safe so when you get a phone call about it, can you just tell the others that he is fine and staying with me for awhile?"
"Sure Greta" She was positive he didn’t grasp most of that information, but hung up anyways.
"Ok, here is what we are going to do, you are going to crash with me for the night and then tomorrow, or rather later today, you can explain to me what exactly happened and we will go from there." Brendon mutely stood up and followed Greta into her room and slipped underneath the covers on the other side of the bed. As soon as Greta crawled into bed, she could feel Brendon moving towards her. Even depressed and heartbroken he was still a natural cuddler. She let him wind himself around her and drifted off to sleep.
Later that morning, she could hear voices coming from the kitchen; voices that distinctly sounded like Pete and Jon. She wasn’t sure when her house had become the meeting place of lost boys, but she resigned herself to this fate and got out of bed. For as much as Greta hated butting in on this boy time, she wasn’t at all opposed to eavesdropping.
"Bren, you know you can’t stay mad at him, you have to look at it from his point of view, he doesn’t have it like you do." That was Jon, ever the reasonable one, who had received a very bitchy phone call from Spencer that morning telling him to bring their lead singer home.
"And this will happen, I mean you guys will have fights, every good relationship does." Pete pointed out.
"First of all," Brendon’s voice sounded horrible, like he had been yelling or crying or probably both, "I don’t know how you can talk about healthy relationships Pete, there isn’t a relationship you have that is healthy, even the one with your dog is way too codependent. And second of all, Ryan not having a family is a shitty excuse for him treating me that way."
"Good morning, does anyone want breakfast." Greta chose this moment to interrupt mainly cause Brendon sounded close to tears again. Jon and Pete got up to help Greta while Brendon just stayed at the table looking miserable. When the doorbell rang, Brendon was the only one that wasn’t covered in various breakfast matter that could answer.
"Oh it’s probably, like William Beckett or something, it’s like a party in here" Greta called after him. When she didn’t hear any noise coming from her living room she wiped off her hands on Pete’s hoodie and went to investigate.
"Bren, who is it?" She stopped in her tracks when she saw Ryan standing in the entry way. Both of them we just looking at each other; neither one wanted to speak. Rather than try to intervene, she just backed out of the room and told the other two not to go into the living room. That didn’t however stop them from getting as close as they could to pick up the conversation.
"Why did you run off, we were worried." Ryan started first, but sounded incredibly uncomfortable.
"I just needed some time to get my thoughts together, and to get away."
"From me? From us?" Ryan asked.
Brendon laughed mirthlessly, "I was under the assumption that there was no ‘us’ anymore."
"Brendon, I didn’t mean for any of that to happen, you know that." Ryan countered quickly.
"What I know, is that you don’t want to be introduced to my parents as my boyfriend, even though they know I am gay, you don’t want to admit to any of your old friends that you and I are dating, and you are absolutely loathe to let our fans know that something is going on, even though they are not blind and have probably been dreaming about it. So tell me Ryan what exactly you didn’t mean to happen." It was remarkable because Brendon didn’t even raise his voice at all, which just meant he was more pissed off than anyone realized.
Ryan had gone completely silent and the tension that settled over the room was stifling.
"I’m scared." Ryan’s barley audible admission almost didn’t make it to the three people still standing outside the living room.
"Of what?"
"Of me finally admitting what we are and it all going to hell. I mean having all of DecayDance know is one thing, but actually introducing me to your parents, it’s scary and more real then I have ever let myself think about." Ryan’s voice was practically down to a whisper.
"So you haven’t thought what we had was real?" Oh no, Brendon had that waver in his voice like he was going to cry, and Greta wasn’t sure that if he started she would be able to stay hidden and not comfort him.
"No, that isn’t what I meant," Ryan immediately rushed over to the other boy, "It’s just, that this is the best relationship I have ever been in and I am just scared that if your parents know, or anyone else, that is going to put too much pressure on us and it will tear us apart."
"But we wouldn’t let that happen." Brendon didn’t sound like he was going to cry anymore. "And really, I’m the best relationship you’ve had?"
"Well yeah, I mean it has been scene queens and girls that cheat on me, so yeah pretty much the best relationship." Ryan replied laughing a little.
"Ok, if you don’t want me to tell my parents that we are in a relationship I won’t right away, but eventually I do, cause if the press finds out about it before my parents, they will disown me. I love you."
