Catching the Rain [5]
Title: Catching the Rain
Author: xstockpiledmmrs
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ryan/?
POV: Third, Ryan-centric
Disclaimer: Not true
Summary: “What are you doing in my bed?”
Author's Notes:
Previous: 1 2 3 4
Catching the Rain
WEDNESDAY 6:42 P.M.
Ryan had easily fallen back into his pattern an hour after Brendon had left, going grocery shopping and getting a new stock of cereal, milk, and microwave dinners. He continued Tuesday and the beginning of Wednesday perfectly, experiencing nothing out of the ordinary. Just the way he liked it.
However, just as Ryan was putting in one of his dinners into the microwave, his phone rang from its spot on the kitchen wall, and he stared at it for a few moments. Slowly, he abandoned his meal and moved to the phone, pulling it off of its docking station and moving the receiver up to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Oh my God! Hi Ryan!”
Ryan sighed, tugging at the phone cord, “Hi, Brendon.”
“Are you doing anything right now? Do you want to go hang out with some people?” By the tone of Brendon’s voice, he was obviously pretty excited at the moment.
“I am busy, actually. I have work tomorrow, so I can’t hang out, even if I wanted to. Which I don’t,” Ryan replied, glancing at the watch on his wrist.
“Awh, Ryannnnnn! Don’t you want to have fun?”
“No.”
“Fine, then I’m coming over there myself!”
Before Ryan could say anything, Brendon had hung up the phone, and all Ryan heard was a click, and then the dial tone. He let out a sigh, setting the phone back in its place and going to finish microwaving his dinner.
--
7:18 P.M.
Ryan carefully marked the spot in his book that he was reading and set it down on the coffee table, standing up from the couch and moving towards the door. He all ready knew who was on the other side, especially because there were both knocks on the door, and the ringing of the doorbell.
He opened it slowly, seeing Brendon standing there with a large, toothy grin on his face.
“Oh, Ryan! I missed you!” Brendon cried dramatically, throwing his arms around Ryan’s neck and pretending to sob.
Ryan simply pulled out of the other’s hold, stepping back, “What do you want, Brendon?” He asked, watching Brendon kick his shoes off wildly.
“To hang out with my new best friend, of course! What were you doing?” Brendon asked, prancing into the living room and throwing himself into the recliner.
Running a hand through his hair, he followed after Brendon, choosing to carefully sit himself down on the couch where he had been moments before, “I was reading and enjoying the quiet, thanks.”
“Your house is spooky when it’s quiet.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
“Will you stop it?”
“Why?”
“Because you’re annoying.”
“Why?”
“You just are!”
“Why?”
“Because you’re stupid!”
“Why?”
“I said, SHUT UP!” Ryan shouted, and he could feel himself shaking, the color rushing to his face as he saw Brendon instantly shut his mouth, taken aback from Ryan’s slightly unexpected out burst.
Ryan ran his hands through his hair nervously, looking at anywhere but Brendon. He chewed nervously on the inside of his cheek, his breathing heavy as he tried to calm himself down. Over, and over in his head he replayed a song in his head, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Ryan?” Brendon’s voice was quiet and nervous as he spoke.
“Yes, Brendon?”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Ryan replied, finally looking at the male, “I’m sorry that I yelled at you.”
“It’s okay.”
After that, they fell into a comfortable silence, simply staring at the floor while thoughts whisked through their heads.
--
9:10 P.M.
Ryan stood up as he saw the time on the clock, turning his head towards Brendon’s spot on the recliner. Brendon was fast asleep, and Ryan really didn’t feel like taking the time to wake him and get him out of the house. So, he went down the hall and grabbed the blanket from last time, going back to Brendon and draping it over his sleeping form. He sighed, shutting off the living room light and going to lock the front door.
When all the lights around the house were off, Ryan moved down the hall to his bedroom, shutting the door. The blinds were shut next, and then his clothes were shed, set in a laundry basket placed beside the door.
After he was ready for bed, Ryan curled up underneath his warm blanket, lying his head down on the pillow. He was staring at the wall, not being able to keep a hold on a single thought for more than a few seconds before it drifted out of his mind, lost forever a long with a million other thoughts.
--
THURSDAY 3:51 A.M.
Ryan jolted awake, his breathing heavy when he felt an arm draped over his waist that was most certainly not his. He heard the cracks of thunder outside, and he could see the strikes of lightning lighting up the dark room. He slowly rolled over, coming face to face with Brendon, who was holding onto him tightly.
Ryan wasn’t a big fan of cuddling or anything like that, especially with people he barely even knew. So, he pushed Brendon’s arm away from his waist, then started to shake the boy awake, “Brendon? C’mon, Brendon, wake up.”
Slowly, Brendon opened his eyes, blinking them sleepily, “Huh?”
“What are you doing in my bed?” Ryan asked, frowning slightly.
Brendon shrugged, moving to cling to Ryan again as the thunder sounded once more, “I got scared. The thunder was loud in the living room, and when I tried to turn the lights on, the power was out.”
Ryan sighed, “Well, go back out and light a candle, or something. I need to sleep.”
“Can’t I just sleep here?” Ryan looked down to catch Brendon’s pout, and he squeezed his eyes shut.
Don’t fall victim to the pout. Don’t let him take advantage of you, he thought to himself, and once he thought he had control, he popped his eyes open, only to be met with the sight of Brendon’s damned pout and puppy dog eyes.
“Oh, fine. Just stay on that side of the bed.”
Good going, Ross.
Brendon sighed and nodded, shimmying over to the other side of the bed, and taking most of the blanket with him. Ryan had to wrestle it back after Brendon had fallen asleep, and it didn’t really help, because soon the boy was back, cuddled against him with his head on his chest.
