I could be the fly on your wall (chapter 2)
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..
"Morning"
"Oi, bitch! Get the fuck up"
I groaned, the first voice belonged to Spencer of course, he hated waking people up, while Jon on the other hand felt we deserved it for the terrible crime of not waking up before him. It was unfair, but we got our own back.
"Alright, alright I'm getting up!" I groaned. I looked around as I stretched as loudly and annoyingly as possible, I stopped mid stretch when I noticed I was still lying on the sofa Brendon and I had k--
I blushed at the memory and quickly made my way towards the kitchen before Jon or Spencer noticed.
"Hey where's Brendon" I attempting asking nonchalantly, but failing, horribly, probably..
Jon smiled and rolled his eyes "He hooked up with some girl last night, we haven't seen him since"
My heart sank.
Obviously trying to lose the taste and memory of me.
Or trying to convince himself he's straight.
But he is.
But he kissed you, straight guys don't do that.
He ran out immediately after wards.
Scared of his feelings. For you.
He doesn't have .. wait, who are you?
The voice inside your head, you basically.
Me? Then why are you so damn positive?
The voice shrugged, if that's possible.. Side effect from hanging around Urie so much?
Is talking to oneself another side effect?
Nah, this is because you've been bottling up your feelings, you need to talk to someone about and who better than yourself? Admit it this is the most intelligent conversation you've had in a good while!
Wow, I didn't know I my ego was that big..
My internal monologue was thankfully interrupted by the slamming of the front door, my heart raced as I knew who that would be, as I turned to face him my heart stopped.
"Jesus Bren! What the hell happened to you?" Jon, oh so tactfully voiced what we were all thinking.
"Well we.." Brendon hesitated, rubbing his sore red wrists, clearly handcuffs were used.
His neck and what could be seen of his chest were covered in love bites, and I'm certain if we were to strip him we'd find a lot more less "innocently placed" ones.
It sickened me.
His eyes were blood shot and he had dark circles under his eyes. He looked like he'd been crying. A lot.
"No offense mate, but you look shit!" Jon continued.
During my mini assessment Spencer had gone to make Brendon a coffee.
"Want one?" He called to me gesturing to the machine.
"Er.. yeah, no sugar thanks"
Jon disappeared leaving me and Brendon alone by the front door.
"Er mate" Brendon brushed his hair with his fingers, he only did that when he was nervous. "About last night.."
Crap. This cannot be happening!
Just hear him out, you don't know what he's gonna say yet
Where the hell did you come from?
"Erm, Ryan?"
"Hmm? Oh sorry, just arguing with the voice in my head"
I didn't just say that out loud
"Touche, what's he telling you? If it's about me it's all lies"
He grinned and I smiled weakly back. He looked like he was going to go back to the conversation's original subject so I quickly distracted him.
"So what happened to you?" I asked, my eyes unable to look away from the particularly nasty bruise on his neck.
"It doesn't matter, I'm sorry about how I reacted last night it was.." he paused searching for the right words, I used his silence as my chance
"Last night.. I can't remember what happened, I was soo drunk"
His eyes unfocused as he tried to recall how I acted last night and compare it to the apparent fact that I was drunk.
"Ryan you can't have be--"
"I was so don't worry whatever you did, we're cool"
I quickly left the bus before he could protest further.
"What about you're coffee?" Spencer called after me, I ignored him.
I had got as far as the fall out boy bus, I debated going in but decided against it when I heard yelling and plates smashing (Pete and Patrick were arguing again and we all know what happens after an argument, I'd found out the hard way), when he caught up with me.
"Ryan.. please.. wait" He begged between ragged breaths.
I considered sprinting off but just one look at him told me I couldn't. Damn my stupid heart.
"Thanks"
He leant on me while he tried to regain his breath. I stood there trying not to enjoy it as much as I did.
Finally, his breathing became slower and less audible, he walked towards the start of a forest and curled up at the base of the nearest tree, he motioned for me to join him.
My brain told me to say no, to tell him I don't want my heart broken again, to walk away, to avoid him as much as possible, to only speak to him when necessary, to get over him.
While my brain gave me all those reasons, I walked towards him, curled up next to him and kept as close as physically possible.
It's a cold night and you forgot to take your coat, Brendon won't begrudge you a cuddle.
Oh you're back
Oh yeah like I'm gonna miss a chance like this, go on.
No, I'm not gonna use him, it's wrong.
What if he wants it?
After how he acted last night? I don't think so.
He wanted to talk about it didn't he?
