Chasing the ends of summer, singing our lines of happiness

Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 01:05:39 GMT

Title: Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red
Author: Breathe_fiction
Beta: Sadly, there wasn't one this time.
Rating: Rated R (Sexual content)
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
P.O.V: Third, mostly Ryan

After Brendon blew up the air mattress, he went to go get covers from the closet, but stopped when he reached the door. Ryan was no longer where he was before, So Brendon sighed lightly and proceed with his business. The girls were soon settled under the covers and began to stare up at Brendon, who stood by the side of the bed. Brendon smiled warmly and crossed his arms, "Is everything to your liking's?"

The girls returned the smile.

"Yes, but where's Ryan?" Brittany giggled.

Brendon thought back to seeing Ryan crying and it absolutely broke his heart, "Um..he was really tired but rest a sure he told me to wish you girls a goodnight."

"I really appreciate you letting us stay the night." Raigan acknowledged.

Brendon rolled his eyes and sighed dismissively, "It's what I'm suppose to do."

Raigan smiled shyly as she began to get comfortable.

Brendon felt a gracious feeling in his heart as he saw his sister close her eyes and begin to drift to sleep. Words couldn't explain how proud he was of her. The moment was short-lived when he went to turn off the lamps in the living room. Soon all were turned off and Brendon walked up to his bedroom door, but turned around to stare in the darkness.

"Sweet dream girls," he called.

"Goodnight Brendon," they replied in unison.

Brendon smirked and walked into his room. HIs eyes noticed Ryan's figure laying under the covers, so he shut the door quietly behind him and crawled into bed. He settled under the covers and laid on his side, staring directly into the other boys face. For a few seconds he laid there just gawking at Ryan. While he just slept, not knowing there was another prescene. Brendon felt a little startled when he slowly raised his eyelids.

"Did I wake you?" Brendon murmured softly.

Ryan shook his head lightly, closing his eyes for a split second to yawn. Brendon felt like a pile of mush when Ryan closed his mouth and glared at him. Brendon found it adorable that Ryan seemed to be fighting back sleep. The vision of the tried still resting on his face, resembled a 5 year trying to protest nap time. Brendon deemed this boy a beautiful person, not meaning outside, but in. Ryan was so troubled and Brendon would try anything to make sure he's happy.

"I'm sorry." Brendon barely whispered.

Ryan Stared a Brendon and blinked a few times, clenching his teeth together at the sudden words.

"I don't know what I've done or what I've said, but I apologize," as Brendon's words fell off his lips, he cupped the side of Ryan's face and scooted closer to him. They both lowered there eyelids and thats when there lips touched. Ryan sighed into the kiss as Brendon moved closer to wrap his arm around Ryan's small waist. Brendon parted the other boy's lips with his tongue and that's when Ryan pulled away, sitting up afterwards.

Brendon's eyes furrowed, "Did I do something wrong?"

Ryan turned on the lamp on his nightstand, making Brendon's eyes squint from the sudden brightness. Ryan than dug in one of his drawers and pulled out his etch-a-sketch. Brendon's eyes adjusted to the light as he too sat up. Ryan began turning the nobs and Brendon watched in concern. When Ryan was finished he sat the toy in Brendon's lap.

Brendon read the words off the screen,"Why are you hiding things from me?" Then he turned to Ryan, "Is this about my sister?"

Ryan nodded his head. "Ryan the reason I never mentioned it well, because I wanted to surprise you and it was my way of introducing you to one of my best friends in the whole wide world. It was kind of like-" Brendon stopped in mid-sentence trying to gather his words,"li-like making 'Us' official, showing some type of promise in this relationship. Does that make any sense?"

Ryan eyelids felt heavy as guilt wavered throughout his body. The feeling of stupidity soaked in his stomach as he nodded is head and turned away. It wasn't like Brendon ever lied to him, he just didn't mention he had a sister, but the fact remains Brendon introduced Ryan to her and that's a good thing! So why should Ryan even hurt? Then the memory of Brendon letting go of his hand flooded his memory. Honestly, Ryan was just overreacting.

