FIC: 2,458
2,458
|| {gen} || {g} || {brendon-centric humor} ||
one day in august, when the temperature is approximately 2,458 degrees, brendon wakes up in the morning to find a bright blue bike crushing his spleen area. "oh," he says.
so it turns out ryan doesn't like bikes which, ohmygod seriously, who doesn't like bikes? well, actually, ryan's dislike may have something to do with the fact that brendon's been zipping around the house on the bike, wearing no shirt and screaming "YIPPADEEDOODAH!!!!" at the top of his lungs, but still, seriously. bikes are awesome, and brendon is going to prove it once and for all. so ha.
so, placing a bright orange bike on ryan's stomach as he sleeps is not the best idea, it turns out. brendon spends the day cowering in the coat closet, terrified of ryan's wrath. yeah, not the best idea.
all right, so maybe painting a giant, neon green bike on ryan's bedroom wall wasn't the best idea either. but next time, brendon is seriously going to get it right. seriously.
brendon's plan c is thwarted when he wakes up bound to his bed by thick, white ropes, gagged by a sock and blindfolded. he spits the sock out, spluttering, and realizes that his blindfold is actually a transparent scarf. ha. unexpectedly, someone starts giggling from brendon's left. he strains to see who it is. it's ryan. of course. a little known fact about ryan is that when he's tired he goes a little crazy. crazy meaning his right eye starts twitching and he becomes prone to fits of maniacal giggling. so, it's not surprising when brendon spots ryan sitting on the floor, eye twitching and psychotic giggle-fit making his entire body shake. brendon just rolls his eyes and yells for jon.
after several more days of failed attempts to make ryan like bikes by brendon (parking a bike on ryan's roof, baking a huge bike cake and leaving it on ryan's kitchen table, writing a heavy metal bike song and putting a CD of it in ryan's CD player, pretending to be ryan's mom and leaving a message on his phone detailing how morally wrong it is of him not to like bikes, the list goes on and on...), ryan breaks down and accidentally burns his house down. burns his house down. spencer storms into brendon's bedroom the morning after the blaze and proceeds to scream at him so loudly that the neighbors complain. brendon sullenly promises to stop his campaign.
really though, brendon has got a few more ideas floating around inside his head...
A/N: bwahaha!!! i loved writing this one! :) tell me what you think!
|| {gen} || {g} || {brendon-centric humor} ||
one day in august, when the temperature is approximately 2,458 degrees, brendon wakes up in the morning to find a bright blue bike crushing his spleen area. "oh," he says.
so it turns out ryan doesn't like bikes which, ohmygod seriously, who doesn't like bikes? well, actually, ryan's dislike may have something to do with the fact that brendon's been zipping around the house on the bike, wearing no shirt and screaming "YIPPADEEDOODAH!!!!" at the top of his lungs, but still, seriously. bikes are awesome, and brendon is going to prove it once and for all. so ha.
so, placing a bright orange bike on ryan's stomach as he sleeps is not the best idea, it turns out. brendon spends the day cowering in the coat closet, terrified of ryan's wrath. yeah, not the best idea.
all right, so maybe painting a giant, neon green bike on ryan's bedroom wall wasn't the best idea either. but next time, brendon is seriously going to get it right. seriously.
brendon's plan c is thwarted when he wakes up bound to his bed by thick, white ropes, gagged by a sock and blindfolded. he spits the sock out, spluttering, and realizes that his blindfold is actually a transparent scarf. ha. unexpectedly, someone starts giggling from brendon's left. he strains to see who it is. it's ryan. of course. a little known fact about ryan is that when he's tired he goes a little crazy. crazy meaning his right eye starts twitching and he becomes prone to fits of maniacal giggling. so, it's not surprising when brendon spots ryan sitting on the floor, eye twitching and psychotic giggle-fit making his entire body shake. brendon just rolls his eyes and yells for jon.
after several more days of failed attempts to make ryan like bikes by brendon (parking a bike on ryan's roof, baking a huge bike cake and leaving it on ryan's kitchen table, writing a heavy metal bike song and putting a CD of it in ryan's CD player, pretending to be ryan's mom and leaving a message on his phone detailing how morally wrong it is of him not to like bikes, the list goes on and on...), ryan breaks down and accidentally burns his house down. burns his house down. spencer storms into brendon's bedroom the morning after the blaze and proceeds to scream at him so loudly that the neighbors complain. brendon sullenly promises to stop his campaign.
really though, brendon has got a few more ideas floating around inside his head...
A/N: bwahaha!!! i loved writing this one! :) tell me what you think!