He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not. [StandAlone]
Title: He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not. [StandAlone]
Author: scarletsuicidex
Rating: PG - 15 (Fluff)
Pairing: Ryan Ross /Brendon Urie (Ryden)
POV: Third
Summary: One hot summers day…
Disclaimer: Fan Fiction, therefore it’s not true.
Dedications: For Ash, as she was the one who gave me the confidence to actually post something here <3 and my friend Bekki who came with me on my jolly little stroll today, while I did my research ;)
Author Notes: This is the first piece that I’ve ever posted on livejournal, so comments, opinions and criticism are loved <3 I’d especially love some comments on my description of the setting, although it is rather short. I got real writers block and all I kept doing was repeating myself, so I went out with my friend on this hot summers day and did some research. I think it helped. I’d just like to know what you think. Oh and thanks for reading! - SS x
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It was midday, and the sun was at its highest point, blazing away to itself in the cloudless sky. The heat was almost suffocating, the hot rays beating down onto the slender figure below.
It was the beginning of August, and the beginning of summer vacation for most.
Ryan was lying on his back, on top of a grassy hill, only metres away from the service station that the bus had stopped at so the guys could stretch their legs. He was sun bathing, his dark skin tight jeans attracting the heat. Ryan felt so lazy under the rays of the summer sun that he decided to close his eyes for a while, letting the heat engulf his whole body.
He was lying there, peacefully, until the sunlight dancing across his closed lids ceased. He opened his eyes quickly, blinking and squinting to see the dark outline of a figure walking towards him. Sitting up, Ryan cupped a hand over his eyes and squinted at the figure. His vision now clearer, he instantly recognized the outline as none other than Brendon moving towards him, up and along the hill, carrying something in his hands with the utmost of care.
Arriving at a steady pace, Brendon sat down next to Ryan, opening his hands and displaying what he’d carried all this way. Lying across his palms was a small, rather fragile looking, weed. But even for a weed it looked beautiful. Each petal in tact not one was bent, missing or been a victim of the some bugs attack. It was perfect … for a daisy.
“Bren…” Ryan basically whispered, “Can I ask why exactly you brought that daisy all the way over here when there are thousands of them all around us?” he questioned, spreading his arms wide gesturing to the grassy, daisy-dotted, hill around them.
“Because this one’s perfect” Brendon smiled to himself looking down into his hands.
“Yeah but so are these” said Ryan, leaning to his right, tugging the nearest daisy for the ground. “See…”, he said wiggling the weed in front of Brendon’s face so that he could inspect it, “…not a mark”.
Brendon just shook his head and picked you his daisy, holding the stem tightly between the thumb and index finger of his right hand. “Yeah I agree, but this one’s perfect for a different reason” Brendon held up the daisy so it was just high enough to catch the sunlight.
“But why?” Ryan replied, dropping his own daisy, a smile beginning to emerge on his lips, just by watching the cuteness of Brendon as he cared for his weed.
“You’ll see.” Brendon smiled back as Ryan moved closer to the younger boy, wrapping one of his arms around Brendon’s waist and resting his head on his shoulder, focusing his attention on the daisy between Brendon’s fingers.
Snuggling more into Ryan’s grip, Brendon began to pull away the daisy’s petals, one by one, mouthing three words each time he did so.
Ryan could not quite hear what the singer was saying so he edged in even closer to Brendon until he could hear the barely even whisper of the boys voice.
“He loves me … He loves me not …”
A small girlish giggle escaped from Ryan’s lips as he whispered into Brendon’s ear, “I could tell you the answer to that already.” But undistracted by the comment, Brendon continued.
The number of petals left on the daisy’s head became less and less, with both boys watching intently, both interested to know the outcome of this little juvenile pastime. I mean both knew the truth, the pair had been dating for nearly 3 months now, but just something about this game filled them with childish excitement.
Finally, Brendon reached the last petal, plucking it from the daisy’s withered head, without speaking a word. He turned to face Ryan, who was staring back at him, a wide, bright eyed, smile on his face. He already knew the answer before Brendon even spoke.
Brendon leaned in close to Ryan’s face, their lips only inches apart.
“He loves me.” Brendon breathed, sending shivers down Ryan’s spine. Noticing this Brendon closed the gap between the pair and pressed his lips against Ryan’s, pushing him backwards until Ryan was lying on his back again.
The pair continued to kiss passionately for a while, until the need to breath became too great. Ryan broke away, his chest rising and falling quite rapidly. He looked up to Brendon who had some how in the moment managed to straddle him, pinning Ryan to the warm grass.
“I love you too” Ryan grinned.
Carefully, Brendon climbed off of Ryan and lay down next to him, resting his head on Ryan’s chest, listening intently to Ryan’s heartbeat. Ryan smiled once again letting the lazy summer afternoon take control and his eyes slowly sliding shut. He didn’t even notice Brendon lift his head, so that he was level with the guitarist’s ear, until he felt Brendon’s breathe on his neck.
“See, I told you it was perfect.”