"Is that why you were crying?" Brendon asked, sounding confused.

Ryan grabbed the toy and shook it weakly. Then began turning the nobs, handing it back to Brendon while his head hung low.

I don't know anymore. I don't know if i just want to hurt, because I'm so used of being the victim or if i should expect bad things to come from you, because your just too idealistic. The whole relationship thing is new to me and I honestly don't know how to feel anymore.

Brendon breathed in, "How about Happy."

Ryan raised his hand and caught sight of the smile that eased around Brendon's lips. Then suddenly Brendon's lips became his focus of admiration. They were so nice and perfect . It was like heaven rested there waiting for Ryan to get a taste of pure beauty in it's self. Then lure him to taking a walk down the sinful path of what heaven's kiss pursues. Ryan couldn't pin point ever seeing such lips.

"Hello? Ryan, what are you staring at?"

Ryan snapped out his gaze. Then focused back to the full picture, "So how about it? You want to give happiness a go?"

Ryan then nodded his head, as he stared down at his fingers. Brendon chuckled to himself as he saw Ryan's cheeks turn scarlett. Ryan quickly turned off the lamp and laid down and Brendon followed. Silence feed the room as the boys seemed lost for words, staring awkwardly at the ceiling above them.

A few seconds later Brendon rolled over on his side and roughly pressed his lips to Ryan's, while placing a hand on Ryan's chest. Brendon's tongue parted Ryan's lips as the kiss deepen. Slowly Brendon climbed on top of Ryan, straddling him. Both tongues slid up against each other and as Ryan felt this warm feeling in his chest, he laughed in between the kiss. This caused Brendon to laugh too while lifting his head away from Ryan's lip.

The laughter died, when Ryan's expression grew serious as Brendon stared down into his eyes. Diving in for a few quick pecks Brendon lifted his body and pulled off his shirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. Ryan followed by discarding his own. Soon the only clothing that still remained on there bodies was Ryan's boxers and Brendon's boxer briefs.

Brendon took the initiative to removing his last piece of clothing, following with removing Ryan's by grabbing the rim of the boxers with his teeth and pulling them off. He spread Ryan's legs and placed two fingers in his mouth. Saliva coated his fingers as he inserted them into Ryan's asshole. Ryan's face scrunched up as his he felt this tingling sensation through his upper body. Brendon glared at Ryan as he began to push his fingers in and out slowly. The moan Ryan had caught in his throat, started to turn Brendon on. A few minutes later Brendon switched to three fingers and once he felt Ryan was more relaxed. He decided that Ryan was ready and it was time..

Brendon then stood on his knees between Ryan's legs and spit in his hand. Then rubbed it on his cock. Before long Brendon slowly penetrated into Ryan. Ryan closed his eyes shut as he felt this tingling and uncomfortable feeling within him. Noticing Ryan's face, Brendon halted, "Want me to stop, my love?'

Ryan re-opened his eyes and smiled shaking his head from side to side. Brendon then returned the smile and leaned down to kiss Ryan softly. He then began to push in and out. In and out. In and out. Moans started to roll off Ryan's tongue and in between Brendon's lips. This only started to turn Brendon on more as groans built up from the back of his throat. Pain started to turn in painful pleasure while Brendon found the right rhythm. Pleasurable moans filled the air causing both boys to feel even more hard.

Ryan felt his own cock throbbing, so he jerked himself off coming a few seconds before Brendon. Climbing off of Ryan, Brendon went to get a towel to clean up the mess. Then, when all was clean he jumped in the bed and wrapped his arms tightly around Ryan. They kissed gently, feeling tiredness come over there bodies.

"Sleep tight, My love." Brendon confirmed as his eyelids fell shut.

Ryan stared at Brendon with a smile, before drifting off to sleep himself.

