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it's about you
{ shortish }{ pg-13 }{ ryan/brendon }
based off the beginning of apr 26 08
They're lying on a beach blanket in the backyard when Ryan says it.
"It's about you." He keeps his eyes fixed purposefully on a pear-shaped cloud that's partially obscured by a branch of some sort.
"What is?" says Brendon, like he doesn't already know, like he hasn't been waiting for Ryan to say this.
"The song." After a minute, Brendon opens his mouth like he's about to say something, then closes it again. A timer goes off inside.
~-~-~-~
When Brendon steps into the room, Ryan is facing the wall. He doesn't turn to look at him when a floorboard creaks under his bare foot. He doesn't move at all.
"I love you, you know," Brendon says too loudly, wanting to evoke some sort of reaction from Ryan. He feels sickly satisfied when he answers.
"I know."
~-~-~-~
"It's just--- well, it's just kind of odd, you know? Having a lesbian person next door, it just kind of; I don't know; makes me feel awkward? But that's wrong of me, right? I mean, she's lesbian, so what, but...." Brendon's sister leaves messages on Ryan's answering machine sometimes, forgetting that Brendon doesn't live there anymore. It makes Ryan want to smash a window.
~-~-~-~
Brendon misses Ryan the most on Sunday morning. He wakes up curled into himself and feels like crying.
He tries watching a movie, but can't seem to stay focused on the screen. He lets it play anyway. The background noise is comforting.
There's a new e-mail in his inbox. Helen left another message on Ryan's machine. He can't bring himself to care.
Later, after staring blankly at the microwave for an unhealthy amount of time, Brendon picks up his phone and dials a random number. 267-4499. Ryan. He hangs up after the first ring.
~-~-~-~
Ryan calls Brendon late on a Tuesday night. Before Brendon can finish his hello, Ryan cuts him off.
"Why do you love me?" Ryan's voice is higher than usual, "Haven't you met someone better?" Brendon laughs bitterly,
"Of course I have," he says, "How does that have anything to do with it?"
~-~-~-~
Ryan's lying on a beach blanket in the backyard when Brendon appears above him. He doesn't say anything, just stands there, staring down at the space between Ryan's eyebrows. After a minute, Ryan reaches out with his left hand and tugs sharply on Brendon's ankle. Brendon crumples into an awkward heap next to him. He still doesn't say anything, but the way he twines his fingers with Ryan's says 'sorry' louder than any vocalization could.
A/N: wow! first fic with capitalization in quite a while! anyway, this tiny little snippet was, believe it or not, a long time in the making. i'm not actually sure if brendon has a sister named helen, and if he does, whether or not she's vaguely homophobic. just fyi, i've got a couple more little things that i'm done writing; they should be up soon (both here and at my journal). thanks for reading! comments are ♥!
p.s. ever heard of 3OH!3? check them out! amazing band.
{ shortish }{ pg-13 }{ ryan/brendon }
based off the beginning of apr 26 08
They're lying on a beach blanket in the backyard when Ryan says it.
"It's about you." He keeps his eyes fixed purposefully on a pear-shaped cloud that's partially obscured by a branch of some sort.
"What is?" says Brendon, like he doesn't already know, like he hasn't been waiting for Ryan to say this.
"The song." After a minute, Brendon opens his mouth like he's about to say something, then closes it again. A timer goes off inside.
~-~-~-~
When Brendon steps into the room, Ryan is facing the wall. He doesn't turn to look at him when a floorboard creaks under his bare foot. He doesn't move at all.
"I love you, you know," Brendon says too loudly, wanting to evoke some sort of reaction from Ryan. He feels sickly satisfied when he answers.
"I know."
~-~-~-~
"It's just--- well, it's just kind of odd, you know? Having a lesbian person next door, it just kind of; I don't know; makes me feel awkward? But that's wrong of me, right? I mean, she's lesbian, so what, but...." Brendon's sister leaves messages on Ryan's answering machine sometimes, forgetting that Brendon doesn't live there anymore. It makes Ryan want to smash a window.
~-~-~-~
Brendon misses Ryan the most on Sunday morning. He wakes up curled into himself and feels like crying.
He tries watching a movie, but can't seem to stay focused on the screen. He lets it play anyway. The background noise is comforting.
There's a new e-mail in his inbox. Helen left another message on Ryan's machine. He can't bring himself to care.
Later, after staring blankly at the microwave for an unhealthy amount of time, Brendon picks up his phone and dials a random number. 267-4499. Ryan. He hangs up after the first ring.
~-~-~-~
Ryan calls Brendon late on a Tuesday night. Before Brendon can finish his hello, Ryan cuts him off.
"Why do you love me?" Ryan's voice is higher than usual, "Haven't you met someone better?" Brendon laughs bitterly,
"Of course I have," he says, "How does that have anything to do with it?"
~-~-~-~
Ryan's lying on a beach blanket in the backyard when Brendon appears above him. He doesn't say anything, just stands there, staring down at the space between Ryan's eyebrows. After a minute, Ryan reaches out with his left hand and tugs sharply on Brendon's ankle. Brendon crumples into an awkward heap next to him. He still doesn't say anything, but the way he twines his fingers with Ryan's says 'sorry' louder than any vocalization could.
A/N: wow! first fic with capitalization in quite a while! anyway, this tiny little snippet was, believe it or not, a long time in the making. i'm not actually sure if brendon has a sister named helen, and if he does, whether or not she's vaguely homophobic. just fyi, i've got a couple more little things that i'm done writing; they should be up soon (both here and at my journal). thanks for reading! comments are ♥!
p.s. ever heard of 3OH!3? check them out! amazing band.