Just what he needed.
Author: xstockpiledmmrs
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ryan/?
POV: Third, Ryan-centric
Disclaimer: Not true
Summary: “What are you doing in my bed?”
Author's Notes:
Previous: 1 2 3 4
Catching the Rain
WEDNESDAY 6:42 P.M.
Ryan had easily fallen back into his pattern an hour after Brendon had left, going grocery shopping and getting a new stock of cereal, milk, and microwave dinners. He continued Tuesday and the beginning of Wednesday perfectly, experiencing nothing out of the ordinary. Just the way he liked it.
However, just as Ryan was putting in one of his dinners into the microwave, his phone rang from its spot on the kitchen wall, and he stared at it for a few moments. Slowly, he abandoned his meal and moved to the phone, pulling it off of its docking station and moving the receiver up to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Oh my God! Hi Ryan!”
Ryan sighed, tugging at the phone cord, “Hi, Brendon.”
“Are you doing anything right now? Do you want to go hang out with some people?” By the tone of Brendon’s voice, he was obviously pretty excited at the moment.
“I am busy, actually. I have work tomorrow, so I can’t hang out, even if I wanted to. Which I don’t,” Ryan replied, glancing at the watch on his wrist.
“Awh, Ryannnnnn! Don’t you want to have fun?”
“No.”
“Fine, then I’m coming over there myself!”
Before Ryan could say anything, Brendon had hung up the phone, and all Ryan heard was a click, and then the dial tone. He let out a sigh, setting the phone back in its place and going to finish microwaving his dinner.
--
7:18 P.M.
Ryan carefully marked the spot in his book that he was reading and set it down on the coffee table, standing up from the couch and moving towards the door. He all ready knew who was on the other side, especially because there were both knocks on the door, and the ringing of the doorbell.
He opened it slowly, seeing Brendon standing there with a large, toothy grin on his face.
“Oh, Ryan! I missed you!” Brendon cried dramatically, throwing his arms around Ryan’s neck and pretending to sob.
Ryan simply pulled out of the other’s hold, stepping back, “What do you want, Brendon?” He asked, watching Brendon kick his shoes off wildly.
“To hang out with my new best friend, of course! What were you doing?” Brendon asked, prancing into the living room and throwing himself into the recliner.
Running a hand through his hair, he followed after Brendon, choosing to carefully sit himself down on the couch where he had been moments before, “I was reading and enjoying the quiet, thanks.”
“Your house is spooky when it’s quiet.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
“Will you stop it?”
“Why?”
“Because you’re annoying.”
“Why?”
“You just are!”
“Why?”
“Because you’re stupid!”
“Why?”
“I said, SHUT UP!” Ryan shouted, and he could feel himself shaking, the color rushing to his face as he saw Brendon instantly shut his mouth, taken aback from Ryan’s slightly unexpected out burst.
Ryan ran his hands through his hair nervously, looking at anywhere but Brendon. He chewed nervously on the inside of his cheek, his breathing heavy as he tried to calm himself down. Over, and over in his head he replayed a song in his head, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Ryan?” Brendon’s voice was quiet and nervous as he spoke.
“Yes, Brendon?”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Ryan replied, finally looking at the male, “I’m sorry that I yelled at you.”
“It’s okay.”
After that, they fell into a comfortable silence, simply staring at the floor while thoughts whisked through their heads.
--
9:10 P.M.
Ryan stood up as he saw the time on the clock, turning his head towards Brendon’s spot on the recliner. Brendon was fast asleep, and Ryan really didn’t feel like taking the time to wake him and get him out of the house. So, he went down the hall and grabbed the blanket from last time, going back to Brendon and draping it over his sleeping form. He sighed, shutting off the living room light and going to lock the front door.
When all the lights around the house were off, Ryan moved down the hall to his bedroom, shutting the door. The blinds were shut next, and then his clothes were shed, set in a laundry basket placed beside the door.
After he was ready for bed, Ryan curled up underneath his warm blanket, lying his head down on the pillow. He was staring at the wall, not being able to keep a hold on a single thought for more than a few seconds before it drifted out of his mind, lost forever a long with a million other thoughts.
--
THURSDAY 3:51 A.M.
Ryan jolted awake, his breathing heavy when he felt an arm draped over his waist that was most certainly not his. He heard the cracks of thunder outside, and he could see the strikes of lightning lighting up the dark room. He slowly rolled over, coming face to face with Brendon, who was holding onto him tightly.
Ryan wasn’t a big fan of cuddling or anything like that, especially with people he barely even knew. So, he pushed Brendon’s arm away from his waist, then started to shake the boy awake, “Brendon? C’mon, Brendon, wake up.”
Slowly, Brendon opened his eyes, blinking them sleepily, “Huh?”
“What are you doing in my bed?” Ryan asked, frowning slightly.
Brendon shrugged, moving to cling to Ryan again as the thunder sounded once more, “I got scared. The thunder was loud in the living room, and when I tried to turn the lights on, the power was out.”
Ryan sighed, “Well, go back out and light a candle, or something. I need to sleep.”
“Can’t I just sleep here?” Ryan looked down to catch Brendon’s pout, and he squeezed his eyes shut.
Don’t fall victim to the pout. Don’t let him take advantage of you, he thought to himself, and once he thought he had control, he popped his eyes open, only to be met with the sight of Brendon’s damned pout and puppy dog eyes.
“Oh, fine. Just stay on that side of the bed.”
Good going, Ross.
Brendon sighed and nodded, shimmying over to the other side of the bed, and taking most of the blanket with him. Ryan had to wrestle it back after Brendon had fallen asleep, and it didn’t really help, because soon the boy was back, cuddled against him with his head on his chest.
Just what he needed.