Flexible--Rydon--36So basically, all you need is to wait one year and then you'll be famous! croons Trevor, as Ryan locks himself in Brent's bathroom.
"Shut up!" he shouts and digs his fingernails into his palms to keep himself from screaming. "Shut up--shut up--shut up!"
Jesus, Ry, chill.
Ryan can hear the eye-roll in Trevor's voice and he doesn't appreciate it one bit. "Chill? You try being after waking up with your best friend's face smashed up against your boner!" he snaps.
Trevor chuckles. What? It's not like it meant anything, he sneers. You were both completely clothed and the twink is just a restless sleeper. You know that.
"It means something when you've got a crush on him," mumbles Ryan, glumly fiddling with the band on his boxers.
Ryan gulps. Uhh . I mean I'm just super horny.
Ooh, you bad boy, purrs Trevor, and Ryan can't help it--a whine escapes the back of his throat, because he's been so damn sex-
Flexible--Rydon--35Brent's eighteenth birthday isn't that big of deal, except that it means that they're that much closer to getting signed.
Emily Wilson makes Brent's favorite breakfast of scrambled eggs and orange juice, and then Ryan surprise-drives him, along with Spencer and Brendon, to a carnival fair on the outskirts of town. "Where are we going?" whines Brent, gazing out the window.
"Patience," Ryan tells him and taps his fingers against the steering wheel when they stop at a red light. Spencer laughs at him, because Ryan? Patient? Yeah, right.
Brendon, on the other hand, can hardly contain his glee. "Omigod, omigod, omigod!" He bounces up and down in the backseat, eliciting an irritated scowl from Spencer. "Can we tell? Please, can we? Can we?"
"Yes, yes," agrees Brent. "Can we?"
Ryan laughs. "No."
Brent pouts. Brendon pouts. Spencer puts on a pair of headphones. And Ryan bitchfaces the rest of the drive.
"A carnival?" gasps Brent, eyes wide with excitement. "You guys are the best!"
Flexible--Rydon--34You're so close, Trevor croons as Ryan twists himself into a complex position. You're nearly signed and once you are I'm so proud of you.
"Thanks, Trev." Ryan stares at his reflection in the darkhis eyes are over-bright and dull, his face flushed and palea study in contrasts. "That means a lot to me."
The past few weeks have turned Ryan into something completely different. He's never been more alive, and yet, he is a dead boy walking. It worries Brendon, worries Spencer, worries his father, worries Ginger, worries Pete, even.
And doesn't that make you feel special? asks Trevor. Knowing that Pete Wentz is concerned for you mental health?
"Don't you talk to me about mental health, Trevor!" Ryan snaps, and he can feel the other boy smirking. "Argh! Shut up!" Grabbing himself around the head, Ryan tries, as he has so often in the past, to squeeze Trevor out of his mind.
All that he achieves is a splitting headache and a self-satisfied Trevor.
Flexible--Rydon--33"Wow," says Pete Wentz, sitting in the basement of Spencer's house with Ginger and Ted Smith, Grace Urie, George Ross, and Emily Wilson. "Wow. You guys are pardon my French, damn good. I'm surprised you're not bigger than you are."
"Which is to say, nothing," mutters Spencer under his breath, so only Brent and Ryan can here.
"And I would really love for you guys to be the first band signed to my label, Decaydance," Pete tells them. "But you guys are what? Seventeen? Eighteen, maybe? We might run into some legal snagsmight have to wait a year or two."
Brendon can tell from the crease on Ryan's forehead, that Ryan doesn't wan to wait a year or two. "Couldn't we get our parents to sign the contracts?" he asks. "Spencer and I won't turn eighteen until next year, but Ryan's already legal and Brent's birthday is in two months."
A thoughtful frown crosses Pete's face. "There's some truth in that," he says. "Let me sleep on it. I'll see you guys in the
How Far Would You Run-Rydon-12Send For All Your Absent Lover's Things
I skip on Tuesday too, and when I come back to school on Wednesday, I find Ryan walking down the halls holding her hand.
So I guess he asked her out and I guess she said yes. Big surprise.
"Oh! Hi, Brandon," Keltie says, batting her mascara-darkened eyelashes at me.
Still intent on messing up my name, eh Keltie? I think mutinously, watching Ryan and not her.
