The Resonance of Dreams [Part 1 of 6]
Title: The Resonance of Dreams [Part 1 of 6]
Author: melody_so_sweet
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
POV: 3rd omniscient
Summary: Some days, Brendon felt like he had everything that he would ever want. Looking back, that Monday was one of those days. At least it was, until his luck ran out
Disclaimer: All characters and events are fictional. I do not own any brand name mentioned, and any similarities you may find are purely coincidental.
Beta: lumberxjill
Author Notes: This started as a drabble and quickly demanded to be more. It was originally one long story that I had to break into parts, so apologies for any strange chapter breaking and cliffhangers.
There were some days when Brendon felt like his life was full. Everything he could have ever needed, he had. That’s not to say he didn’t have problems, but he always seemed to make it work. Life always ended up turning out alright, if not better than he expected. And when he really thought back, that Monday was one of those days.
In the very early hours of the morning there was a movie playing on the TV, volume turned down low for either the sake of the neighboring apartments or honor of the quiet itself. Which movie didn’t matter; it was the unsteady flashing of lights and quiet murmur of the characters they had put it on for. Brendon lay across the sofa with his head on Ryan’s lap, half awake and half asleep. The voices on the screen had just started to sound distant, like they were lifting up out of his head as he sunk down, deeper into the warmness of sleep. The fingers threading through his hair weren’t doing too much for keeping him conscious either.
Ryan leaned back against the backrest of the sofa, half-heartedly watching the screen and absently petting Brendon’s hair. It was getting to the length where his fingers would almost completely disappear when he wiggled them under the soft brown strands. He liked that. A yawn bubbled up from his lungs, but he wasn’t quite tired enough to fall asleep yet. Though, he could tell that Brendon was almost completely gone by now. It was pretty rare for Brendon to stay awake through a whole movie.
They did this every now and then, after a long day of work and school and dishes and laundry. One of them would say, “Wanna watch a movie?” and they’d pick a random DVD off the shelf, sometimes jokingly arguing about which one, but they never really watched it anyway. Then, they’d snuggle up on the old, worn sofa and let the flashing colors playing on the walls lull them to sleep.
These days, Brendon decided, were what he missed the most.
~
Brendon woke mid-morning to Ryan’s heart beating slowly underneath his ear, ticking away, and perfect as always. The ten o’clock light streamed through the floating dust particles and onto the dim apartment floor. Brendon blinked a few times to focus his eyes and yawned.
“Awake?” Ryan whispered above his head, always the first to rise and last to sleep.
“Sort of,” Brendon said, voice muffled a little because he refused to lift his face from Ryan’s warm, bare chest.
“Breakfast?”
Brendon smiled against smooth skin. “Yes please.”
“You’ll have to move first,” Ryan chuckled, the vibrations causing little tremors in his stomach, which Brendon was still using as his pillow.
With an exasperated sigh, Brendon stretched his heavy limbs and stiff muscles and sat up at the edge of the sofa, no longer as warm as he was a few moments ago. The room was the same as it had been the night before, soda cans strewn across the coffee table, along with magazines and textbooks. The T.V. displayed the title credits for the movie they had watched, still running the same loop of slides showing smiling characters and cheery scenes from the movie.
Ryan made a clink in the kitchen and a few seconds later was the click of their stove turning on. Brendon rocked onto his feet and stretched his arms up as high as they could reach. His feet padded softly on the tile of the kitchen when he entered. Ryan turned around and smiled, pointing to the chair at the table.
“Sit. Yours is almost done.”
Brendon did as told, rubbing his eyes again in attempt to rid them of sleep. He blinked and looked toward Ryan, who was facing away at the stove. The hem of his sweatpants sat low on his hips, as they usually did after a night of sleep. The muscles of his back moved with his arms in long, flowing lines, and Brendon laughed silently. He must have told Ryan a thousand times not to cook without a shirt. Things splatter sometimes, and often those things are boiling hot.
A few minutes of shameless staring later, Ryan turned around with the skillet and slid a pancake onto Brendon’s plate. But not just any pancake, this one was a combination of three, shaped like a Mickey Mouse.
Brendon giggled and looked up at Ryan. “Did you really just make me a Mickey Mouse pancake?”
“Yep, want another?”
Snort. Silly question. “Of course.”