There is a moment of silence, which the three in the hall can only assume is the two boys making up, and before it gets any further and Greta has to buy new furniture, she steps into the living room to talk to them.
"Hey Ryan." She tries to go for casual but probably fails miserably.
"Hey Greta, are the others still listening?" Greta feels her face flush, and nods her head as Pete and Jon step into the living room.
"Are you both good now? Epic love story still epic?" Pete can often times be an ass but they both nod.
"Alright, well why don’t you both come stay at my place until you go back to Vegas and get out of Greta’s hair." And wow, Greta loves Jon Walker a lot. Everyone slowly shuffles out of Greta’s house, and after hugging both Brendon and Ryan goodbye she is once again alone in her apartment. Until of course that afternoon when the rest of her band comes over to hang out because they miss her. Just another day in the life of Greta Salpeter.
Author: rulistenin14
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
Rating: PG-13 maybe
POV: Greta (I know, I am shocked too)
Summary: Greta is nice and Brendon is sad. If you haven't read Frank this may not make sense.
Disclaimer: I am seeing them in concert 3 times, does that count? No, I didn't think so.
Author's Notes: Ok so I suck, I mean really, I haven't updated in like forever and although I have been busy, I have had time, just no inspiration. But this is dedicated to
luxover for getting me off my arse to write again. Also not sure when this will be updated, I am working on a cruise ship AU (I've never done and AU before). Probably badly edited, I was tired and my eyes kind of stopped working, just let me know and I will fix it. Thanks!
Previous POV's
Spencer
Pete
Jon
William
Frank
A sharp knock on the door roused Greta out of her slumber. She wanted to roll back over and go to sleep but the knocking was too damn persistent. It would figure that on one of her rare days off, someone would be waking her up at the crack of dawn. She rolled over and looked at the clock 4:56 am, not even dawn yet. Greta threw back the covers and slowly made her way to the front door.
"This better be good." She was sure in her sleepy state that it didn’t even sound remotely threatening.
"Sorry Greta, I really am, I just kinda needed a place to stay and you where the first person I thought of."
"Brendon?" And really Greta’s mind still hadn’t woken up and she was really surprised to see Brendon at her front door, as far as she had known he was in Vegas with Ryan.
"Yeah, sorry, I mean I’ll just go." And at that he turned around to leave but Greta was awake enough by now to catch him and haul him into the apartment.
"Brendon, you came all the way here you might as well stay." She had by this time given up on going back to sleep. Brendon nodded and took a seat on her couch; looking more awkward then she had ever seen him look. "So what’s up?"
"Ryan and I, well we sort of broke up." Brendon said it so calmly Greta knew that he must have either already gotten his tears out or was still in denial about the whole thing.
"What! How? Why?" She was shocked, she had seen them together and it was one of the most loving relationships she had ever known.
"We were just fighting all the time, and we wanted different things and, God Greta, I don’t even know." Brendon’s voice was wavering and his eyes looked watery. Greta wouldn’t be able to stand it if he started crying, so she rushed over to him and threw her arms around him.
"So what is going to happen? What about the band?" She was trying to no rush him into talking about it, but at the same time, these boys were some of her best friends and she was worried about all of them.
"I don’t know, I just kinda took off." Brendon looked up at her a little sheepish now.
"Oh Bren, you can’t just take off and not tell anyone, we have to at least let someone know you are ok." He just nodded his assent and handed her his cell phone. She flirted briefly with calling Ryan and demanding to know what the hell happened but settled on calling Jon. After a couple of rings a very groggy voice answers, oh to be wrapped up nice and warm in her bed.
"’llo"
"Jon? Sorry to wake you, but I just wanted to let you know that Brendon is here and safe so when you get a phone call about it, can you just tell the others that he is fine and staying with me for awhile?"
"Sure Greta" She was positive he didn’t grasp most of that information, but hung up anyways.
"Ok, here is what we are going to do, you are going to crash with me for the night and then tomorrow, or rather later today, you can explain to me what exactly happened and we will go from there." Brendon mutely stood up and followed Greta into her room and slipped underneath the covers on the other side of the bed. As soon as Greta crawled into bed, she could feel Brendon moving towards her. Even depressed and heartbroken he was still a natural cuddler. She let him wind himself around her and drifted off to sleep.
Later that morning, she could hear voices coming from the kitchen; voices that distinctly sounded like Pete and Jon. She wasn’t sure when her house had become the meeting place of lost boys, but she resigned herself to this fate and got out of bed. For as much as Greta hated butting in on this boy time, she wasn’t at all opposed to eavesdropping.
