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How Far Would You Run-Rydon-5You'll Never Know Until You're There
Ryan and I are standing in line, trying to decide what to order, and the blonde girl in front of us keeps glancing back over her shoulder.
I instinctively take a step closer to Ryan and try to will the girl away with my thoughts. Can't you feel my "gay boy" vibes? Now go away! Alas, no luck.
When it's finally our turn at the counter, I order a pumpkin spice latte and a cinnamon roll and Ryan gets a caramel latte, and we snag a small table by the window.
I've barely bitten into my cinnamon roll when the blonde girl from the line is standing in front of us with a silly smile on her face. "Ryan? Omigod! What are you doing here?" she asks, flipping a strand of hair over her shoulder.
"We're having brunch," Ryan says with a slight smile.
What does it look like? Bitch! I add in my head.
"You know Brendon, don't you?" Ryan asks, gesturing at me. "Brendon, this is Keltie. She's in my Writing For Life class."
Keltie turns her brow
How Far Would You Run-Rydon-4Go Spin Circles For Me
"Rise and shine, my little lovebirds!" Jon's singsong voice is the first thing I hear when I wake up.
Sadly, only one part of what he said really registers"We do not belong to you!"
"That's what you'd like to think," Jon says with a smirk.
Ryan groans and rubs the sleep from his eyes. "What? So actually you're a pimp and you're gonna sell our bodies on the streets; is that it?" he asks, snuggling closer to me.
I snicker. "Spencer too?" I ask innocently, since I know Jon's pretty defensive of his best friend.
"No!" Jon explodes. "Hehe's my partner in business!"
"And we're your hos?" Ryan asks, raising an eyebrow. "Good luck with that."
"You'd make a great hooker," I tell Ryan with a laugh. "Skinny and pretty. Yup, Jon would make millions offa you. He might even be able to pass you off as a girl."
"You'd like to see that happen, wouldn't you?" Ryan retorts and shoves a pillow in my face.
"It was a compliment!" I mumble through the pillow.
How Far Would You Run-Rydon-3We Sure Are In For A Show Tonight
"You're spending the night?" Jon asks as he picks pieces of popcorn up from the carpet. "Are you gonna make me put sheets on the couch as a part of my punishment?"
Ryan blushes and shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot. "Uh, no," he mumbles. "I'm actually, uh, actually I'm gonna share Brendon's bed."
Jon pauses in his clean up to stare at us, jaw dropped. Then he throws his head back in hysterical laughter.
"What?" I demand, feeling a tad defensive.
Jon calms himself and carries the popcorn bowl into the kitchen. "Just try not to keep us up with your sex noises," he says, laughing.
"What?!" Ryan and I both exclaim. Oh man, my face must be burning.
"Sex noises. You know, the noises you make when you're having sex," Jon states matter-of-factly.
"We are not going to have sex!" I hiss angrily, ready to charge Jon but Ryan's steady hand on my shoulder stops me.
"Leave him be. You know Jon; he's the most immature person on the planet. We'd be
How Far Would You Run-Rydon-2A Few More of Your Least Favorite Things
"You rented Casino Royale? Will you be my new best friend?" I ask, throwing my arms around Jon.
"Hey!" Ryan exclaims, throwing me a mock offended look. "I'm being replaced by that idiot?"
"Oh, poor Ry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," I say and unwrap my arms from around Jon, giving Ryan my best puppy dog eyes. "You could never be replaced by that idiot." I spring back over to Ryan and give him a hug. "I'm sorry."
Spencer rolls his eyes at our antics, taking the DVD from Jon and putting in the DVD player, as Ryan says, "I forgive you," and drops a light kiss on the top of my head, causing me to blush.
And that is why I'm in love with my best friend, even though I know I shouldn't be.
"Go get a room, you two," Spencer smirks, and Ryan and I jump apart.
I sneak a glance at Ryan; his face is a flushed dark red, and he hurriedly goes to throw himself down on the couch.
"Where's my popcorn?" Jon roars from the kitchen. "I demand my
How Far Would You Run-Rydon-1Testosterone Boys
I'm curled up on my bed, journal and pen in hand, inking out the words that will never be able to convey my feelings towards Ryan.
I knew I was screwed from that first time you caught me staring, the first time you grinned at me, the first time you walked away. Why did you have to call me "sweetheart," act so seductive, tease me? You're so handsome and perfect and you know it. You could have anyone you want. All I want is that someone to be me.