Ryan's looking awkward and uncomfortable around me, and I see his hand tighten around Keltie's ever so slightly. "Let's go, Kel," he says, and god, what a sweet-sap corny nickname. "We have to go to English."
"Okay, Ry," she says with a smile and follows him away down the hall.
Ry? No, no. That's my name for him, you bitch! I growl internally, stamping off to physics with a scowl and bad mood, which does not improve as the day goes along.
Keltie joins us at our table during lunch, and I feel the pitying gazes from all my friends as she and Ryan laugh and cu
How Far Would You Run-Rydon-11The Weather Today is Slightly Sarcastic
He's at school come Monday, with his sunglasses and a long-sleeved shirt.
Funny, I'm wearing long sleeves today too.
Without thinking, I run over and give him a hug, causing him to gasp quietly in pain. "Omigod, I'm so sorry," I say, touching my nose to his cheek. "I I shouldn't have insisted we go to your house. I'm sorry. I"
"Hey faggots! Some of us are trying to breathe here!" a cruel voice calls out, and Ryan and I spring apart as a group of fellow seniors laugh and smirk. "Get a room!"
Ryan blanches and, taking me by the arm, leads me down the hall to a secluded spot by the drinking fountains. "It's not your fault," he tells me, but the scabs on my wrist say otherwise.
"You should call the cops or something," I say.
"No!" Ryan shouts before dropping his voice to a whisper. "No. I he's my father. I love him."
"He beats you!"
"He's still my father and I still love him," Ryan says quietly. "And he doesn't
How Far Would You Run-Rydon-10You're a Regular Decorated Emergency
My lungs are on fire, my throat is melting, my ears are killing from the inside out, and then I'm stumbling, falling, running away in nothing but a pair of Ryan's pajama pants and a ratty old t-shirt.
I have no cell phone and no idea where I am. I'm just running, running, running until my legs give out on me and I sink to the sidewalk. Ryan, I think and the tears start rolling like the credit of a movie. Our movie. And it has a little note at the end: George Ryan Ross III died on a January morning.
I didn't save him.
"Hey, kid! You need some help?" a voice asks and I look up into the pitying face of man I don't know.
"No," I mutter.
"You wanna borrow my phone?" the man asks persistently.
"Yes," I say reluctantly. "Please."
The man gives me a smile and his cell phone, and I call Jon because I always call Jon when I'm lost and hurt and needing.
"Hello?" Jon's familiar voice cracks through the speakers.
How Far Would You Run-Rydon-9I am Alone in this Bed, House, and Head
A week passes, and Ryan and I don't act any different then we usually do.
Are you trying to drive me insane?! I want to scream but I'd like to think I have more tact than that so I keep quiet, waiting for him to bring it up first.
Only he never does.
"Hey, Bren," he says on Friday. "Let's have a sleepover-movie party thing."
Maybe he wants to talk about it now? "Yeah, that sounds like fun," I say brightly. "But we'd have to do it at your house since Spencer's been super pissy lately. I think he might be PSMing."
Ryan gives a weird look. "Ooookayyy," he says slowly. "Yeah, I guess that would work. You sure we can't do it at your place?"
"Ryan. Do you really want to put up with Spencer being bitchy and Jon being an ass?" I ask, mentally adding, If we're gonna talk about "us" and all that
"Okay, okay," he laughs. "Good point. I think my dad's gonna be out tonight, so it should be fine."
"What does that have
How Far Would You Run-Rydon-8Words are just Hollow Birds
I have my little speech planned out.
"Hey Ryan. So, um, can I talk to you about yesterday? You know, when you kissed me. And I was just wondering what you meant by that. Are you do you want to be my boyfriend, is that what you were saying? Because I I really like you, Ry, and I want to be your boyfriend. But if that's not what you meant, that's okay. I get that. Fine. I just hope we can stay friends, because your friendship means everything to me. Okay?"
Yes, I have my little speech all planned out.
I am all ready to face my best friend.
"Hey Ryan," I say when I meet him by his locker.
"Hey Bren," he says, flashing me a smile. "What's up?"
What's up? Really? Oh god, please don't tell me he's going to act like it never happened.
"Uh, not a whole lot," I mumble. "You?"
Ryan closes his locker and turns to me. "Well, other than school, not a whole lot either," he says and begins to head past me to his first period