Welcome to the End, Bitch
Title: Welcome to the End, Bitch
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Brendon and Jon are being emo, and Ryan just doesn't get it.
Author Notes: Thanks to sullenriot19 for looking this over for me!
Ryan sometimes thinks his friends are idiots. Or maybe he’s just insensitive.
“I can’t believe it’s over…We’ll never see them, never again.”
Ryan wonders if Brendon will ever let go of his pillow. He wants to go to sleep soon.
“The world is a cruel, dark place, Brendon. Even darker now. I wonder if the sun will rise tomorrow.”
Ryan thinks Jon is being over-dramatic, and doesn’t know if to laugh or be concerned when he notices the shimmer of tears in the corner of his eyes.
“Probably not. I doubt it. There’s no reason to anymore.”
“But at least they were happy.”
“She should have been there. They messed up. She should have never died.”
“She shouldn’t have, I know. But they’re happy. At least they’re happy.”
Ryan really wants to laugh. Jon’s covered his face with his hands, and he looks so lost, so small sprawled out on the floor. Brendon is still clutching onto Ryan’s pillow, and he’s staring blank at nothing but air, eyebrows furrowed and looking desperate for answers. Ryan really wants to laugh. He tries to help, instead. Ryan is a good friend.
“Guys, it’s just a TV show. It’s not like you can’t watch the DVDs everyday, anyway.”
There’s a sharp gasp of air from Brendon, and Jon sits up quick and gives Ryan a menacing glance, shaking his head as he walks to his bunk.
“What did I--”
And Brendon’s jaw is slack, lips still slightly parted in shock. He’s shaking his head at Ryan, too.
“I can’t believe you said that. You do realize that you’re never getting this pillow back now?”
“Are you serious?” Ryan really likes his pillow. It’s the most comfortable one on the whole bus. “I mean it’s just. Jon even said at least it was a happy ending. How is this end of the world?”
“You’re seriously never getting this pillow back. You don’t deserve a good night’s sleep ever again.”
As Brendon stands to leave in the same huff as Jon, Ryan instinctively tilts his head back.
“You don’t even deserve a good night kiss.” So Brendon pats him on the head walks to his bunk.
“What? I don’t fucking understand!”
And Spencer, who’s been sitting reading a magazine the whole time on the floor, just stares at Ryan. Ryan hates Spencer’s know-it-all face.
“It’s Brendon and Jon. And it's The O.C.. The series finale. And you know Brendon never got over Marissa’s death. Summer giving Julie that locket just reminded him of his pain. One last stab to his little heart.”
There’s a muffled cry of song from Brendon’s bunk, and Ryan doesn’t think, even after the millions of times he’s heard Brendon sing it, that “Californaaaa, Here we coooome” has ever sounded so pathetic.
He finally laughs.
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Brendon and Jon are being emo, and Ryan just doesn't get it.
Author Notes: Thanks to sullenriot19 for looking this over for me!
Ryan sometimes thinks his friends are idiots. Or maybe he’s just insensitive.
“I can’t believe it’s over…We’ll never see them, never again.”
Ryan wonders if Brendon will ever let go of his pillow. He wants to go to sleep soon.
“The world is a cruel, dark place, Brendon. Even darker now. I wonder if the sun will rise tomorrow.”
Ryan thinks Jon is being over-dramatic, and doesn’t know if to laugh or be concerned when he notices the shimmer of tears in the corner of his eyes.
“Probably not. I doubt it. There’s no reason to anymore.”
“But at least they were happy.”
“She should have been there. They messed up. She should have never died.”
“She shouldn’t have, I know. But they’re happy. At least they’re happy.”
Ryan really wants to laugh. Jon’s covered his face with his hands, and he looks so lost, so small sprawled out on the floor. Brendon is still clutching onto Ryan’s pillow, and he’s staring blank at nothing but air, eyebrows furrowed and looking desperate for answers. Ryan really wants to laugh. He tries to help, instead. Ryan is a good friend.
“Guys, it’s just a TV show. It’s not like you can’t watch the DVDs everyday, anyway.”
There’s a sharp gasp of air from Brendon, and Jon sits up quick and gives Ryan a menacing glance, shaking his head as he walks to his bunk.
“What did I--”
And Brendon’s jaw is slack, lips still slightly parted in shock. He’s shaking his head at Ryan, too.
“I can’t believe you said that. You do realize that you’re never getting this pillow back now?”
“Are you serious?” Ryan really likes his pillow. It’s the most comfortable one on the whole bus. “I mean it’s just. Jon even said at least it was a happy ending. How is this end of the world?”
“You’re seriously never getting this pillow back. You don’t deserve a good night’s sleep ever again.”
As Brendon stands to leave in the same huff as Jon, Ryan instinctively tilts his head back.
“You don’t even deserve a good night kiss.” So Brendon pats him on the head walks to his bunk.
“What? I don’t fucking understand!”
And Spencer, who’s been sitting reading a magazine the whole time on the floor, just stares at Ryan. Ryan hates Spencer’s know-it-all face.
“It’s Brendon and Jon. And it's The O.C.. The series finale. And you know Brendon never got over Marissa’s death. Summer giving Julie that locket just reminded him of his pain. One last stab to his little heart.”
There’s a muffled cry of song from Brendon’s bunk, and Ryan doesn’t think, even after the millions of times he’s heard Brendon sing it, that “Californaaaa, Here we coooome” has ever sounded so pathetic.
He finally laughs.