Remaining Relevant .:Seven:.
Title: Remaining Relevant .:Seven:.
Author: neverxnever
Rating: Pg13- R
Pairing: Ghost!Brendon/Blind!Ryan, various others mentioned
POV: Third
Summary: Sequel to Heedless in Rain. Brendon’s dead, he’s lost his love, his friends can’t seem to move on. And what happens when the psychopathic murderer who killed him shows up again?
Chapter Summary: “Hey, what? I didn’t think you’d be upset…”
Disclaimer: I do not own/know anyone mentioned in this piece of FICTION.
Author Notes: At the end, bbz.
-Prologue- [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]
Chapter Seven
Three days pass without any sign of Ryan. Brendon paces back and forth in front of his tombstone the entire time, telling himself over and over that Ryan has to come back. Surely he’ll realize that Brendon likes him and that he’s being silly? Brendon really regrets not chasing after Ryan, now.
Either Ryan does not, in fact, realize this or something is keeping him from coming back, because he doesn’t. Late in the afternoon on the third day, after Brendon has stopped pacing and has settled uncomfortably on the ground, Frank comes to visit him. And he looks… mad?
“Where are you, Brendon?” Frank asks- demands, actually. Brendon has no intentions of revealing himself now, but he is curious. Who told Frank he was still hanging around? Gabe, probably. “Dude, I know you’re here. Fucking ghost. I can’t believe you didn’t trust me.”
This catches Brendon’s attention (he can’t believe Frank thinks Brendon didn’t trust him. If there was one person in town that Brendon trusted more than anyone, it was Frank) and, with a sigh, he gets to his feet. Frank jumps only a little at Brendon’s sudden appearance, and then the anger flies out the window and he’s tackle hugging Brendon to the ground.
Brendon squirms and mumbles something about ouch, damn it Frankie before Frank is stood up again and is holding out a hand to help his friend up too. “Brendon!” he practically squeals once they‘re standing. He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet and he just looks so excited… Brendon’s missed him. He smiles.
“Hey, Frank,” he says, somewhat shyly. Because, well. This is an awkward situation. A situation he never thought he’d be in in a million years. “Uh, who told you?”
Frank cocks and eyebrow. “Maybe I figured it out for myself.”
Brendon laughs. “Yeah, except for the part where you totally didn’t. Come on, who told you?” He leans forward to gently nudge Frank with his elbow. He hopes to avoid the ‘you don’t trust me enough to tell me you’re a ghost’ talk for as long as possible.
Frank laughs too. He’s still kind of staring at Brendon like he can’t believe the boy is standing in front of him, actually solid and- well, not exactly breathing. But.
“Okay, you caught me. Ryan told me.” He watches Brendon’s eyes closely, and frowns when some of the previous spark goes out of them. “Hey, what? I didn’t think you’d be upset…”
“Oh, I’m not. I mean, I’m kind of glad that you know and all. It’s just… he knew I didn’t want to tell you. Because I thought you’d get over me faster…?” Brendon stares at his shoes as he says it, trying to be careful not to offend Frank or bring the subject back to ‘you don’t trust me’.
“First of all,” Frank starts, holding up one finger as he talks. “How could he have known? He told me he hasn’t seen you since… Since, uh. You know. Your death.” Seeing that Brendon is about to interrupt, he pointedly holds up a second finger. “Second of all, get over you faster? The fuck did you get that idea?”
Brendon scratches the back of his neck absently as he considers Frank’s words. Not since his death? But Frank couldn’t possibly have talked to the ghost… And if he had, surely Ryan would’ve kept his mouth shut?
Or maybe not. He frowns to himself. Maybe he’s been away from his Ryan for too long. Of course Ryan would’ve told Frank everything, if just because he thought the news would upset him. Ryan never did like Frank much…
“Are you… Are you talking about my, uh. Ex-boyfriend? He’s the one who told you?” Brendon totally doesn’t cringe at the word ‘boyfriend’. He’s never liked it. It never fit him and Ryan, anyway. He likes to think they were above that.
Frank nods, and then frowns. “By the way, the new kid knew before me? Ugh, you suck.” He says it playfully though, like he doesn’t actually mind all that much.
Brendon holds up his hands. “Hey, I didn’t tell him. He figured it out, dude. Not even kidding.”
“Wow,” Frank mumbles. “I should’ve known. Oh my God, I’m so oblivious.”
Brendon doesn’t bother to disagree. Instead, he says, “So, Ryan told you, huh? How did that happen? Why were you up in the apartment?” Something clicks and he realizes that, oh. This must’ve happened when it rained three days ago. Frank must’ve been speaking to Ryan when Brendon confessed he’d been fucking the ghost in his apartment. He almost laughs.
“Not sure. Basically, he just sat me down and told me everything. How he died, your relationship, what was going on when Gerard showed up, and the blanks just kind of started to fill in. Like why you actually canceled on me that time we almost went on a date- because of him. And why he was only ever around when it rained. Etcetera. You know the rest.”
