Catching the Rain [14/20]
Title: Catching the Rain
Author: xstockpiledmmrs
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Third, Ryan-centric
Disclaimer: Not true
Summary: He dropped his bags and briefcase onto the floor in the living room, doing a 360-degree turn in search of the missing boy.
Author's Notes: Sorry for the long delay, but I needed to actually finish writing all of this in a way that I liked the ending. But, I’ll be posting everyday now, even Christmas, until it’s finished.
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CATCHING THE RAIN
THURSDAY 12:41 P.M.
During his lunch break, Ryan drove to the nearby mall, credit card ready as he went through the stores, purchasing anything and everything that seemed nice, and presentable. Of course, he spent a little bit of money on himself, buying a few new shirts and pants for work.
--
6:35 P.M.
Much to his surprise, Brendon wasn’t home when Ryan entered the house. No lights were on -except for the Christmas lights, of course-, and there was no scent of food cooking coming from the kitchen. Ryan frowned as he moved throughout the small home, shopping bags in tow as he wandered around.
Absolutely nothing.
He dropped his bags and briefcase onto the floor in the living room, doing a 360-degree turn in search of the missing boy. Ryan’s feet guided him into the kitchen, where there was a piece of paper from his notepad hung up on the refrigerator door with a magnet.
Ryan read over the note a few times before throwing it into the garbage can underneath the sink, sighing. He opened the refrigerator and took out the leftover ravioli from last night, setting it in the microwave. Honestly, he didn’t know what he was going to do without Brendon for a night. As strange as it sounded, the boy had gradually worked his way into his tight, perfect schedule, and Ryan was used to it.
He ate his dinner quietly before cleaning up, going out into the living room. He sat on the floor, opening one of the bags and pulling out a roll of wrapping paper. After that came all of the rest of the items, taking off the price tags as he went.
--
8:34 P.M.
Ryan stood back as he looked over all of the neatly wrapped presents sitting under the Christmas tree, all labeled with Brendon’s name. Well, all except a few that were off to the side, Spencer’s name on the stick-on tags instead. For once, Ryan had actually gotten into the holiday spirit, spending his time and money on buying gifts that were probably not all that great.
He didn’t really have experience, after all.
He smiled slightly, taking all of his trash and throwing it away. After the clean-up was done, he searched through Brendon’s growing collection of DVDs. Ryan popped a random one in, turning off all of the lights and settling down on the couch. He pulled a blanket over his lap, a bowl of popcorn resting beside him as the movie started to play across the screen.
--
FRIDAY 2:19 A.M.
“Ryan, wake up, baby.”
His eyes opened slowly, meeting Brendon’s dark brown gaze, eyes sparkling despite the time of day. Ryan looked around, seeing the TV had been turned off, and his bowl of popcorn -empty within the first thirty minutes of the movie- was gone. He frowned, sitting up and pushing the blanket and pillows off of him.
Brendon stood in front of him, still fully dressed, except for his shoes, which were probably abandoned at the front door. “You bought presents.”
Ryan nodded, letting out a yawn as he stood up, letting Brendon lace their fingers together as he walked down the hall and into the bedroom. He left Brendon next to the bed as he entered the bathroom, brushing his teeth and pulling his clothes off at the same time.
When he returned to the bedroom, setting his dirty clothes in the hamper, he saw Brendon all ready fast asleep under the sheets. Ryan joined him, slowly wrapping his arms around his body.
A frown was at his lips again, however, as he caught a scent on Brendon that just didn’t smell like the sleeping boy.
--
SATURDAY 6:41 P.M.
Ryan let out a sigh as he read the note stuck to the refrigerator with the magnet, shaking his head. Since when did Brendon go off with friends? The boy was always sticking around him, never leaving his sight and trying to shower him with a large amount of love. That was what he was used to. Not the all-too-familiar feeling of an empty house and food cooked in the microwave.
This time, he didn’t bother wasting his time on a movie. Ryan went back to his usual routine: eat, work, sleep. It wasn’t that hard, really. He didn’t have as much work as he usually did, so he went to bed earlier than usual, at 8:25 P.M. The bed was cold and empty when he moved into it, and it called for another sigh from him as he looked over at Brendon’s usual spot.
What was ‘don’t wait up’ supposed to mean? Ryan had heard it before, when he used to date girls back in high school. There was this one in particular, Trisha, who was cute, petite, and had curly black hair. She would always say she loved him, but at the same time say ‘don’t wait up’ at the end of the school day, when he wanted to take her out to the movies. It wasn’t long until he ignored the whole ‘don’t wait up’, and found her with one of his good friends in the back of his car.
Was it possible that perhaps Brendon was out with someone else? Had he moved onto someone new to take advantage of, to pretend to love and cherish? Ryan shuddered, closing his eyes quickly.
No way.
