Catching the Rain [16/20]
Title: Catching the Rain
Author: xstockpiledmmrs
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Third, Ryan-centric
Disclaimer: Not true
Summary: Ryan didn’t need Brendon to help him with everything.
Author's Notes: Not much of a chapter, and it's short. I guess it's likea filler, really.
Previous: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15
CATCHING THE RAIN
TUESDAY 8:54 P.M.
When Ryan had woken up that morning, Brendon wasn’t there.
When Ryan had come home from work that evening, Brendon still wasn’t there.
As much as he hated to admit it, it scared Ryan to come home to an empty house, all the lights off and no male cooking him a nice dinner in the kitchen. He shook his head, opening the fridge and sticking his head in to look for something to eat.
Nothing.
Brendon had always packed leftovers into his briefcase the night before, so he could just stay at the office and eat lunch without having to spend money. Brendon was always doing things like that, thinking of him.
Ryan wrinkled his nose as he shut the refrigerator door, practically stomping into the living room and falling onto the couch. He blinked his eyes in the dark, remembering that Brendon had always turned on the Christmas lights, so the room was never dark. He reached over blindly, turning on the lamp that was on an end table.
His gaze traveled to the Christmas tree, then down at all of the presents lying underneath it. Ryan frowned, seeing that Brendon had added some gifts to the pile, and he dropped to his knees, crawling towards the tree. He picked up one of the wrapped boxes, reading the gift tag.
Ryan ran a long finger carefully over each letter before setting the present back, picking up another one labeled to him. He repeated that process, looking over each of the gift tags with a frown. Each one of them was the same, but that didn’t really matter to him. It was simply the words that were written on them.
“Love, your Brendon,” Ryan whispered to himself as he placed the last present addressed to him back under the tree, staring at one of the round ornaments hanging off of the tree in front of him. He sighed, crawling towards the wall and placing the numerous plugs into the outlet. He looked up, the room instantly lighting up with the bright red and green lights.
He stood up, continuing his way through the house and turning on all of the lights. Ryan decided he’d just leave them all on until morning, unplugging them then.
Yeah.
He could do this.
Ryan didn’t need Brendon to help him with everything.
He could handle things just fine on his own.
--
FRIDAY 10:08 P.M. CHRISTMAS EVE
Ryan stumbled out of bed as he heard the doorbell ring, echoing through the quiet house. He moved towards the door, only tripping over random things around five times. He finally managed to make it to the door without killing himself, and he turned the locks, opening it.
“Merry Christmas, George Ryan Ross the Third!” Brendon said with a bright smile, looking up at Ryan.
“Wait.. what?”
Brendon grinned, slowly pushing his way into the house. “Your name is George Ryan Ross, named after your father. You have two brothers who are a disgrace to your family. Your best friend is Spencer James Smith, and he currently has a girlfriend named Haley and a baby named Edith. Your first girlfriend was a girl named Sara, who was anything but perfection.”
Ryan opened his mouth to speak, but Brendon shut the door, pressing a finger to his lips.
“Your father pressured you into being perfect, and he died in the summer of 2006. You feel lost and lonely without him, and you’re scared to do things that you think would make him unhappy. You had to go to counseling for a year after he died, because you didn’t know what else to do. You dislike big homes, because they seem empty to you. You have only left Las Vegas, Nevada twice, and one time was because your mom was scared of your dad, so you went to California for two days to stay with your Aunt Carly and Uncle Tim. Your favorite kind of chocolate is the Kinder chocolate that you get from Germany, even though it’s expensive.” Brendon took a breath, tugging Ryan towards the bedroom. “You changed your name to Ryan when you were fifteen, because at the time you didn’t like people to think you were like your dad. Spencer has been your best friend since he was four, and since you were five. You went to Bishop Gorman High School, and were basically a camera whore, posting pictures of yourself without your shirt on onto LiveJournal. You also love to play the guitar, but I kind of guessed that myself because there’s three of them hidden in the closet.”
Brendon sat down on the bed, leaving a speechless Ryan standing by the door. “Would you like me to go on?”
Ryan quickly shook his head, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and turning to look at the male. “How’d you find all of that out?”
“I have my ways.” Brendon replied with a grin, snaking his arms around Ryan’s waist. “I know everything You just never gave me a chance to tell you.”
“I noticed,” Ryan mumbled, leaning into Brendon’s touch, “It scares me.”
“But I know you now. I can really love you. And you can love me too!” Brendon placed his hand under Ryan’s chin, lifting his head up so that their gazes locked. “George Ryan Ross, I love you. I didn’t even need to know you to know that I loved you. Knowing everything about you just makes me love you more.”
Ryan blinked, biting his lip. “But-“
“Ssh, it’s okay. There’s always time for you to learn what our love is, as well,” Brendon said softly, leaning forward and connecting their lips together. It was a short, sweet kiss, and Ryan could feel the emotion Brendon put into it as they stared at each other, foreheads pressed together.
“I’m sorry that I’m so stubborn.” Ryan slowly brushed his fingers through Brendon’s hair, letting him lay them down on top of the crumpled sheets.
Brendon smiled slightly, kicking off his shoes and then his pants, quickly returning to holding Ryan again. “Don’t worry. It doesn’t make me love you any less.” Brendon lifted the comforter out from underneath Ryan, pulling it over their forms.
“I’ll wait for you,” Brendon whispered into his ear, pressing a soft kiss to it while Ryan slowly started to drift off to sleep.
