Drop A Heart (9/28)
Title: Drop A Heart
Author: thefabrosevest (me)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
POV: 3rd
Summary: Kid!Fic
Four years after Brendon first met Ryan, everything seems to be perfect, but then there’s a promise Ryan can’t break.
Disclaimer: Fake!
Author’s Notes: This is the sequel to Crush Me Like A Flower. I always wanted to write a Kid!Fic like that. So here it is. I just hope you like it :)
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Brendon’s POV
By the time I park the car in front of the apartment complex, Sam is covered in sticky ice cream.
I sigh and get him out of the car to set him down on the ground. He starts to pout and raises his arms towards me.
“I’m not going to carry you while you’re covered in this.” I laugh.
He stares at me for a while longer and then runs off towards Ryan.
“You have a better chance with Brendon. I don’t want ice cream near my clothes.” He says.
“Oh god, stop acting like a girl.” I tease and kiss him on the nose.
He rolls his eyes but giggles.
We make our way inside and climb the few steps (this may sound evil, but it’s cute how Sam kind of jumps from one step to step). When we arrive at our door, I open it and Ryan grabs Sam’s hand to pull him inside and along the hall.
“Ew, your hand is all sticky. Ew!” he yells and I just hear Sam giggle.
I smile to myself and close the door. Then I just stand there and observe the hall. Sam’s tiny shoes are lying around and I crouch down to put them away so no one stumbles over them.
When I hear another giggle I start to walk along the hall to stop in the kitchen door.
Sam is sitting on one of the chairs and Ryan is crouching in front if him with a cloth in his hand. He tries to rub the sticky ice cream off the kid’s face and is licking over his lower lip in concentration while doing it.
This is probably the cutest picture ever.
I let out a laugh and Ryan turns his head to look at me. Sam laughs and leans forward to place a wet kiss on Ryan’s cheek.
“Ew! Now there’s sticky stuff on my face too.” He yells and gets up to wash his face.
“Oh come on. He kissed you on the cheek. That’s cute.” I laugh.
He rolls his eyes with a smile and leans against the counter.
“Anyway, you won’t get it off with water.” I say and walk over to get a tissue before I kneel down in front of Sam.
I raise the tissue towards my lips and lick it and then I rub at the kid’s cheek with it.
“No! That’s ew!” Sam squeaks and tries to push me away but I don’t let go.
Suddenly the phone starts to ring and Ryan laughs at us one last time before he leaves the room to get it.
I keep rubbing at Sam’s cheek till it’s clean again.
“So, now you’re allowed to touch us again.” I say and Sam pokes his tongue out at me.
I get up and Sam jumps off the chair.
“I want to play ghost again!” he yells and runs out of the room just when Ryan walks in.
When I see his expression my smile fades. He looks at me with sadness and fear while he is still clutching the phone.
“What’s wrong?” I ask and as a response he holds the phone out for me to take.
I stare at it for a moment before I take it and lift it to my ear.
“Hello?” I ask.
“Hello Brendon”
I know that voice. The last time I heard it was four years ago.
“Mom?”
There’s shuffling on the other side.
“Why are you calling?” I ask carefully.
“I already told your bastard boyfriend the reason for my call.” She hisses.
“Mom …” I start menacingly but she cuts me off.
“No, don’t start this again. I’m not calling in a try to convince you again. I already tried.”
“What is it then?”
She sighs and then I hear something that sounds like a sob.
“Mom?”
“Your father died, Brendon.”
I tense up at that.
Did she just say what I think she said?
“W-what?”
“He died yesterday.”
I look around frantically and cover my mouth with my hands. The phone falls to the floor.
I didn’t know that someone could feel so many things at a time.
Sadness, confusion, panic, disbelief, frustration.
Ryan grabs the phone and tells my mother something before he hangs up and puts it away. When he’s in front of me again I see that his eyes are red as well.
“I’m so sorry, Bren.” He sobs.
I nod and bite my lip.
Then I reach out to press Ryan against me. He wraps his arms around my middle and keeps whispering ‘I love you’ and ‘I’m sorry’.
I bury my face in his hair and just cry.
After what feels like half an hour, I let go and take a step back. I’m still crying silently and Ryan reaches out to caress my cheek.
“Hey, at least he loved you.” He says with a sad smile.
“He didn’t. He threw me out of his house. I don’t even know why I’m crying over it.” I choke out and wipe my tears away.
“Brendon, he was your father after all. He raised you. He’s still a part of your life.” Ryan says softly.
“He was … Did you cry when your father died?” I ask without thinking.
Ryan’s eyes widen and he looks down.