Brendon was his.
Author: xstockpiledmmrs
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Third, Ryan-centric
Disclaimer: Not true
Summary: He dropped his bags and briefcase onto the floor in the living room, doing a 360-degree turn in search of the missing boy.
Author's Notes: Sorry for the long delay, but I needed to actually finish writing all of this in a way that I liked the ending. But, I’ll be posting everyday now, even Christmas, until it’s finished.
Previous: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13
CATCHING THE RAIN
THURSDAY 12:41 P.M.
During his lunch break, Ryan drove to the nearby mall, credit card ready as he went through the stores, purchasing anything and everything that seemed nice, and presentable. Of course, he spent a little bit of money on himself, buying a few new shirts and pants for work.
--
6:35 P.M.
Much to his surprise, Brendon wasn’t home when Ryan entered the house. No lights were on -except for the Christmas lights, of course-, and there was no scent of food cooking coming from the kitchen. Ryan frowned as he moved throughout the small home, shopping bags in tow as he wandered around.
Absolutely nothing.
He dropped his bags and briefcase onto the floor in the living room, doing a 360-degree turn in search of the missing boy. Ryan’s feet guided him into the kitchen, where there was a piece of paper from his notepad hung up on the refrigerator door with a magnet.
Ryan read over the note a few times before throwing it into the garbage can underneath the sink, sighing. He opened the refrigerator and took out the leftover ravioli from last night, setting it in the microwave. Honestly, he didn’t know what he was going to do without Brendon for a night. As strange as it sounded, the boy had gradually worked his way into his tight, perfect schedule, and Ryan was used to it.
He ate his dinner quietly before cleaning up, going out into the living room. He sat on the floor, opening one of the bags and pulling out a roll of wrapping paper. After that came all of the rest of the items, taking off the price tags as he went.
--
8:34 P.M.
Ryan stood back as he looked over all of the neatly wrapped presents sitting under the Christmas tree, all labeled with Brendon’s name. Well, all except a few that were off to the side, Spencer’s name on the stick-on tags instead. For once, Ryan had actually gotten into the holiday spirit, spending his time and money on buying gifts that were probably not all that great.
He didn’t really have experience, after all.
He smiled slightly, taking all of his trash and throwing it away. After the clean-up was done, he searched through Brendon’s growing collection of DVDs. Ryan popped a random one in, turning off all of the lights and settling down on the couch. He pulled a blanket over his lap, a bowl of popcorn resting beside him as the movie started to play across the screen.
--
FRIDAY 2:19 A.M.
“Ryan, wake up, baby.”
His eyes opened slowly, meeting Brendon’s dark brown gaze, eyes sparkling despite the time of day. Ryan looked around, seeing the TV had been turned off, and his bowl of popcorn -empty within the first thirty minutes of the movie- was gone. He frowned, sitting up and pushing the blanket and pillows off of him.
Brendon stood in front of him, still fully dressed, except for his shoes, which were probably abandoned at the front door. “You bought presents.”
Ryan nodded, letting out a yawn as he stood up, letting Brendon lace their fingers together as he walked down the hall and into the bedroom. He left Brendon next to the bed as he entered the bathroom, brushing his teeth and pulling his clothes off at the same time.
When he returned to the bedroom, setting his dirty clothes in the hamper, he saw Brendon all ready fast asleep under the sheets. Ryan joined him, slowly wrapping his arms around his body.
A frown was at his lips again, however, as he caught a scent on Brendon that just didn’t smell like the sleeping boy.
--
SATURDAY 6:41 P.M.
Ryan let out a sigh as he read the note stuck to the refrigerator with the magnet, shaking his head. Since when did Brendon go off with friends? The boy was always sticking around him, never leaving his sight and trying to shower him with a large amount of love. That was what he was used to. Not the all-too-familiar feeling of an empty house and food cooked in the microwave.
This time, he didn’t bother wasting his time on a movie. Ryan went back to his usual routine: eat, work, sleep. It wasn’t that hard, really. He didn’t have as much work as he usually did, so he went to bed earlier than usual, at 8:25 P.M. The bed was cold and empty when he moved into it, and it called for another sigh from him as he looked over at Brendon’s usual spot.
What was ‘don’t wait up’ supposed to mean? Ryan had heard it before, when he used to date girls back in high school. There was this one in particular, Trisha, who was cute, petite, and had curly black hair. She would always say she loved him, but at the same time say ‘don’t wait up’ at the end of the school day, when he wanted to take her out to the movies. It wasn’t long until he ignored the whole ‘don’t wait up’, and found her with one of his good friends in the back of his car.
Was it possible that perhaps Brendon was out with someone else? Had he moved onto someone new to take advantage of, to pretend to love and cherish? Ryan shuddered, closing his eyes quickly.
No way.
Brendon was his.