Fill: No Place Like HomeredorchidsDecember 23 2010, 20:05:42 UTC
Merry Christmas, baby. ♥
No Place Like Home
“I think that’s the last one,” Brendon said, putting down a heavy box on top of the many others stacked all over the floor and collapsing onto the couch. “Man, I have a lot of shit.”
“Living tends to do that,” Ryan replied, sitting down next to him and handing over a can of Coke. “That, and you have a creepy fascination with stuffed animals and 50s Broadway music.”
“At least I don’t have fifteen billion pounds of books,” Brendon said, rearranging himself so he could put his head comfortably in Ryan’s lap. “Let’s order a pizza or something tonight. I don’t want to move for the next... ever.”
“My phone’s in the kitchen,” Ryan said. “You have yours?”
Brendon reached down and felt both his pockets. “Crap.”
“We could just stay here and wait until someone comes by to visit?” Ryan suggested. “Spencer’s bound to check in with us soon. We probably won’t have time to starve to death.”
“Or I could suddenly develop telepathic powers and be able to order pizza with my brain,” Brendon said
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Re: Fill: No Place Like HomesalireDecember 23 2010, 20:21:24 UTC
i adore you. i am so freaking glad that i'm going to come to sweden and have your babies someday. it will be marvelous and fantastic and just brilliant in general.
No Place Like Home
“I think that’s the last one,” Brendon said, putting down a heavy box on top of the many others stacked all over the floor and collapsing onto the couch. “Man, I have a lot of shit.”
“Living tends to do that,” Ryan replied, sitting down next to him and handing over a can of Coke. “That, and you have a creepy fascination with stuffed animals and 50s Broadway music.”
“At least I don’t have fifteen billion pounds of books,” Brendon said, rearranging himself so he could put his head comfortably in Ryan’s lap. “Let’s order a pizza or something tonight. I don’t want to move for the next... ever.”
“My phone’s in the kitchen,” Ryan said. “You have yours?”
Brendon reached down and felt both his pockets. “Crap.”
“We could just stay here and wait until someone comes by to visit?” Ryan suggested. “Spencer’s bound to check in with us soon. We probably won’t have time to starve to death.”
“Or I could suddenly develop telepathic powers and be able to order pizza with my brain,” Brendon said ( ... )
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also, i love you :)
*BIGGEST SMOOCHES EVER*
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*smooches you back*
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