You're the One I'm Loosing [2/?]
Title: You're the One I'm Loosing [2/?]
Author: makeapanicscene
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Third, Ryan-centric
Summary: Ryan wants to go out in the pouring rain and feel alive for once.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Author Notes: This unbeta'd (again...) and I wanted to write something hopeless and lonesome for a change. This is dedicated to: xstockpiledmmrs, tnksfrthmmrs and guyliner_rox --- see at bottom for more AN.
Chapter 1
The next morning the grass was still moist and smelled like rain on the soil. Ryan woke up when the sun rose from the darkness and the scent of the blanket still made him smile. He could hear the birds chirp around him softly in the crisp air. It was a new day, a new beginning and Ryan knew it. He knew it in his heart that even the rain tried to clear his worries and breathing the air made him feel like he wasn’t alone. From that point on, he realized that he lived yesterday like a lie; maybe he needed something to depend on that was different than how he lived his life before. It was so full of chances, but Ryan never took them. He lived his life with familiarity where he felt more secure.
Sitting up slowly, he faced that boy’s house. It was quiet. It was beautiful and it all was begging Ryan to change his life by taking those chances that he never, ever really took. Staring at the white house with purple shutters, he tried to find an answer. He wished for any whisper as the trees swayed with the wind.
A slow tempo song filled in his own imagination playing in his head and without even thinking it over, Ryan got up, grabbed the blanket and held it closes. He walked to his front door, and faced the house again. He nodded to himself and smiled before going in. Walking into the living room, he saw 7:15 glowing in green on his DVD player. He shook his head in disbelief and was shocked because of how early he’d woken up and even though the house was much warmer than outside, Ryan shivered. He made his way over to the basement stairs and stepped down into the darker room. Moving over to the washing machine, he held the damp blanket to his nose again and closed his eyes. He tried to make guess all of the scents of the blanket, but he didn’t want an answer. Maybe a little mystery to the keeper of the blanket is better off for Ryan, and yeah, maybe he thought it was for the best.
As he felt the material, it was fuzzy and rough all at the same time. It must have reflected the person that owned the blanket and immediately, he felt connected, connected to the shelter that he held in his arms and the world around him. Most importantly, he had tried to guess what kind of troubles it must have lived though, but again, anything that is an experience is still a chance.
Putting the blanket in the dryer and pressing buttons, Ryan hoped that it would feel the same as when it was placed on his body the night before.
Going upstairs and walking into his room, he shut the blinds as usual. Soon enough, drifting off was easier than it was sleeping outside in the cold night from the night before.
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Waking hours later and checking the time on his side table, Ryan found out that it was almost 12:30. Smiling at the uninterrupted sleep, he got out of bed, and opened the blinds. Then, Ryan walked to the bathroom for a warm, short shower.
Exactly ten minutes later, Ryan jumped out and got dressed. He knew that the blanket was finished drying, so making his way downstairs, he was met with an idle dryer. Getting the blanket out, he held it up to his face and slowly caressed the material against his cheek. Same scent, same shape, and everything was in the same condition as it was before.
He walked up the basement stairs and made his way towards the front hallway.
Should he do it? Should he take that chance and give it back? The acid rain scented air reminded him of the good deed that boy did for him the night before. Of course he should get his blanket back.
Ryan made his way to the front door, and opened it. He took a deep breath and for once, he almost thought he was going to die. With his heart beating out of his chest, the blood rushing towards his cheeks, it was proof. He saw stars in his eyes once he stepped out of the house, closing the door behind him. As the anxious Ryan Ross walked out of his front yard towards the sidewalk, he took another deep breath, but this one was bigger.
The white house stared back at him once again, and never in a million years would ever forget how it looked in the shining afternoon sun.
His feet made their way into the road, trying to move quickly before a car drove by that would surprise him out of his own shoes.
…A step closer…
Ryan made it on the other side of the street, and saw his reflection through the window that was covered with drapes.
His heart sped up again and sent a shiver up his arm.
Now standing on the front porch of the house, Ryan hugged the blanket with his arm and held up his other hand to ring the door bell.
Only time will tell…
Believe it or not, Ryan heard the click of the lock and heard the door squeak open moments later.
AN: Okay, two of my betas can't edit for a little while, and i was wondering if anyone will be interested. (i tried a few times and some people said that they cant do it either, so thats why im asking.) i thought posting this would make at least one "fan" want to be a beta so they can read it before its posted. *coughcough*i wrote chapter 3 of this already*coughcough* Also, due to the questons of: "why is this a standalone?" and "Can you write more? please?" i thought i would write more because after a while i wondered about ryan and brendon. hope you guys liked this. any comments or concrit would make my day!