*****

Ryan's eyes fluttered open when the sunlight from the window spotlighted over his face. Sitting up, he began to stretch his arms as his eyes dawdled around the room. Last night's sex played in his head, like a record payer that had been put on repeat. A huge grin lavished knowingly across his lips as the vision brought back good o' memories. After stretching a a few good more timesm he realized that Brendon wasn't even lying beside him. So Ryan threw his feet over the bed and walked out the room. His sister's feet rested on the coffee table as she sat back turning channels with the remote. Then Ryan glanced over at Brittany coming from the kitchen with a bowel of cereal in hand and heading to sit on the recliner.

Raigan was the first to notice Ryan, so with first glance she smiled friendly, "Good morning sleepy head."

Ryan smiled weakly as both girls stared at him with welcoming grins. "Yea, what's up?" Nrittany asked.

Ryan shook his head turned back in the room and noticed a piece of paper on Brendon's side of the bed. With a curious expression he walked over to that side of the bed and picked up the letter.

Today's a new day, my love.
So how does a Mint Mocha Chip Frappuccine sound?

XoXo
Brendon

The sides of Ryan's lips curved up as he put the letter down to get dressed.

Thirty minutes later Ryan stood dressed with brushed teeth. Brendon's white t-shirt, skinny jeans, and chucks. His hair was combed down. Different from his usual way of styling, but in a sense he kind of liked it. Satisfied with his appearance he slung his bag over his shoulder and started towards the door to begin his daily routine.

"Are you heading to Brendon's job?' Raigan asked.

Ryan nodded his head.

"We want to go,"Brittany cooed.

Ryan than signaled his hand to come along.

Brittany and Raigan both jumped up and went to get dress.

So Ryan waited patiently by the door.

****

Walking towards the coffee shop with the 2 girls on either side of him, he passed by the window, but stopped and reversed his steps. Brendon was wiping down the counter, in his starbucks uniform.

"Come on." Raigan laughed. Ryan snapped from his gaze and followed behind the girls.

The bell above the door rang and Brendon looked up. A smile played along his lips.

Yes Ryan Ross actually has a boyfriend.

A/N: Again I'm looking for a lovely beta, first come first serve,

Qualifications:

1.Someone who's honest.
2.Someone how has imagination.
3. Someome whos actually edit.
4.Someone I can rely on.
5. Last but not least Someone who's ok with conversation and ok with having a chance to let me get to know you and you getting to know me, because i dnw ackwardiness.

and since I'm going to start updating on a specific date, I'll need that someone to be able to edit it the day before I'm going to post it.

I'd like to take time to thank my awesome readers and commenters who haven't given up on me, because I'm totally surprised that you guys have stuck aong. Anyways and I also want to wish you all a 'Happy 4th of July' !

Next Update: Saturday, July 5th

Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red

Sun, 29 Jun 2008 09:02:27 GMT

Title: Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red
Author: breathe_fiction
Rating: PG-13
Beta: MY bestest friend in the whole wide world Leslie<3
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
P.O.V: Third
Summary: Ryan is mute and leads a pretty routine life alone. Then comes along a boy named Brendon who's wants nothing more to help him live and discover his true beauty, Ryan just might take him up on that offer.
Disclaimer: This is my imagination worked into fiction.
Author notes:

Ryan stepped outside the apartment, shortly after Brendon went in the shower. He sat by the door, resting his head in his hands. Ryan was always a thinker, but never to this degree. He never really had to face these types of problems, because he'd never been in a relationship. Of course he knew problems existed and he remember seeing these types of things in movies, he just figured he'd never have to face them, but since he knew he'd have to deal with them sooner or later, he'd need to learn to express his emotions more.

So if Brendon ever cared to ask him, "Are you okay?" or "What’s on your mind?"

Ryan would need to let his feelings be heard. He'd need Brendon to know exactly how he was feeling, because Ryan couldnt allow himself to keep feeling like this. Not only was he angry, he felt betrayed. It hurt Ryan that Brendon didn't care enough to tell him things, things that are important to tell your boyfriend.

Stuff that Ryan assumed couples should share.

Like 'Hey! Ryan you know I have a sister and she’s coming over!'