~
They left the apartment with a peck on the cheek and a “See you later”. The domesticity of their relationship never really bothered Brendon, as it was all he had ever hoped for. He knew that being gay meant he couldn’t have the cliché husband-wife life, but all his life he lived in fear that he would never have someone to wash dishes with or fold laundry while listening to awesome music with. And sure they had quite a bit of arguing, but they always made up. It was luck and a little bit of fate that drew him to Ryan. A friend of a friend of a friend had introduced them offhandedly at a party before leaving to get wasted. They spent hours talking in the corner of the bar, and when it was time to call it a night, Brendon smiled, gave Ryan his phone number and said “See you later” instead of the customary one night stand that people usually picked up at parties like those.
It was the sureness of Brendon’s voice that had stuck in Ryan’s mind. “See you later,” like a promise.
There were times, like this, that Brendon felt like everything was going perfectly. But there were also times that the discouraging words and hateful remarks of his peers and parents got to him. Those days he would spend alone in his room while Ryan was at work, feeling sorry for himself and refusing to get out of bed.
But luckily, this was not one of those days.
Work went unusually well for Brendon that day; his crappy part time office job seemed actually pleasant. His boss called in sick with the flu so his co-workers were less tense, Jon dropped by and talked for a while, and, miraculously, there was one last cupcake left in the lunchroom. Licking butter-cream frosting off his fingers and plopping down at his desk, his phone rang. It was his mother calling to say she hoped he was doing well in his classes and good luck and all that stuff. The calls from his mother were rare, but she was trying. It wasn’t easy for her to let go of the dream she had of a handful of grandchildren to spoil, but she really did love him. He knew that.
He had still clung to the idea of the college degree, though he was only taking a few classes at a time. He had to afford rent somehow, and Ryan’s income wasn’t enough to keep up the cost of living. So he settled for taking evening classes and getting a temp job. It wasn’t always easy or pleasant, but it meant that he had a sofa to watch movies on with Ryan.
The first class’ teacher decided to show a movie that he’d already seen, and the second class got canceled for that night. He was flying high and happy that Monday.
Looking back, it might have been a string of good luck that had to be broken, or possibly just the schedule change from his canceled class that caused it, but on his way home an hour early, head high and bounce in his step, Brendon got into an accident.
Part 2
A/N: Part two will be posted on Friday. :] Thanks for reading!
Author: melody_so_sweet
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
POV: 3rd omniscient
Summary: Some days, Brendon felt like he had everything that he would ever want. Looking back, that Monday was one of those days. At least it was, until his luck ran out
Disclaimer: All characters and events are fictional. I do not own any brand name mentioned, and any similarities you may find are purely coincidental.
Beta: lumberxjill
Author Notes: This started as a drabble and quickly demanded to be more. It was originally one long story that I had to break into parts, so apologies for any strange chapter breaking and cliffhangers.
There were some days when Brendon felt like his life was full. Everything he could have ever needed, he had. That’s not to say he didn’t have problems, but he always seemed to make it work. Life always ended up turning out alright, if not better than he expected. And when he really thought back, that Monday was one of those days.
In the very early hours of the morning there was a movie playing on the TV, volume turned down low for either the sake of the neighboring apartments or honor of the quiet itself. Which movie didn’t matter; it was the unsteady flashing of lights and quiet murmur of the characters they had put it on for. Brendon lay across the sofa with his head on Ryan’s lap, half awake and half asleep. The voices on the screen had just started to sound distant, like they were lifting up out of his head as he sunk down, deeper into the warmness of sleep. The fingers threading through his hair weren’t doing too much for keeping him conscious either.
Ryan leaned back against the backrest of the sofa, half-heartedly watching the screen and absently petting Brendon’s hair. It was getting to the length where his fingers would almost completely disappear when he wiggled them under the soft brown strands. He liked that. A yawn bubbled up from his lungs, but he wasn’t quite tired enough to fall asleep yet. Though, he could tell that Brendon was almost completely gone by now. It was pretty rare for Brendon to stay awake through a whole movie.
They did this every now and then, after a long day of work and school and dishes and laundry. One of them would say, “Wanna watch a movie?” and they’d pick a random DVD off the shelf, sometimes jokingly arguing about which one, but they never really watched it anyway. Then, they’d snuggle up on the old, worn sofa and let the flashing colors playing on the walls lull them to sleep.
These days, Brendon decided, were what he missed the most.
