the picture frames have changed and so has your name

[belle_bing]

Title: if you want peace, stop fighting.
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
Word Count: 6453
Rating: pg
Summary: There is something wholly satisfying about the crunch of Brendon's car tyres over the white limestone driveway. He rolls the windows down and enjoys the feel of the sun beating down. There is not a cloud in the sky and Brendon can hear birdsong from

Comments

[airgiodslv]

This is really lovely, darling. You should be proud of it.

[belle_bing]

I am, Jen. Thanks. ♥

[themoononastick]

This is bittersweet in the very best way, and the characterisations are just wonderful. ♥

[belle_bing]

Thank you so much. That was what I worried about a lot, so I am glad I got them down.

[daydreambeleevr]

holy crap, I kept looking for the part at the end that would say "Part II"...

wherefore is the "part II"?????

an-of-fucking-course it is-mint green Volkswagen Beetle.

gold. pure gold. Solid characters, their added years comes across easily. There's a tangible melancholy about this.

Fuck, Brendon. We haven't been friends longer than we ever were."

ouchie. That one hurt but the ending has just the right touch of hope.

really enjoyed this!

[belle_bing]

I am mean, and thus there is no part two, and barely even a resolution, but I am so glad you liked it.

this is kind of disjointed because the stupid computer has eaten my comments TWICE ALREADY :(

[jocondite]

Belinda, I love your face so much, more even than usual. SO MUCH. <3333333 And actually you are a pretty good liar, because I absolutely fell for it at the time.

RYAN SPEAKING FRENCH! I DIDN'T KNOW I EVEN HAD THAT BUTTON, BUT I DO. *________*

A long time ago in the heat of an argument, Ryan snapped that he'd run out of things to say to Brendon. It rings true in this moment, lingering awkwardly until the silence gets too much.
I love the tension already, all the spoken and unspoken things below the surface. *curls toes*

I love the mint-green volkswagon beetle! I would give anything to see Ryan Ross driving around in one of those!

"God bless you and your pornographically large mugs, Ross." He stares down his mug adoringly. "I am going to fill you with the sweet, sweet juice of life."
I COVET RYAN'S FRENCH PRESS. And oh, the bowls of coffee, weren't we talking about them just the other day? I love your face.

Anne-Sophie climbs, defeated, into Brendon's chair with him with a tattered copy of Vampirates! and announces with no room

and part two

[jocondite]

He rests his head against the glass and takes in the scenery, olive-green, rolling hills, covered in grape vines. He smiles, ever the human jukebox, and sings "Heard It Through the Grapevine" softly, practically unheard through the rattle of the car. When he looks up again, Ryan is smiling, watching Brendon more than the road.

"I missed that about you," he says when they idle at a farm gate, waiting for a flock of geese to get off the road. A plump lady in a black dress and purple pinafore waves to them once her geese are safe, and Brendon smiles tightly, watching her progress up the hill.

He doesn't say how unfair Ryan is being, or how he was the one to walk away from the friendship.
Oh, this little bit is just perfect, the lingering fondness and the lingering hurt.

I love Brendon trying to divide their friends up into joint custody! I can't stop imagining Ryan and Brendon glaring at each other across the room at Bronx's tenth birthday or at Spencer's wedding (Spencer's bachelor party!)

Spencer and I didn't want to play that

Re: and part two

[belle_bing]

You have no idea how relieved I am that you love it. I have been SO WORRIED ever since Aleesha gave me you to write for. I thought I would never write anything good enough for you. /o\

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