Ryan knew Brendon wanted him to put his full trust in him and feel comfortable with laying over his problems, but it seemed the trust levels were being shared equally. Ryan couldn't understand how Brendon could want Ryan to open up, if he wasn't going to be the example for what he says.

The door suddenly opened and Brendon peeked his head out. Ryan lifted his head from his hands and entwined his fingers, continuing to look up at Brendon until the boy finally noticed Ryan was sitting by the door. An over excited grin took over Brendon's lips, when he caught sight of Ryan.

"You gonna come inside and get ready?"

Ryan carried a weak smile while getting up and stepped through the door. When Ryan wasn't too far, Brendon hooked his arm around Ryan's waist, pulling Ryan to collide with himself. Then they stood there, allowing there eyes to meet, as if that was the conversation all on its own.

Brendon interrupted the silence, "It seems like something’s bothering you. Are you okay?"

This was Ryan's chance!

Ryan continued to stare back at Brendon debating if he should do as he planned earlier. He remembered that was supposed to be a happy day for him and his sister and Ryan intended to keep it that way. So he shook his head from side to side and displayed a smile of contentment. Brendon released a sigh from his nostrils, "You sure?"

Don't be a pussy Ross.

Again Ryan nodded his head, giving Brendon a 'I'm perfectly fine' look.

****

Arriving inside the building, Ryan and Brendon went to search for there seats. Finally finding them, they sat down. A paranoid looking Brunette sat next to Brendon. She continued scanning around the room, like she was on the look out for something important. Awkward enough Ryan couldn't take his eyes off her because, her presence was just too distracting. After about 30 seconds of Brendon and Ryan sitting beside her, the Burnett finally noticed them. Ryan quickly looked away but snapped his head back when she said Brendon’s name.

"Brendon?" She questioned her voice swelling with surprise.

Brendon turned to look at her, his face feeling up with surprise and that's when Ryan raised an eyebrow.

"D-Do you remember me?" She stuttered, chuckling after wards.

Brendon spoke quickly, "Of course I do! You’re Brittany ."

Then they reached for each other and hugged, "How can I ever forget you!" Brendon recalled.

Ryan sat there amused from the whole situation as they let each other go.

"Its been so long," Brittany grinned, articulating each word, showing a sense of settled shock in her voice.

"Yea I know. Just seeing you again is insane." Brendon agreed, carrying the same tone of voice the other girl had.

Ryan decided to look away, because he kind of felt if he continued to watch, it'd be invading some sort of privacy the two people were entitled. It only seemed obvious who this girl was. She had to be one of Brendon's girlfriends or some type of "friend". Obviously they had something going on and it only made Ryan wonder how their relationship "could" of possibly ended.

Brendon broke Ryan's thoughts when he suddenly laid a hand on Ryan's arm. Ryan stared at the two, which were staring back at him.

"Ryan, this is Brittany; my ex girlfriend." Brendon said warmly, giving her eye contact. " Brittany , this is Ryan; my beautiful boyfriend."

On the last two words Brendon stared at Ryan with a glow on his face Ryan had never seen before. Something in the back of Ryan's head remarked that what Brendon and him shared was something pretty special. So as the corners of his mouths curved up Ryan Broke his gaze from Brendon's, and dove his hand to Brittany and they quickly shook hands.

"Awe! That's so sweet," Brittany cooed containing her grin, while placing a hand on her chest.

Ryan noticed her words actually sounded sincere, because, he had the talent of analyzing words and the way they came out peoples mouths. He detected no hint of jealous, no hidden hate, or covered up envy. It was as if she was indeed satisfied with Brendon's choice in partner. IN this moment Ryan could tell whatever Brendon and Brittany had was behind them and Ryan was perfectly content with that.

A little after Brendon and Brittany started talking and laughing about old times. The lights dimmed and a string of spotlights hovered over the runway. Brendon leaned over to Ryan and whispered, "The shows about to begin." and a chuckle fell from Ryan's lips.