~
Brendon woke mid-morning to Ryan’s heart beating slowly underneath his ear, ticking away, and perfect as always. The ten o’clock light streamed through the floating dust particles and onto the dim apartment floor. Brendon blinked a few times to focus his eyes and yawned.
“Awake?” Ryan whispered above his head, always the first to rise and last to sleep.
“Sort of,” Brendon said, voice muffled a little because he refused to lift his face from Ryan’s warm, bare chest.
“Breakfast?”
Brendon smiled against smooth skin. “Yes please.”
“You’ll have to move first,” Ryan chuckled, the vibrations causing little tremors in his stomach, which Brendon was still using as his pillow.
With an exasperated sigh, Brendon stretched his heavy limbs and stiff muscles and sat up at the edge of the sofa, no longer as warm as he was a few moments ago. The room was the same as it had been the night before, soda cans strewn across the coffee table, along with magazines and textbooks. The T.V. displayed the title credits for the movie they had watched, still running the same loop of slides showing smiling characters and cheery scenes from the movie.
Ryan made a clink in the kitchen and a few seconds later was the click of their stove turning on. Brendon rocked onto his feet and stretched his arms up as high as they could reach. His feet padded softly on the tile of the kitchen when he entered. Ryan turned around and smiled, pointing to the chair at the table.
“Sit. Yours is almost done.”
Brendon did as told, rubbing his eyes again in attempt to rid them of sleep. He blinked and looked toward Ryan, who was facing away at the stove. The hem of his sweatpants sat low on his hips, as they usually did after a night of sleep. The muscles of his back moved with his arms in long, flowing lines, and Brendon laughed silently. He must have told Ryan a thousand times not to cook without a shirt. Things splatter sometimes, and often those things are boiling hot.
A few minutes of shameless staring later, Ryan turned around with the skillet and slid a pancake onto Brendon’s plate. But not just any pancake, this one was a combination of three, shaped like a Mickey Mouse.
Brendon giggled and looked up at Ryan. “Did you really just make me a Mickey Mouse pancake?”
“Yep, want another?”
Snort. Silly question. “Of course.”
~
They left the apartment with a peck on the cheek and a “See you later”. The domesticity of their relationship never really bothered Brendon, as it was all he had ever hoped for. He knew that being gay meant he couldn’t have the cliché husband-wife life, but all his life he lived in fear that he would never have someone to wash dishes with or fold laundry while listening to awesome music with. And sure they had quite a bit of arguing, but they always made up. It was luck and a little bit of fate that drew him to Ryan. A friend of a friend of a friend had introduced them offhandedly at a party before leaving to get wasted. They spent hours talking in the corner of the bar, and when it was time to call it a night, Brendon smiled, gave Ryan his phone number and said “See you later” instead of the customary one night stand that people usually picked up at parties like those.
It was the sureness of Brendon’s voice that had stuck in Ryan’s mind. “See you later,” like a promise.
There were times, like this, that Brendon felt like everything was going perfectly. But there were also times that the discouraging words and hateful remarks of his peers and parents got to him. Those days he would spend alone in his room while Ryan was at work, feeling sorry for himself and refusing to get out of bed.
But luckily, this was not one of those days.
Work went unusually well for Brendon that day; his crappy part time office job seemed actually pleasant. His boss called in sick with the flu so his co-workers were less tense, Jon dropped by and talked for a while, and, miraculously, there was one last cupcake left in the lunchroom. Licking butter-cream frosting off his fingers and plopping down at his desk, his phone rang. It was his mother calling to say she hoped he was doing well in his classes and good luck and all that stuff. The calls from his mother were rare, but she was trying. It wasn’t easy for her to let go of the dream she had of a handful of grandchildren to spoil, but she really did love him. He knew that.
He had still clung to the idea of the college degree, though he was only taking a few classes at a time. He had to afford rent somehow, and Ryan’s income wasn’t enough to keep up the cost of living. So he settled for taking evening classes and getting a temp job. It wasn’t always easy or pleasant, but it meant that he had a sofa to watch movies on with Ryan.
The first class’ teacher decided to show a movie that he’d already seen, and the second class got canceled for that night. He was flying high and happy that Monday.
Looking back, it might have been a string of good luck that had to be broken, or possibly just the schedule change from his canceled class that caused it, but on his way home an hour early, head high and bounce in his step, Brendon got into an accident.
Part 2
A/N: Part two will be posted on Friday. :] Thanks for reading!