Fic: If You Were a Movie, This Would be Your Soundtrack (One Shot)
Rating: PG/PG-13 (Just swearing really)
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon
POV: First (Brendon's)
Summary: Brendon's anxious for Summer to start
Author's Note: Birthday fic for Zoe, yay~
Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction. I don't own the characters. I'm only responsible for the plot line.
I open my locker and shove my book in quickly, eager to get out of the school as fast as possible. The year has dragged by so badly, and all I want is to go home and the first week of summer catching up on sleep.
“Hey,” I hear a voice say softly near my ear. I smile, recognizing the voice immediately and turn around to see Ryan. He returns my smile and I feel my own widen.
“Hi,” I say cheerily, slamming my locker shut behind me. “What are you up to right now?” I ask watching him grab my hand and play with my fingers. He shrugs, dropping my hand to reach into his backpack. I watch as he extracts a bright green CD case, decorated in small, neat handwriting.
“I made this for you,” he says, blushing as he hands it over to me. I glance through the titles, recognizing only a few. “They’re all songs that remind me of you, and yeah, I thought you’d like them. But it’s okay if you don’t, I mean, I just thought…” He stumbles over his words a little, trailing off and I smile more. He’s too cute. I lean forward, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.
“Thank you,” I murmur out, my lips still close to his ear. I pull away, still smiling and gesture to the CD. “Seriously, this is great, Ry.” He smiles a little, blushing an even deeper shade of red. I chuckle and reach out, grasping his hand in mine. “Let’s go to my house, we can watch a movie or something?” I end it as a question, not really wanting to full-on ask him to come over. To me, that always just sounded lame.
I watch as he mulls it over a moment before nodding. “Yeah,” he says slowly, before he seems to have a realization. “Yeah, that’d be perfect actually.” He gives me a small smile that I’m quick to return before I walk away from my locker, pulling him after me. I half-drag him through the hallway before he gets the clue and starts to walk closer to my own pace. I feel him step on the backs of my converse a few times, muttering a quick “sorry” after each occurrence. I brush it off, it’s not a big deal. Happens every day in the crowded halls anyways.
We finally make it out of school and cross the quickly emptying parking lot to my crappy, red Grand Prix that I got as a hand-me-down from my brother last April. Not that I was complaining. At least it was a car, right? I drop Ryan’s hand, and walk to the driver’s side, unlocking the door and leaning across the seat to unlock the passenger door. Ryan slides in carefully, as if he was afraid he’d ruin the stained, grey fabric underneath him.
“Ry, you don’t have to be so careful. The car’s already beat to shit anyways.” I toss my bag into the back seat and shove the key into the ignition, quickly turning it and roaring the car to life. Ryan shrugs and reaches back to retrieve the CD from my discarded bag. He pops the case open and slides it in the player, cranking the volume as I pull out of the parking space and file into the long line of cars waiting to exit the lot. A white noise-like static fills the car before the intro to the first song begins.
It’s a slow intro and sounds almost country-like in the beginning. I pick up the case, scanning the list and see the title. Shooting a glance at Ryan, I raise an eyebrow. “Hope I Don’t Fall in Love with You?” I ask with a teasing tone evident in my voice.
He blushes and looks out the window. “It reminds me of when we first started hanging out a lot,” he says quietly, growing redder by the second. I smile and reach over to grab his hand, but he swats it away. “Focus on driving,” he teases, giving me a small smile. I laugh and return my hands to the wheel, making sure to exaggerate the “10 and 2” position.
The song ends and I hear a short pause before the sound of inhaling comes from the speakers. I turn to Ryan and smile widely. “I love this song,” I rush out before turning the volume up louder. He knows Taking Back Sunday was one of my favorite bands. I see him smile and settle into his seat a little more. I sing along obnoxiously, knowing it always makes Ryan laugh. He giggles a little and starts to join in, both of us belting out the final repeat of the chorus. As the song dwindles down, I pull into my drive way and quickly pop out the CD.
“We can finish it inside if you want,” I suggest as I throw it back in the case and grab my bag from the backseat. Ryan nods and gives me a small smile before grabbing his own bag and exiting the car, still cautious with the seat. I roll my eyes and get out, slamming my door behind me, not even bothering to lock it. Not like I had anything I’d actually miss if someone were to want to steal from it.