Thanks for stating the obvious Brendon

The lights fade up; the show end's and the room fills with an up roar of claps. Brendon is holding a proud smile; That Ryan could see clearly as he stares at his partner beside him. People begin to get up to leave or walk around to converse with different groups that are forming around the room. Brendon, Ryan and Brittany all stand up.

"I wonder where Raigan is." Brendon states as his eyes search around the room.

Ryan stares towards Brittany as she starts to speak.

"She told me when the show ends to go to your car."

Brendon nods his head and as we began to walk, Ryan grabs Brendon's hand. Brendon beams at the entwined fingers than looks up at Ryan to present his gleeful expression; the moment dies when Brittany begins to speak.

"So when did you start dating guys?" Brittany asked not even staring at Brendon but looking down at her fingers that were fiddling with each other. Ryan studied Brendon feeling curious to know the answer to that question.

Brendon nodded his head and looked up at the night sky as they walked out the building door, "Umm...after we broke up." He answered un attentively

Brittany suddenly looked up losing all emotion in her face. Brendon caught sight of that and realized how wrong his words sounded.

"Y-y-you didn't turn me gay or anyth-thing." He defended incoherently.

Brittany looked in the opposite direction as silence fell upon the group. Ryan couldn't help but, feel a little guilty for what just happened. He noticed the uncomfortabliness in Brittany's face and the regret settiling in Brendon's. Ryan soon after felt Brendon had let go of his hand and Ryan saw that Brendon placed it in his jean pocket. Ryan's face grew pale as his eyebrows rose up. He beamed at his own hand that was no longer entwined with Brendon's. Breathing in lightly the 3 of the young adults walked to the car in silence.

When they reached the car Brendon sat on the trunk, Brittany leaned on the passenger door and Ryan stood off on the side. Not too long after they were settled Brendon could see the sight of his sister running up to the car. Brendon hopped off the trunk and stood still. She then jumped into Brendon's arms.

"How did I do?" Raigan asked desperation in her voice.

"Absolutely fabulous." Brendon complimented kissing her cheek.

Raigan smiled big as she ran over to hug Brittany .

"You were so beautiful." Brittany praised loudly.

Raigan stepped back from her and held Brittany 's hands.

"You truly think so?" Raigan sighed.

Brittany rolled her eyes and let go and Raigan's hand. "Let’s just say you were the fucking envy of the night. Who knew under those clothes was such a perfect body!" She exclaimed.

Raigan chuckled and hugged Brittany again.

Ryan looked in the girls and then at Brendon. He realized that Brendon was staring at them also, looking quite excited for his sisters’ success.

"Shotgun!" Raigan called interrupting Ryan's thoughts.

"You got it," Brendon cheered hitting his trunk and going around to the drivers sit.

******

After everyone took showers and freshened up, the sleeping arrangements were to be made.

"Ok I have an inflatable bed that you girls can sleep on, is that cool?" Brendon asked them as they sat innocently on the couch.

"That's fine, "Raigan said nodding towards Brittany .

“I concur." the other girl smiled.

"Alright but while I go get it, can you push the table more towards the couch, so we can have more floor space?"

"Yep. Of course" The girls said in an off beat unison.

Brendon then went to the hall closet and to his surprise Ryan was sitting by it. He had his knees tucked to his chest and if Brendon wasn't mistaken he could have swore he heard sobs.

"Ryan?" Brendon asked knelling next to him.

Ryan looked up and wiped away his tears.

"What's wrong, my love?" Brendon asked with concern in his voice.

Ryan shook his head and smiled.

Brendon sighed, "Well there has to be something wrong if you’re crying."

Ryan looked ahead and shrugged his shoulders. Brendon bit down on his lip, "I'll be back but first let me go set up this bed for the girls" he said hurriedly. Brendon then dug in the closet of pulled out a box and shut the door with his leg and walked off. Ryan sat there sniffling and staring at the bland wall before him. Ryan was hurting and this was a kind of hurt he'd never felt before. First the hidden secrets and now the whole hand thing. Ryan really could notice the effects Brendon was starting to have on him and quiet frankly he wasn't enjoying it, but honestly he really loved the boy.

so much for letting him have it

A/N: So I've noticed theres still alot of things, that still need to be explained, or just point blank backed up, but I promise they will be explained and backed up. I appericate my readers and i'm glad your still there. I've finally got the inspiration to follow up with this story, because I am determined to finish it. I have the set chapters and hopefully this should be updated more frequently for NOW on:) I'll start giving the days when there actually will be an update, so I can challenge myself to update it on time. Again I thankyou guys, your awesome!

