Flexible--Rydon--76Ryan feels a little like a bomb-survivor, sitting alone there in that café, all shell-shocked and confused. Then his eyes light upon the pale yellow scarf Trevor has left behind on his chair.
"Fuck," slips out of his mouth before he can help it; a woman with two kids throws him a dirty look. Ryan apologizes to her, then snatches up the scarf and goes running out the door after a boy he's seen disappear too many times.
By the time he gets to the sidewalk, Trevor is nowhere to be seen. Ryan huffs angrily and whips out his cell-phone to send a quick text message. The reply is immediate: "Consider it a gift from me to you. <3"
Smiling despite himself, Ryan pockets his phone and, looking thoughtfully at the scarf in his hands, carefully winds Trevor's last gift around his neck. Thank you, he says, reaching out one last time for the immaterial boy in his head, only to find him gone.
So is it really all that unreasonable for Ryan to return to the apartment with a silly g
"I call not it!" Brent shouts from his bunk.
"Not it!" Spencer echoes, leaned up against the kitchen counter.
"Not it!" shrieks Brendon, jumping all over Ryan's lap to hide himself behind one of the pillows on the couch.
Ryan sighs and gets slowly to his feet. They all sort of actually really maybe possibly totally know who it probably is, and suddenly everyone is very antsy.
An interesting sight greets Trevor's eyes when the door opens: a long and lanky Ryan in an obscure band t-shirt, hair cropped at his chin; Brent peering out from behind what looks like his high school chemistry text book; Spencer standing in the middle of a kitchenette, eyes weary; and a boy he doesn't recognize on the couch with a very pink face.
And oh. That's Trevor standing there. His blonde hair is streaked with purple highlights, but his eyes. Oh. Oh. His blue eyes are still so painfully familiar. And Ryan. Ryan feels like he's fifteen againyoung and scared and so ver
Flexible--Rydon--74"You look someone just dropped a bomb on you," Spencer comments lightly when Ryan re-enters the room, phone clutched to his chest. "Who was it?"
Ryan sits down on the couchthump!not touching Brendon. "It it was Trevor," he says numbly.
Brendon stares guiltily at the floor as Spencer and Brent exchange knowing glances. "Ahh, and how is he?" Spencer asks, but Ryan's not listening anymore. Not really. He's trying to find Trevor in his head, trying to hear his exquisite snarls, but everything is silent as the phone call plays over again in his mind
"Trevor?" Ryan asked incredulously as the bottom of his heart dropped open. "No way "
"Yeah, actually," Trevor said, his voice half teasing.
Ryan slid to the floor and pressed a hand to his head. "I can't believe " he began, then cleared his throat. "So what's up?"
"I just wanted to let you know that I heard it," Trevor said. "Your song, I mean. On the radio. The one you wrote m
Flexible--Rydon--73Brendon runs his fingers down Ryan's hand to link their pinkies together. "This is so far removed from who I used to be," he says. "Five years ago, I was the world's biggest band dork, just one of five kids in a Mormon family, with plans to maybe be a land surveyor when I grew up." He turns to smile snarky at Ryan. "And look at me now: a big gay rockstar."
The words burn Ryan's ears. He remembers Trevor using a similar phrase once, and he hates everything that connects the immaterial boy with the living one before him. "I As long as you're my big gay rockstar," he murmurs, nuzzling his lips against Brendon's cheek.
"Always." There's a smile in Brendon's voice.
They're young and they're in love and maybe they're just a little be cocky right now.
"Wanna go look for apartments tomorrow?" asks Ryan.
"Sure!" Brendon beams. "Where do you think Spencer and Brent are gonna move after this?"
Ryan shrugs. "I don't know about Brent, but Spencer says he and Haley might be moving
Flexible--Rydon--72The second leg of the tour isn't that much different from the first, except that William no longer demands to always room with Tom, much to everyone else's relief.
Ryan and Brendon are keeping their relationship as private as possible, and really, the only people who know about it are the members of the two bands.
"How are you going to tell Pete?" Spencer asks them.
Brendon cringes. "Could we just not?" he asks hopefully.
Spencer gives him a look that says, You try to weasel your way out of this one, I will personally hunt you down and kill you, so no you, can't.
"Fine," huffs Brendon.
"I'll tell him," Ryan offers.
Brendon shakes his head. "We'll both tell him."
The two share a smile. The type of smile that makes Spencer feel like he's intruding upon an intimate moment.
"It's not like he's homophobic, or anything," says Ryan.
"You sure about that?" Brendon asks nervously.
Ryan grins at him. "Well, he's an above-the-waist bisexual, so it would be pretty hypoc