Author: makeapanicscene
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Third, Ryan-centric
Summary: Ryan wants to go out in the pouring rain and feel alive for once.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Author Notes: This unbeta'd (again...) and I wanted to write something hopeless and lonesome for a change. This is dedicated to: xstockpiledmmrs, tnksfrthmmrs and guyliner_rox --- see at bottom for more AN.
Chapter 1
The next morning the grass was still moist and smelled like rain on the soil. Ryan woke up when the sun rose from the darkness and the scent of the blanket still made him smile. He could hear the birds chirp around him softly in the crisp air. It was a new day, a new beginning and Ryan knew it. He knew it in his heart that even the rain tried to clear his worries and breathing the air made him feel like he wasn’t alone. From that point on, he realized that he lived yesterday like a lie; maybe he needed something to depend on that was different than how he lived his life before. It was so full of chances, but Ryan never took them. He lived his life with familiarity where he felt more secure.
Sitting up slowly, he faced that boy’s house. It was quiet. It was beautiful and it all was begging Ryan to change his life by taking those chances that he never, ever really took. Staring at the white house with purple shutters, he tried to find an answer. He wished for any whisper as the trees swayed with the wind.
A slow tempo song filled in his own imagination playing in his head and without even thinking it over, Ryan got up, grabbed the blanket and held it closes. He walked to his front door, and faced the house again. He nodded to himself and smiled before going in. Walking into the living room, he saw 7:15 glowing in green on his DVD player. He shook his head in disbelief and was shocked because of how early he’d woken up and even though the house was much warmer than outside, Ryan shivered. He made his way over to the basement stairs and stepped down into the darker room. Moving over to the washing machine, he held the damp blanket to his nose again and closed his eyes. He tried to make guess all of the scents of the blanket, but he didn’t want an answer. Maybe a little mystery to the keeper of the blanket is better off for Ryan, and yeah, maybe he thought it was for the best.
As he felt the material, it was fuzzy and rough all at the same time. It must have reflected the person that owned the blanket and immediately, he felt connected, connected to the shelter that he held in his arms and the world around him. Most importantly, he had tried to guess what kind of troubles it must have lived though, but again, anything that is an experience is still a chance.
Putting the blanket in the dryer and pressing buttons, Ryan hoped that it would feel the same as when it was placed on his body the night before.
Going upstairs and walking into his room, he shut the blinds as usual. Soon enough, drifting off was easier than it was sleeping outside in the cold night from the night before.
--------
Waking hours later and checking the time on his side table, Ryan found out that it was almost 12:30. Smiling at the uninterrupted sleep, he got out of bed, and opened the blinds. Then, Ryan walked to the bathroom for a warm, short shower.
Exactly ten minutes later, Ryan jumped out and got dressed. He knew that the blanket was finished drying, so making his way downstairs, he was met with an idle dryer. Getting the blanket out, he held it up to his face and slowly caressed the material against his cheek. Same scent, same shape, and everything was in the same condition as it was before.
He walked up the basement stairs and made his way towards the front hallway.
Should he do it? Should he take that chance and give it back? The acid rain scented air reminded him of the good deed that boy did for him the night before. Of course he should get his blanket back.
Ryan made his way to the front door, and opened it. He took a deep breath and for once, he almost thought he was going to die. With his heart beating out of his chest, the blood rushing towards his cheeks, it was proof. He saw stars in his eyes once he stepped out of the house, closing the door behind him. As the anxious Ryan Ross walked out of his front yard towards the sidewalk, he took another deep breath, but this one was bigger.
The white house stared back at him once again, and never in a million years would ever forget how it looked in the shining afternoon sun.
His feet made their way into the road, trying to move quickly before a car drove by that would surprise him out of his own shoes.
…A step closer…
Ryan made it on the other side of the street, and saw his reflection through the window that was covered with drapes.
His heart sped up again and sent a shiver up his arm.
Now standing on the front porch of the house, Ryan hugged the blanket with his arm and held up his other hand to ring the door bell.
Only time will tell…
Believe it or not, Ryan heard the click of the lock and heard the door squeak open moments later.
AN: Okay, two of my betas can't edit for a little while, and i was wondering if anyone will be interested. (i tried a few times and some people said that they cant do it either, so thats why im asking.) i thought posting this would make at least one "fan" want to be a beta so they can read it before its posted. *coughcough*i wrote chapter 3 of this already*coughcough* Also, due to the questons of: "why is this a standalone?" and "Can you write more? please?" i thought i would write more because after a while i wondered about ryan and brendon. hope you guys liked this. any comments or concrit would make my day!