Brendon has an internal debate with himself. Should he apologize for keeping so many secrets from Frank? He feels justified in keeping those secrets though. No one needed to know he was… is in love with a ghost. No one needs to know that he himself is a ghost. “Wow,” he mumbles instead. “You saw Ryan.” He’s understandably jealous. It sucks.
“Yeah,” Frank sighs. “I did. Why doesn’t he like me? I never did anything to him.”
“Except almost steal his boyfriend,” Brendon points out, remembering that one time Ryan almost attacked Frank with a smile on his face. It hadn’t been something he could laugh about then…
“Ha, yeah. Except that.” Frank grins, and Brendon starts to feel a little bit better about being dead.
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Brendon totally doesn’t even hear Ryan approach, which is fucked. He’s supposed to be the one sneaking up on Ryan, who is blind. Not the other way around.
But he turns on his heel, pacing again early the next morning, and comes face to face with Ryan. Literally face to face. So close that Brendon could lean forward two inches and brush their lips together.
“It’s weird,” Ryan starts, and he must know how close he is to Brendon, because his voice is low and he’s smirking just a little bit, an almost anxious quirk of the lips. “But I missed you.” This last part is said sincerely, bashfully, and a light blush rises onto Ryan’s cheeks. Brendon can’t help but smile. He reaches out to take Ryan’s hand in his.
“I missed you too,” he admits confidently. He had, and Ryan needs to know that. “A lot. I… I don’t just talk to you because of your grandfather, Ryan.”
“I know.” Ryan’s voice is still low, and when he licks his lips, it takes all of Brendon’s will power to keep himself from closing the gap between them and kissing Ryan until both their lips are bruised. The feeling scares him, because a part of him is still firmly attached to his Ryan. A part of him will always belong with his first love, he supposes. “I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions and stuff. I’ve just never met anybody who would just accept me like you have.” He squeezes Brendon’s hand lightly, bites his lip. “It’s nice. Thank you.”
“No problem,” Brendon says, shrugging. “I really like you.” He tries to make it sound friend-ish, but maybe it doesn’t completely work like he wanted it to, because Ryan’s blush creeps back onto his face and he clears his throat. But he doesn’t make any move to step back, so Brendon smiles.
“You too,” Ryan mumbles, and awkwardly pushes his sunglasses back up his nose. Just looking for something to do. Brendon laughs.
“Come on. Let’s go for a walk,” he suggests, not waiting for an answer before he’s tugging Ryan along with him, walking aimlessly within his boundaries.
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An- So, basically, I just felt like making a chapter with no angst. It needed to be done, y/y? Kind of a filler, but this is two updates in two days so that’s acceptable, right?
Feedback is greatly appreciated ♥
Author: neverxnever
Rating: Pg13- R
Pairing: Ghost!Brendon/Blind!Ryan, various others mentioned
POV: Third
Summary: Sequel to Heedless in Rain. Brendon’s dead, he’s lost his love, his friends can’t seem to move on. And what happens when the psychopathic murderer who killed him shows up again?
Chapter Summary: “Hey, what? I didn’t think you’d be upset…”
Disclaimer: I do not own/know anyone mentioned in this piece of FICTION.
Author Notes: At the end, bbz.
-Prologue- [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]
Chapter Seven
Three days pass without any sign of Ryan. Brendon paces back and forth in front of his tombstone the entire time, telling himself over and over that Ryan has to come back. Surely he’ll realize that Brendon likes him and that he’s being silly? Brendon really regrets not chasing after Ryan, now.
Either Ryan does not, in fact, realize this or something is keeping him from coming back, because he doesn’t. Late in the afternoon on the third day, after Brendon has stopped pacing and has settled uncomfortably on the ground, Frank comes to visit him. And he looks… mad?
“Where are you, Brendon?” Frank asks- demands, actually. Brendon has no intentions of revealing himself now, but he is curious. Who told Frank he was still hanging around? Gabe, probably. “Dude, I know you’re here. Fucking ghost. I can’t believe you didn’t trust me.”
This catches Brendon’s attention (he can’t believe Frank thinks Brendon didn’t trust him. If there was one person in town that Brendon trusted more than anyone, it was Frank) and, with a sigh, he gets to his feet. Frank jumps only a little at Brendon’s sudden appearance, and then the anger flies out the window and he’s tackle hugging Brendon to the ground.
Brendon squirms and mumbles something about ouch, damn it Frankie before Frank is stood up again and is holding out a hand to help his friend up too. “Brendon!” he practically squeals once they‘re standing. He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet and he just looks so excited… Brendon’s missed him. He smiles.
“Hey, Frank,” he says, somewhat shyly. Because, well. This is an awkward situation. A situation he never thought he’d be in in a million years. “Uh, who told you?”
Frank cocks and eyebrow. “Maybe I figured it out for myself.”
Brendon laughs. “Yeah, except for the part where you totally didn’t. Come on, who told you?” He leans forward to gently nudge Frank with his elbow. He hopes to avoid the ‘you don’t trust me enough to tell me you’re a ghost’ talk for as long as possible.
Frank laughs too. He’s still kind of staring at Brendon like he can’t believe the boy is standing in front of him, actually solid and- well, not exactly breathing. But.
