I could be the fly on your wall (chapter 3)
Title: I could be the fly on your wall
Author: Sarcasticweathe
Rating: um.. I'm really bad with rating but it's fairly tame at the moment so PG (with occasional swearing)
Characters: Ryan, Brendon, Spencer, Jon, Pete, Patrick, William, Gabe, Sisky, Mike
Pairings: Rydon
Warnings: A bit of angst and light swearing (nothing too bad)
POV: 1st person, Ryan
Summary: Ryan's been in love with Brendon for so long, too long, something has to give. Just your usual Ontour!fic but hey :)
Disclaimer: Yeah.. for this to be true I'd have to be Ryan Ross, and if I was Ryan this would be a hell of a lot better written ;)
Author's Note: This is my first fic so :D I warn you it's unbeta'd so..
"This is a really bad idea, the boss will kill us.."
"The boss? Patrick, you do know I'm the boss right?"
"Oh.. yeah"
"And as the boss I can make you--"
I quickly cut Pete's no doubt perverted order off with a loud groan.
"Who's the-- Ryan? Are you okay? What are you doing here?"
"Erm.. I could ask you the same question" I replied to buy me time to work out where I was exactly and why my neck was so stiff"
"Hehe, use your imagination" Was Pete's reply, earning him several kicks from Patrick.
I was surrounded by green, this clearly wasn't my room, this clearly wasn't anyone's room.
Then it hit me.
I was back in the forest where me and Brendon were yesterday. Under the same tree.
"Well anyway, Brendon will be happy to hear we found you, he's been going around asking everyone if they've seen you"
"He even went to the Cobra's bus.." Pete added
"What!?"
"Yeah Gabe was pretty pissed to be woken up, I just spent the last hour on the phone to Brendon trying to convince him I hadn't kicked you off the label for.. drunk and disorderly behaviour"
"That would be pretty hypocritical of y-- Ryan, where are.."
The trees consumed the rest of the sentence as I raced out of the forest towards the tour bus, to him. I was so distracted in what I'd say to Brendon I didn't notice the figure until I'd collided into him.
"Er, sorry" I said hastily trying to untangle myself from him.
"Ryan?"
I stopped trying to free myself upon hearing that familiar voice.
"Brendon?"
He shifted so he was facing me, with me still on top of him, our faces inches away. I was about to get up when he pulled me down into a hug.
"Oh thank god, Gabe said Pete had kicked you off the label and then I called Pete and he said he hadn't and I asked Bill and he told me to piss off and- and.."
I forgot that Brendon regresses when he's worried, and there's nothing more obnoxious than a childish Brendon. I prised myself way from his hold.
"Jesus Bren, it's 20 to 11, doncha think it's a little early to be sending out the search party, plus you should know better than to believe anything Gabe says, especially this early in the morning, and do you honestly think I'd get that drunk that.."
I hesitated when I saw Brendon's face, he was looking at the ground, at his hands, everywhere but at me and he was biting his lip like he does when he's trying not to cry.
I'd promised myself that I'd never make Brendon cry.
"Brendon I'm.."
"I'm sorry Ry.. I'm really.." with that he ran off
I looked to see we'd had an audience.
An awkward looking Gabe holding a rather nervous looking William but the waist and to his right, Spencer, just shaking his head disappointedly.
Too much?
Ya think?
Sorry for the shortness but I think it would work better as a short chapter than with a longer one. Chapter 4 soon..ish... maybe :)
Author: Sarcasticweathe
Rating: um.. I'm really bad with rating but it's fairly tame at the moment so PG (with occasional swearing)
Characters: Ryan, Brendon, Spencer, Jon, Pete, Patrick, William, Gabe, Sisky, Mike
Pairings: Rydon
Warnings: A bit of angst and light swearing (nothing too bad)
POV: 1st person, Ryan
Summary: Ryan's been in love with Brendon for so long, too long, something has to give. Just your usual Ontour!fic but hey :)
Disclaimer: Yeah.. for this to be true I'd have to be Ryan Ross, and if I was Ryan this would be a hell of a lot better written ;)
Author's Note: This is my first fic so :D I warn you it's unbeta'd so..
"This is a really bad idea, the boss will kill us.."
"The boss? Patrick, you do know I'm the boss right?"
"Oh.. yeah"
"And as the boss I can make you--"
I quickly cut Pete's no doubt perverted order off with a loud groan.
"Who's the-- Ryan? Are you okay? What are you doing here?"
"Erm.. I could ask you the same question" I replied to buy me time to work out where I was exactly and why my neck was so stiff"
"Hehe, use your imagination" Was Pete's reply, earning him several kicks from Patrick.
I was surrounded by green, this clearly wasn't my room, this clearly wasn't anyone's room.
Then it hit me.
I was back in the forest where me and Brendon were yesterday. Under the same tree.
"Well anyway, Brendon will be happy to hear we found you, he's been going around asking everyone if they've seen you"
"He even went to the Cobra's bus.." Pete added
"What!?"
"Yeah Gabe was pretty pissed to be woken up, I just spent the last hour on the phone to Brendon trying to convince him I hadn't kicked you off the label for.. drunk and disorderly behaviour"
"That would be pretty hypocritical of y-- Ryan, where are.."
The trees consumed the rest of the sentence as I raced out of the forest towards the tour bus, to him. I was so distracted in what I'd say to Brendon I didn't notice the figure until I'd collided into him.
"Er, sorry" I said hastily trying to untangle myself from him.
"Ryan?"
I stopped trying to free myself upon hearing that familiar voice.
"Brendon?"
He shifted so he was facing me, with me still on top of him, our faces inches away. I was about to get up when he pulled me down into a hug.
"Oh thank god, Gabe said Pete had kicked you off the label and then I called Pete and he said he hadn't and I asked Bill and he told me to piss off and- and.."
I forgot that Brendon regresses when he's worried, and there's nothing more obnoxious than a childish Brendon. I prised myself way from his hold.
"Jesus Bren, it's 20 to 11, doncha think it's a little early to be sending out the search party, plus you should know better than to believe anything Gabe says, especially this early in the morning, and do you honestly think I'd get that drunk that.."
I hesitated when I saw Brendon's face, he was looking at the ground, at his hands, everywhere but at me and he was biting his lip like he does when he's trying not to cry.
I'd promised myself that I'd never make Brendon cry.
"Brendon I'm.."
"I'm sorry Ry.. I'm really.." with that he ran off
I looked to see we'd had an audience.
An awkward looking Gabe holding a rather nervous looking William but the waist and to his right, Spencer, just shaking his head disappointedly.
Too much?
Ya think?
Sorry for the shortness but I think it would work better as a short chapter than with a longer one. Chapter 4 soon..ish... maybe :)