"Ya know talking to yourself is the first sign of madness?"
"W-what.. oh god I wasn't talking out loud was I?!
"Hehe, no sadly not"
"Then how did you.."
"Your eyes go unfocused like your not using them, you seem so far away and your brow furrows like you do when you're pissed off, are you annoyed with the voice?"
"Wow, I wasn't expecting a psychological evaluation.."
Brendon blushed and looked down as if he was embarrassed, did I embarrass him?
"And yeah I'm a bit pissed with him, the voice I mean, he's so damn positive, yet he's part of me, it's weird.."
"Why's he so happy?"
"Side-effect of spending so much time around you" I replied before I realised. I slowly twisted my head to the side to see him wearing the biggest grin I'd ever seen.
"Well.. I'll just have to stay with you 24/7 and see if I can't make the rest of you happy" as he said this he pulled me down on top of him so my head was resting in between his neck and shoulder and his head was nestled in my hair.
Clearly he hasn't learnt his lesson from last night
Or he has but wished class didn't end so soon
Ooh extended metaphor, nice
Thanks, I have more if you wanna..
"Hey! I'm starting to feel left out, include me in one these conversations"
The irony being he's the subject of these conversations
Shut up!
"Seriously let me in, what are you talking about?"
"You" I said lazily.
I then realised what I'd said and tried to get up, but something was anchoring me down. No someone one.
"Hey, hey don't go, please"
He put on his puppy dog eyes, the eyes that not even the greatest will could resist, so of course I had no chance. I lay down again. We were silent for a minute until Brendon broke it.
"So.. what were you saying about me?"
I made to get up, just to shut him up, I knew I wouldn't succeed as he had a vice like grip around my waist.
"Alright, alright sorry" he laughed
If this was a fairytale then we'd lie there for hours not saying anything, not needing to say anything. But this is reality so of course it doesn't work like that.
My stomach ruined the perfect moment with an easily audible grumble.
Maybe he didn't hear it..
"You hungry?"
You were saying?
"Come on" he pushed me off him and jumped up "Crap, it's like half one! We must have been here for... just over two hours"
"Time flies" I muttered, reluctantly getting up and leaving the sanctuary of the trees.
Whatever happens, you'll always have the memories.
Whatever happens? Please, I'd give anything for something to happen.
Famous last words.
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..
"Morning"
"Oi, bitch! Get the fuck up"
I groaned, the first voice belonged to Spencer of course, he hated waking people up, while Jon on the other hand felt we deserved it for the terrible crime of not waking up before him. It was unfair, but we got our own back.
"Alright, alright I'm getting up!" I groaned. I looked around as I stretched as loudly and annoyingly as possible, I stopped mid stretch when I noticed I was still lying on the sofa Brendon and I had k--
I blushed at the memory and quickly made my way towards the kitchen before Jon or Spencer noticed.
"Hey where's Brendon" I attempting asking nonchalantly, but failing, horribly, probably..
Jon smiled and rolled his eyes "He hooked up with some girl last night, we haven't seen him since"
My heart sank.
Obviously trying to lose the taste and memory of me.
Or trying to convince himself he's straight.
But he is.
But he kissed you, straight guys don't do that.
He ran out immediately after wards.
Scared of his feelings. For you.
He doesn't have .. wait, who are you?
The voice inside your head, you basically.
Me? Then why are you so damn positive?
The voice shrugged, if that's possible.. Side effect from hanging around Urie so much?
Is talking to oneself another side effect?
Nah, this is because you've been bottling up your feelings, you need to talk to someone about and who better than yourself? Admit it this is the most intelligent conversation you've had in a good while!
Wow, I didn't know I my ego was that big..
My internal monologue was thankfully interrupted by the slamming of the front door, my heart raced as I knew who that would be, as I turned to face him my heart stopped.
"Jesus Bren! What the hell happened to you?" Jon, oh so tactfully voiced what we were all thinking.
"Well we.." Brendon hesitated, rubbing his sore red wrists, clearly handcuffs were used.
His neck and what could be seen of his chest were covered in love bites, and I'm certain if we were to strip him we'd find a lot more less "innocently placed" ones.
It sickened me.
His eyes were blood shot and he had dark circles under his eyes. He looked like he'd been crying. A lot.
"No offense mate, but you look shit!" Jon continued.
During my mini assessment Spencer had gone to make Brendon a coffee.
"Want one?" He called to me gesturing to the machine.
"Er.. yeah, no sugar thanks"
Jon disappeared leaving me and Brendon alone by the front door.