"Bren, you know you can’t stay mad at him, you have to look at it from his point of view, he doesn’t have it like you do." That was Jon, ever the reasonable one, who had received a very bitchy phone call from Spencer that morning telling him to bring their lead singer home.
"And this will happen, I mean you guys will have fights, every good relationship does." Pete pointed out.
"First of all," Brendon’s voice sounded horrible, like he had been yelling or crying or probably both, "I don’t know how you can talk about healthy relationships Pete, there isn’t a relationship you have that is healthy, even the one with your dog is way too codependent. And second of all, Ryan not having a family is a shitty excuse for him treating me that way."
"Good morning, does anyone want breakfast." Greta chose this moment to interrupt mainly cause Brendon sounded close to tears again. Jon and Pete got up to help Greta while Brendon just stayed at the table looking miserable. When the doorbell rang, Brendon was the only one that wasn’t covered in various breakfast matter that could answer.
"Oh it’s probably, like William Beckett or something, it’s like a party in here" Greta called after him. When she didn’t hear any noise coming from her living room she wiped off her hands on Pete’s hoodie and went to investigate.
"Bren, who is it?" She stopped in her tracks when she saw Ryan standing in the entry way. Both of them we just looking at each other; neither one wanted to speak. Rather than try to intervene, she just backed out of the room and told the other two not to go into the living room. That didn’t however stop them from getting as close as they could to pick up the conversation.
"Why did you run off, we were worried." Ryan started first, but sounded incredibly uncomfortable.
"I just needed some time to get my thoughts together, and to get away."
"From me? From us?" Ryan asked.
Brendon laughed mirthlessly, "I was under the assumption that there was no ‘us’ anymore."
"Brendon, I didn’t mean for any of that to happen, you know that." Ryan countered quickly.
"What I know, is that you don’t want to be introduced to my parents as my boyfriend, even though they know I am gay, you don’t want to admit to any of your old friends that you and I are dating, and you are absolutely loathe to let our fans know that something is going on, even though they are not blind and have probably been dreaming about it. So tell me Ryan what exactly you didn’t mean to happen." It was remarkable because Brendon didn’t even raise his voice at all, which just meant he was more pissed off than anyone realized.
Ryan had gone completely silent and the tension that settled over the room was stifling.
"I’m scared." Ryan’s barley audible admission almost didn’t make it to the three people still standing outside the living room.
"Of what?"
"Of me finally admitting what we are and it all going to hell. I mean having all of DecayDance know is one thing, but actually introducing me to your parents, it’s scary and more real then I have ever let myself think about." Ryan’s voice was practically down to a whisper.
"So you haven’t thought what we had was real?" Oh no, Brendon had that waver in his voice like he was going to cry, and Greta wasn’t sure that if he started she would be able to stay hidden and not comfort him.
"No, that isn’t what I meant," Ryan immediately rushed over to the other boy, "It’s just, that this is the best relationship I have ever been in and I am just scared that if your parents know, or anyone else, that is going to put too much pressure on us and it will tear us apart."
"But we wouldn’t let that happen." Brendon didn’t sound like he was going to cry anymore. "And really, I’m the best relationship you’ve had?"
"Well yeah, I mean it has been scene queens and girls that cheat on me, so yeah pretty much the best relationship." Ryan replied laughing a little.
"Ok, if you don’t want me to tell my parents that we are in a relationship I won’t right away, but eventually I do, cause if the press finds out about it before my parents, they will disown me. I love you."
There is a moment of silence, which the three in the hall can only assume is the two boys making up, and before it gets any further and Greta has to buy new furniture, she steps into the living room to talk to them.
"Hey Ryan." She tries to go for casual but probably fails miserably.
"Hey Greta, are the others still listening?" Greta feels her face flush, and nods her head as Pete and Jon step into the living room.
"Are you both good now? Epic love story still epic?" Pete can often times be an ass but they both nod.
"Alright, well why don’t you both come stay at my place until you go back to Vegas and get out of Greta’s hair." And wow, Greta loves Jon Walker a lot. Everyone slowly shuffles out of Greta’s house, and after hugging both Brendon and Ryan goodbye she is once again alone in her apartment. Until of course that afternoon when the rest of her band comes over to hang out because they miss her. Just another day in the life of Greta Salpeter.