I meet Ryan at the front of my car and hook our hands again before leading us up the sidewalk. I swing our hands obnoxiously between us and he laughs, ripping his hand as gently as he can out of my grasp. I pull a fake, over-exaggerated pout and he laughs, swatting at my arm before darting quickly to the door. Laughing, I race after him and catch him before he can yank the door open and disappear inside.
“Gotcha!” I cry out, throwing my arms around his middle, pulling him away from the door. He squeals as I pick him up bridal style and smirk at him. “You should probably run a little faster next time.” He pouts, mimicking mine from earlier and I chuckle, shaking my head a little.
I pull the door open, still keeping a grip on my “bride” and cross over the threshold into the cool, darkened hallway.
“You can put me down now,” Ryan murmurs meekly but I smirk at him and shake my head again.
“Nah,” I say. “I think I’ll carry you around like this forever. You’re tiny so it makes it all too easy.” He rolls his eyes and I laugh before sitting him down. “Fiiiine,” I say, extending the word to at least 5 syllables. “Do you want anything to eat?” I ask gesturing towards the kitchen. I watch him chew on his lip, considering the thought but he shakes his head quickly.
“I’m okay,” He says quietly. “Thank you though.” He smiles and leans up to kiss my cheek. I return the smile and grab his hand.
“Let’s go,” I say, walking backwards and pulling him up the stairs. He follows, laughing when I trip backwards over a stair and end up sprawled out over my ass. He’s quick to help me up and takes the lead allowing me to walk facing forward again. I open the door to my bed room and rush past Ryan, flopping face first onto my plush, queen-sized bed.
“Ugh,” I grunt out. I hear Ryan moving around at my dresser, messing with the stereo. Soon music fills the air and I recognize it. All These Things That I’ve Done by The Killers. I smile a little into my pillow and feel Ryan sink down next to me. “I never want to leave this bed. Let’s spend all summer in it, okay?” I turn my head and he smiles a little at me and nods before running his hand through my hair. I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of his thin fingers twisting and weaving around my head and let out a sigh of content.
He sighs, and I open my eyes to look at him. “You alright, Ry?” He shrugs and I sit up a little. “What’s wrong?” I press and he avoids my gaze, looking at my bookshelf against the opposite wall. I reach out and weave my fingers with his and he drops his gaze back mine. “Ry, please tell me what’s wrong.”
He sighs and looks at his lap. “I’m just sick of my dad lately,” He mumbles under his breath, making it so I have to lean closer to hear what he’s saying. “His drinking has gotten worse and I hate that it tore my family apart.” His voice chokes a little and I see a couple tears run down his cheeks and drop into his lap.
“Aw, Ry,” I offer quietly before pulling him close to me and wrapping my arms around him tight. I feel him take in a shaky breath as his tears start to soak through my thin t-shirt. Rubbing his back softly, I press quick kisses to the top of his head. “It’s okay, Ry. It’ll get better, I promise.” He nods into my chest and I keep my arms tight around him, swaying a little.
I’m not sure how long we sit like this, but it’s enough that eventually the CD restarts. Ryan sighs, pulling away and wiping at his eyes.
“Thanks,” he says softly, giving me a small smile. I shrug and smile back.
“Not a big deal,” I say, brushing it off.
“Is there anything you need to talk about or anything?” He asks, searching my eyes. I shake my head.
“No, I think I’m good,” I start. “But I think we should talk about how cute and perfect you are. Ryan laughs and swats at my arm before pushing me onto my back and curling against my chest.
“You’re such a dork,” he says looking up at me.
“Yeah, but I’m you’re dork.” We both laugh and listen to the CD replay before both drifting off into sleep. I had a feeling this was going to be a good summer.
CD Playlist:
1. Hope I Don’t Fall in Love with You - Tom Waits
2. MakeDamnSure - Taking Back Sunday
3. All These Things That I’ve Done - The Killers
4. Feelin’ This - blink-182
5. Okay I Believe You (But My Tommy Gun Don’t) - Brand New
6. Helena - My Chemical Romance
7. Bullet with Butterfly Wings - Smashing Pumpkins
8. Thunder - Boys Like Girls
9. I Miss You - blink-182
10. Disenchanted - My Chemical Romance
11. Jesus Christ - Brand New
12. You Got Me - Taking Back Sunday
13. I Only Have Eyes for You - The Flamingos
14. Tonight, Tonight - Smashing Pumpkins