Flexible-Rydon-55She looks nothing like Erika, you know, comments Trevor in a light voice, one night when Ryan is lying awake in Jac's bed while she sleeps.
I know. Ryan turns over to look at the strands of Jac's bleached blonde hair splayed across the satiny pillow.
He can feel Trevor smirking in his head, before the immaterial boy even says, Though I will admit she gives much better head.
Stop being gross, bitches Ryan. You're so fucking vulgar.
And he can feel Trevor's eye roll like needles pricking the grey matter of his brain. I'm just trying to figure out why you picked her, is all, says Trevor.
Ryan involuntarily flinches at that, causing Jac to stir in her sleep, big eyes fluttering open. "Mm, what is it, babe?" she murmurs drowsily.
"Nothing," lies Ryan, reaching out to run his delicate fingers through her hair. "Just can't sleep. You're too beautiful, very distracting," he teases.
"Bet you say that to all the girls," Jac teases back.
Ryan laughs. "Oh, believ
4-Andante AppassionatoRyan's not a believer in Public Displays of Affection and while she's not exactly against it either, the kiss is something which neither she nor Brendon ever talk about ever again. It was a one-time thing. A we-both-got-cheated-on-by-our-significant-others-with-each-other-and-we're-good-friends sort of kiss. Or so Ryan tells herself.
She throws herself into the band, into her music, and tries not to think about Trevor, about Pete, about Jac, about Brendon even, every other day.
Stupid boys! she hisses at herself. They're nothing but trouble. Nothing but heartbreak.
"I'm fine, Daddy. Swear I am," Ryan tells George one night when he comes to check on her in her room. It's in between supporting Fall Out Boy on tours and they're still searching for a replacement bassist.
"I know," George says with a sigh, patting her head as if she's a little girl again. "I just worry about you sometimes."
Ryan sighs, squeezing her eyes shut. "I please, just go," s
Flexible--Rydon--54Tour ends, and Brendon has a girlfriend, and Ryan has a girlfriend, and Brent can't help from feeling bitter, and Brendon can't help from feeling betrayed. Stupid, he berates himself. Of course Ryan's going to get himself a girlfriend; one must keep up straight appearances. It wouldn't do for Panic! at the Disco's lyricist to be gay, now would it?
Pete gets them to sign all sorts of paraphernalia, and then suddenly they're home.
Or as home as home can be in that dinky, little apartment, with four boys crammed in together, arguing about whose turn it is to take out the trash and who gets first shower and how come Brendon, of all people, suddenly has a girlfriend? Really? How did that happen? (No one all that's surprised by Ryan's new relationship status, because, you know, it's Ryan.)
Ryan spends most of his days holed up in his bunk, scribbling furiously in his notebook
Goddamn Brendon and his goddamn straightness and goddamn that girlfriend of his. You have set
Flexible--Rydon--53It's tense in the hotel room that nightBrendon perches on the edge of the queen-sized bed, eyes fixed on the place where the floor meets the wallRyan is leaning against the bathroom's doorway with his arms crossed, looking anywhere but at Brendon.
"So," begins Brendon in an awkward voice.
But Ryan cuts him off with a harsh question: "Are you gay?"
Brendon cringes. "I, uh " He looks away in shame. "I don't think so."
"So stop fucking around with me," hisses Ryan. "I'm not looking for sympathy sex from a confused straight boy." He stamps his foot angrily, then sweeps to the floor in a standing forward bend.
That's not what I meant, Brendon doesn't say, instead watching Ryan twist himself into all his yoga poses, transfixed by the pure flexibility in the older boy's lithe body.
The two girlsscene queens, Brendon heard that they were calledstand amidst the crowd of people, casting sultry glances in his direction. Spencer notices this too and nudg