“That’s not the same. I wasn’t- ”
“Did you?”
“… No”
I watch him for a while but he doesn’t raise his gaze.
“Booh!”
Sam runs into the kitchen, covered in the blanket again.
Ryan doesn’t even turn around to look at him and I just feel kind of helpless.
“You have to run away now! I’m a ghost!”
I wait a few seconds before I walk past Ryan to kneel in front of Sam.
“This is not a good moment, Sammy. Don’t you want to play in your room?” I ask.
Sam yanks the blanket off his head clumsily.
“No!” he stops and blinks a few times. “You look sad. Why are you sad?”
I just smile sadly and look down.
When Sam reaches out with both of his hands to grab one of mine I look up again.
“You are always sad. What is so sad?” the kid asks and tilts his head.
“That is not true.” I say.
“But something is not right.”
I sigh and look behind me. Ryan raises his gaze and shrugs.
“Okay, yes there is something wrong. That person on the phone was my mother. She told me that my father … is dead.” I explain slowly.
Sam’s eyes widen and he jumps forward. He wraps his arms around my middle in a try to hug me.
“Don’t cry, Brenny. He is in heaven now.” The boy says.
I would have rolled my eyes if someone else told me that, but this is Sam. He is a kid and he doesn’t understand most things. I’m actually pretty impressed because he acts older than he really is.
We stay like that for a while and the silence starts to get uncomfortable.
“I think we should just … sleep.” Ryan says when it gets unbearable.
I want to untangle myself from Sam, but he makes an unpleased noise and holds on.
“Alright, hold on.” I whisper and pick him up.
I turn to look at Ryan. He looks uneasy and is biting his lip.
“Hey, are you okay?” I ask and he nods.
“I’m sorry. I should ask you that.” He laughs seriously.
“No, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have mentioned your father.”
“Where is your daddy, Ryan?” Sam asks.
Ryan looks down and doesn’t respond.
“Is he in heaven, too?”
“If at all he’s in hell.” Ryan whispers harshly and runs past me and out of the room.
I watch him go and prevent a sigh.
“Where is his daddy?” Sam asks again.
“He died a very long time ago.” I explain.
“And his mommy?”
“She left when he was really little.”
Sam frowns.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Maybe she didn’t want a child. Maybe she realized that she didn’t want to have a family like that after all.”
Sam pouts and rests his head on my shoulder.
“I don’t understand that.” He says and yawns.
I catch myself smiling and walk out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.
Ryan is already lying under the covers without moving. Carefully I set Sam down.
“Put your pyjamas on, okay?” I tell him and the boy nods and runs out of the room.
When I know that he’s in his room, I change into my own pyjamas quickly and crawl onto the bed.
“Ry” I say softly and grab the blanket that is covering his face.
Under it he’s crying.
“I’m sorry that I mentioned your father.” I say and reach out to wipe his bangs out of his face.
“It’s not because of my bastard of a father. It’s just … it’s not fair that people like him live for so long and your dad dies so young.” He sobs. “Okay, maybe it is because of my father as well. Sorry, you should be crying.”
Finally I lie down next to him.
“It’s okay. I didn’t see my dad for six years. I don’t even know why I cried at first. I think I just remembered my childhood and back then he was a great dad. You’re just an emotional person, Ry. That’s something you can be proud of.”
When I finish, I hear toddling footsteps and then Sam jumps onto the bed and crawls between us.
“No more being sad!” he babbles and cuddles up to Ryan.
It’s rare that he cuddles with me but I can live with that. I just curl around both of them.
“Are you an orphan too, Ryan?” the kid asks out of sudden.
Ryan lets out a dry laugh.
“Yes” he sighs then.
“We can be orphans together.”
“And what about me?” I ask with a smile.
“Oh, don’t worry, Brenny. Me loves you anyway.” Sam giggles.
“And what about Ryan?” I ask with a look at Ryan.
“Ryan loves you too.” Ryan says.
I smile at him and cuddle closer.
We stay like that till Sam’s breathing evens out.
Today I found out that my father is dead but somehow I’m still happy right now.
Quietly I start to sing.
“I love you. You love me. We’re a happy family.”
Ryan’s eyes open a bit to reveal those glowing orbs and he looks up at me. Then he just cuddles closer without a word.
Sam sighs between us and I think about the fact that we could have lost him today.
I move down to kiss the boy’s head. Then I cuddle close again to do the same to Ryan who is already asleep.
I decide that I don’t care about what happens to my old family. All that matters is to keep this one from falling apart.
With that in mind I drift off to sleep.
Chapter 10