"Er mate" Brendon brushed his hair with his fingers, he only did that when he was nervous. "About last night.."
Crap. This cannot be happening!
Just hear him out, you don't know what he's gonna say yet
Where the hell did you come from?
"Erm, Ryan?"
"Hmm? Oh sorry, just arguing with the voice in my head"
I didn't just say that out loud
"Touche, what's he telling you? If it's about me it's all lies"
He grinned and I smiled weakly back. He looked like he was going to go back to the conversation's original subject so I quickly distracted him.
"So what happened to you?" I asked, my eyes unable to look away from the particularly nasty bruise on his neck.
"It doesn't matter, I'm sorry about how I reacted last night it was.." he paused searching for the right words, I used his silence as my chance
"Last night.. I can't remember what happened, I was soo drunk"
His eyes unfocused as he tried to recall how I acted last night and compare it to the apparent fact that I was drunk.
"Ryan you can't have be--"
"I was so don't worry whatever you did, we're cool"
I quickly left the bus before he could protest further.
"What about you're coffee?" Spencer called after me, I ignored him.
I had got as far as the fall out boy bus, I debated going in but decided against it when I heard yelling and plates smashing (Pete and Patrick were arguing again and we all know what happens after an argument, I'd found out the hard way), when he caught up with me.
"Ryan.. please.. wait" He begged between ragged breaths.
I considered sprinting off but just one look at him told me I couldn't. Damn my stupid heart.
"Thanks"
He leant on me while he tried to regain his breath. I stood there trying not to enjoy it as much as I did.
Finally, his breathing became slower and less audible, he walked towards the start of a forest and curled up at the base of the nearest tree, he motioned for me to join him.
My brain told me to say no, to tell him I don't want my heart broken again, to walk away, to avoid him as much as possible, to only speak to him when necessary, to get over him.
While my brain gave me all those reasons, I walked towards him, curled up next to him and kept as close as physically possible.
It's a cold night and you forgot to take your coat, Brendon won't begrudge you a cuddle.
Oh you're back
Oh yeah like I'm gonna miss a chance like this, go on.
No, I'm not gonna use him, it's wrong.
What if he wants it?
After how he acted last night? I don't think so.
He wanted to talk about it didn't he?
"Ya know talking to yourself is the first sign of madness?"
"W-what.. oh god I wasn't talking out loud was I?!
"Hehe, no sadly not"
"Then how did you.."
"Your eyes go unfocused like your not using them, you seem so far away and your brow furrows like you do when you're pissed off, are you annoyed with the voice?"
"Wow, I wasn't expecting a psychological evaluation.."
Brendon blushed and looked down as if he was embarrassed, did I embarrass him?
"And yeah I'm a bit pissed with him, the voice I mean, he's so damn positive, yet he's part of me, it's weird.."
"Why's he so happy?"
"Side-effect of spending so much time around you" I replied before I realised. I slowly twisted my head to the side to see him wearing the biggest grin I'd ever seen.
"Well.. I'll just have to stay with you 24/7 and see if I can't make the rest of you happy" as he said this he pulled me down on top of him so my head was resting in between his neck and shoulder and his head was nestled in my hair.
Clearly he hasn't learnt his lesson from last night
Or he has but wished class didn't end so soon
Ooh extended metaphor, nice
Thanks, I have more if you wanna..
"Hey! I'm starting to feel left out, include me in one these conversations"
The irony being he's the subject of these conversations
Shut up!
"Seriously let me in, what are you talking about?"
"You" I said lazily.
I then realised what I'd said and tried to get up, but something was anchoring me down. No someone one.
"Hey, hey don't go, please"
He put on his puppy dog eyes, the eyes that not even the greatest will could resist, so of course I had no chance. I lay down again. We were silent for a minute until Brendon broke it.
"So.. what were you saying about me?"
I made to get up, just to shut him up, I knew I wouldn't succeed as he had a vice like grip around my waist.
"Alright, alright sorry" he laughed
If this was a fairytale then we'd lie there for hours not saying anything, not needing to say anything. But this is reality so of course it doesn't work like that.
My stomach ruined the perfect moment with an easily audible grumble.
Maybe he didn't hear it..
"You hungry?"
You were saying?
"Come on" he pushed me off him and jumped up "Crap, it's like half one! We must have been here for... just over two hours"
"Time flies" I muttered, reluctantly getting up and leaving the sanctuary of the trees.
Whatever happens, you'll always have the memories.
Whatever happens? Please, I'd give anything for something to happen.
Famous last words.