“Okay, you caught me. Ryan told me.” He watches Brendon’s eyes closely, and frowns when some of the previous spark goes out of them. “Hey, what? I didn’t think you’d be upset…”
“Oh, I’m not. I mean, I’m kind of glad that you know and all. It’s just… he knew I didn’t want to tell you. Because I thought you’d get over me faster…?” Brendon stares at his shoes as he says it, trying to be careful not to offend Frank or bring the subject back to ‘you don’t trust me’.
“First of all,” Frank starts, holding up one finger as he talks. “How could he have known? He told me he hasn’t seen you since… Since, uh. You know. Your death.” Seeing that Brendon is about to interrupt, he pointedly holds up a second finger. “Second of all, get over you faster? The fuck did you get that idea?”
Brendon scratches the back of his neck absently as he considers Frank’s words. Not since his death? But Frank couldn’t possibly have talked to the ghost… And if he had, surely Ryan would’ve kept his mouth shut?
Or maybe not. He frowns to himself. Maybe he’s been away from his Ryan for too long. Of course Ryan would’ve told Frank everything, if just because he thought the news would upset him. Ryan never did like Frank much…
“Are you… Are you talking about my, uh. Ex-boyfriend? He’s the one who told you?” Brendon totally doesn’t cringe at the word ‘boyfriend’. He’s never liked it. It never fit him and Ryan, anyway. He likes to think they were above that.
Frank nods, and then frowns. “By the way, the new kid knew before me? Ugh, you suck.” He says it playfully though, like he doesn’t actually mind all that much.
Brendon holds up his hands. “Hey, I didn’t tell him. He figured it out, dude. Not even kidding.”
“Wow,” Frank mumbles. “I should’ve known. Oh my God, I’m so oblivious.”
Brendon doesn’t bother to disagree. Instead, he says, “So, Ryan told you, huh? How did that happen? Why were you up in the apartment?” Something clicks and he realizes that, oh. This must’ve happened when it rained three days ago. Frank must’ve been speaking to Ryan when Brendon confessed he’d been fucking the ghost in his apartment. He almost laughs.
“Not sure. Basically, he just sat me down and told me everything. How he died, your relationship, what was going on when Gerard showed up, and the blanks just kind of started to fill in. Like why you actually canceled on me that time we almost went on a date- because of him. And why he was only ever around when it rained. Etcetera. You know the rest.”
Brendon has an internal debate with himself. Should he apologize for keeping so many secrets from Frank? He feels justified in keeping those secrets though. No one needed to know he was… is in love with a ghost. No one needs to know that he himself is a ghost. “Wow,” he mumbles instead. “You saw Ryan.” He’s understandably jealous. It sucks.
“Yeah,” Frank sighs. “I did. Why doesn’t he like me? I never did anything to him.”
“Except almost steal his boyfriend,” Brendon points out, remembering that one time Ryan almost attacked Frank with a smile on his face. It hadn’t been something he could laugh about then…
“Ha, yeah. Except that.” Frank grins, and Brendon starts to feel a little bit better about being dead.
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Brendon totally doesn’t even hear Ryan approach, which is fucked. He’s supposed to be the one sneaking up on Ryan, who is blind. Not the other way around.
But he turns on his heel, pacing again early the next morning, and comes face to face with Ryan. Literally face to face. So close that Brendon could lean forward two inches and brush their lips together.
“It’s weird,” Ryan starts, and he must know how close he is to Brendon, because his voice is low and he’s smirking just a little bit, an almost anxious quirk of the lips. “But I missed you.” This last part is said sincerely, bashfully, and a light blush rises onto Ryan’s cheeks. Brendon can’t help but smile. He reaches out to take Ryan’s hand in his.
“I missed you too,” he admits confidently. He had, and Ryan needs to know that. “A lot. I… I don’t just talk to you because of your grandfather, Ryan.”
“I know.” Ryan’s voice is still low, and when he licks his lips, it takes all of Brendon’s will power to keep himself from closing the gap between them and kissing Ryan until both their lips are bruised. The feeling scares him, because a part of him is still firmly attached to his Ryan. A part of him will always belong with his first love, he supposes. “I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions and stuff. I’ve just never met anybody who would just accept me like you have.” He squeezes Brendon’s hand lightly, bites his lip. “It’s nice. Thank you.”
“No problem,” Brendon says, shrugging. “I really like you.” He tries to make it sound friend-ish, but maybe it doesn’t completely work like he wanted it to, because Ryan’s blush creeps back onto his face and he clears his throat. But he doesn’t make any move to step back, so Brendon smiles.
“You too,” Ryan mumbles, and awkwardly pushes his sunglasses back up his nose. Just looking for something to do. Brendon laughs.
“Come on. Let’s go for a walk,” he suggests, not waiting for an answer before he’s tugging Ryan along with him, walking aimlessly within his boundaries.
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An- So, basically, I just felt like making a chapter with no angst. It needed to be done, y/y? Kind of a filler, but this is two updates in two days so that’s acceptable, right?
Feedback is greatly appreciated ♥