Author: xstockpiledmmrs
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Third, Ryan-centric
Disclaimer: Not true
Summary: Ryan didn’t need Brendon to help him with everything.
Author's Notes: Not much of a chapter, and it's short. I guess it's likea filler, really.
Previous: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15
CATCHING THE RAIN
TUESDAY 8:54 P.M.
When Ryan had woken up that morning, Brendon wasn’t there.
When Ryan had come home from work that evening, Brendon still wasn’t there.
As much as he hated to admit it, it scared Ryan to come home to an empty house, all the lights off and no male cooking him a nice dinner in the kitchen. He shook his head, opening the fridge and sticking his head in to look for something to eat.
Nothing.
Brendon had always packed leftovers into his briefcase the night before, so he could just stay at the office and eat lunch without having to spend money. Brendon was always doing things like that, thinking of him.
Ryan wrinkled his nose as he shut the refrigerator door, practically stomping into the living room and falling onto the couch. He blinked his eyes in the dark, remembering that Brendon had always turned on the Christmas lights, so the room was never dark. He reached over blindly, turning on the lamp that was on an end table.
His gaze traveled to the Christmas tree, then down at all of the presents lying underneath it. Ryan frowned, seeing that Brendon had added some gifts to the pile, and he dropped to his knees, crawling towards the tree. He picked up one of the wrapped boxes, reading the gift tag.
Ryan ran a long finger carefully over each letter before setting the present back, picking up another one labeled to him. He repeated that process, looking over each of the gift tags with a frown. Each one of them was the same, but that didn’t really matter to him. It was simply the words that were written on them.
“Love, your Brendon,” Ryan whispered to himself as he placed the last present addressed to him back under the tree, staring at one of the round ornaments hanging off of the tree in front of him. He sighed, crawling towards the wall and placing the numerous plugs into the outlet. He looked up, the room instantly lighting up with the bright red and green lights.
He stood up, continuing his way through the house and turning on all of the lights. Ryan decided he’d just leave them all on until morning, unplugging them then.
Yeah.
He could do this.
Ryan didn’t need Brendon to help him with everything.
He could handle things just fine on his own.
--
FRIDAY 10:08 P.M. CHRISTMAS EVE
Ryan stumbled out of bed as he heard the doorbell ring, echoing through the quiet house. He moved towards the door, only tripping over random things around five times. He finally managed to make it to the door without killing himself, and he turned the locks, opening it.
“Merry Christmas, George Ryan Ross the Third!” Brendon said with a bright smile, looking up at Ryan.
“Wait.. what?”
Brendon grinned, slowly pushing his way into the house. “Your name is George Ryan Ross, named after your father. You have two brothers who are a disgrace to your family. Your best friend is Spencer James Smith, and he currently has a girlfriend named Haley and a baby named Edith. Your first girlfriend was a girl named Sara, who was anything but perfection.”
Ryan opened his mouth to speak, but Brendon shut the door, pressing a finger to his lips.
“Your father pressured you into being perfect, and he died in the summer of 2006. You feel lost and lonely without him, and you’re scared to do things that you think would make him unhappy. You had to go to counseling for a year after he died, because you didn’t know what else to do. You dislike big homes, because they seem empty to you. You have only left Las Vegas, Nevada twice, and one time was because your mom was scared of your dad, so you went to California for two days to stay with your Aunt Carly and Uncle Tim. Your favorite kind of chocolate is the Kinder chocolate that you get from Germany, even though it’s expensive.” Brendon took a breath, tugging Ryan towards the bedroom. “You changed your name to Ryan when you were fifteen, because at the time you didn’t like people to think you were like your dad. Spencer has been your best friend since he was four, and since you were five. You went to Bishop Gorman High School, and were basically a camera whore, posting pictures of yourself without your shirt on onto LiveJournal. You also love to play the guitar, but I kind of guessed that myself because there’s three of them hidden in the closet.”
Brendon sat down on the bed, leaving a speechless Ryan standing by the door. “Would you like me to go on?”
Ryan quickly shook his head, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and turning to look at the male. “How’d you find all of that out?”
“I have my ways.” Brendon replied with a grin, snaking his arms around Ryan’s waist. “I know everything You just never gave me a chance to tell you.”
“I noticed,” Ryan mumbled, leaning into Brendon’s touch, “It scares me.”
“But I know you now. I can really love you. And you can love me too!” Brendon placed his hand under Ryan’s chin, lifting his head up so that their gazes locked. “George Ryan Ross, I love you. I didn’t even need to know you to know that I loved you. Knowing everything about you just makes me love you more.”
Ryan blinked, biting his lip. “But-“
“Ssh, it’s okay. There’s always time for you to learn what our love is, as well,” Brendon said softly, leaning forward and connecting their lips together. It was a short, sweet kiss, and Ryan could feel the emotion Brendon put into it as they stared at each other, foreheads pressed together.
“I’m sorry that I’m so stubborn.” Ryan slowly brushed his fingers through Brendon’s hair, letting him lay them down on top of the crumpled sheets.
Brendon smiled slightly, kicking off his shoes and then his pants, quickly returning to holding Ryan again. “Don’t worry. It doesn’t make me love you any less.” Brendon lifted the comforter out from underneath Ryan, pulling it over their forms.
“I’ll wait for you,” Brendon whispered into his ear, pressing a soft kiss to it while Ryan slowly started to drift off to sleep.