"Hey, Brendon, what are you writing?" Ryan asks, beginning to lean over my shoulder. I hadn't even heard him come in.
"Nothing!" I startle, snapping my journal closed. "I mean, um, it's really personal."
Ryan shoots me a look, half amused, half understanding, half frustrated. No wait, that doesn't add up. He looks amused and understanding and burning with frustration. I wonder what's up with him, but I know better than to ask.
"Let me guess," he states flatly. "It's about some girl and how in love with her you are
Flexible--Rydon--32Ryan's been glued to his computer since Pete Wentz responded to their songs.
"He wants to fly down and meet us," Ryan tells the rest of the boys. "He says he wants to sign us to Decaydance."
"No way!" exclaims Brendon, pumping a fist in the air.
"You know what this means, right?" prompts Ryan.
Brent scratches his head. "We're gonna be famous?" he tries.
Ryan shakes his head, a grim smile on his face. "No," he says. "We need to practice like hell so we're perfect for when he comes."
And practice they do. Everyday, for hours on end, and when they're done, more often than not, Ryan or Brendon or Spencer or Brent end up spending the night at someone else's house, whispering about the band, about Pete Wentz, about who they're going to be.
Pete Wentz (7:48:06 PM): You guys look good. The chicks gonna be swooning?
Ryan Ross (7:48:38 PM): once we get a keyboard player who can do all of the sampling we want to do it will be alot better too. its like we know how we want to sound, but
Flexible--Rydon--31I can't believe you're doing this.
Eyes fixed on the computer screen, Ryan just shrugs carelesslytoo wound up to be stung by Trevor's words. "I know, I know," he mutters. "It's stupid to think that this might actually work."
No, says Trevor softly, allowing a haze of gentle blue to calm Ryan's senses. I mean It takes guts to post send your songs to your idol, even if through his livejournal. And I maybe I'm just a little bit proud of you.
Ryan smiles, a little bit tense. Thanks, Trev.
He dreams that night of his blue-eyed boy, but it's Brendon's voice he hears in his sleep.
"You sent our demos to Pete Wentz?" shrieks Brendon when Ryan tells him the news, over the phone before the others know.
"Yeah." Ryan's voice is calm.
"Fall Out Boy Pete Wentz?"
Ryan laughs. "Yes, Bren," he says. "I did."
"It's not a guarantee that he'll listen to them, but it's a start," explains Ryan.
Brendon's breath comes quickly
Flexible--Rydon--30Since discovering Brendon's ability to nullify Trevor, Ryan has been spending as much time as he can with the energetic boy. After school? With Brendon. Weekends? With Brendon. Holidays? With Brendon. If Spencer's jealous of the growing bond between Ryan and Brendon, he doesn't say so, and lets his best friend choose to spend the night at Brendon instead of at his.
One pattern Friday, Ryan's curled up in Brendon's pajamas, in Brendon's arms, in Brendon's bed, in Brendon's room, in Brendon's home. He's eating, drinking, breathing the boy.
"You know," begins Brendon in a sleepy voice, holding Ryan close to his chest, "I kinda guessed that you were you know, gay before you told me."
Blushing, Ryan burrows his face against Brendon's neck. "Am I really so obvious?" he asks against the young boy's skin.
Brendon chuckles. "Only to those really looking." He pauses and presses a kiss to Ryan's brow. "I bet Spencer knows, or guesses, at least," he tells him. "Though I doubt
Flexible--Rydon--29"So she turned out to be a cheater," states Brendon, and Spencer, having heard the story by now, nods.
"And after two years of everything seeming perfect, too," the blue-eyed boy says, shaking his head, watched by a wide-eyed Brent. "It's really a shame that it had to end up this way."
The three of them are sitting in the Rosses' living room, George off at work for the day, and Ryan holed up in his room, still grief-stricken. Spencer, having let himself into through the backdoor earlier that day, invited Brendon and Brent over, declaring that they "needed to do something to cheer our little Ryro up!"
Brendon purses his lips and shakes his head. "They never really deserved each other, did they?" he asks softly, earning a confused and irritated look from Brent and Spencer, respectively.
"What's that supposed to mean?" demands Spencer, unsure if that was an insult to his best friend or not.
"I mean she wasn't faithful," Brendon says. "Ryan deserves more than that."
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