Next update: Wednesday, July 2nd

Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red

Fri, 22 Feb 2008 02:27:00 GMT

Title: Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red
Author: breathe_fiction
Pairing: Ryden
Rating: PG-13
POV: Third
Summary: Ryan has been a lonely mute person all his life, but a boy named Brendon comes along and changes everything. Ryan loves Brendon and knows Brendon is determined to help him live and discover his true beauty.
Disclaimer: This is my imagination worked into fiction
Author Notes: I want to beat ppl before they start trying to correct me. Just so everyone knows, A boy and girl can be identical. I looked it up and they said it's rare, but possible. Plus guy's that's why they call it fiction.

Ryan's eyelids fluttered open, seeing the sight of the open door to there room. He absorbed in his surroundings, Letting his memory catch up to his immediate thoughts. So Ryan peered at the linoleum tile on the bathroom floor remembering what occurred earlier between him and Brendon. Then he looked upwards, raising his head along with his eyes to find himself looking beneath Brendon's Chin. Ryan pulled his head away from Brendon's chest, gaping at the boy who was sleeping so soundly with his head rested against the small wooden door of the cabinet. Ryan then study the way, Brendon still had his arms protectively encircled around his waist. A soft smile, took over his lips as he placed a light peck on the other boy's cheek. Ryan then snuggled his face on the side of Brendon's neck, taking in the boys scent.

It smelled like Iris spring, but to Ryan the feel of his skin meant comfort. The way his pale skin, easily revealed the tiny blond hairs that stood up or the way his chest heaved up and down, provoked chills to race throughout his body. A sudden knock at the door interrupted Ryan's trance. So he slipped out of Brendon's grip and went to go answer the door. He looked in the peephole and saw a girl, raising his eyebrow, he unlocked the locks and opened the door. The girl was turned away but, looked towards Ryan when the door was open.

She greeted Ryan with a smile as she dug her hands in her jean pockets. "Hi, Is Brendon here?"

Ryan stood there beaming at the young lady. He didn't know her and she didn't look familiar, but he was taking the time to examine her as a whole. She was thin, looked about 5'7, had brown eyes, black shoulder length hair, perfectly plump lips. Ryan was almost getting the impression that this girl was a exact replica of Brendon, but just in a really sexy girl form.

The girl's smile faded as she began looking concerned, "Well do you know who I am?"

Ryan arched his eyebrows and crossed his arms.

She smiled again and took her hands out her pocket's, "I'm Brendon's girlfriend."

Ryan suddenly felt his heart sink down to his stomach as a hand landed on his shoulder.

"Tell me you didn't fall for that?" A voice laughed from behind him.

Ryan turned to see Brendon with a toothy grin, "That's my sister," Brendon confirmed stepping out the door to give her a hug.

Still holding on to Brendon she stared at Ryan and mocked the words 'gotcha'. Ryan proceeded to put on a fake smile, while Brendon stood next to his sister.

"So your saying you don't see the resemblance?" Brendon asked Ryan.

Him and his sister looked at Ryan while putting on a cheesy grin. Now that Ryan saw them side by side, they did look alike. Very very much alike. Scary alike.

"Were identical, " Brendon said pausing, " Twins." She finished.

Ryan looked confused.

How can a boy and girl be identical twins? Ryan thought.

"Do you think he's freaking out?" His sister asked.

"He's totally freaking out!" Brendon answered.

Then they both started breaking out in a laughing frenzy.

Well they sure did act like identical twins, Ryan thought. Ryan even pondered if he was really suppose to be dating his sister; not Brendon.

"Well he did tell me you were quite the talker," She said turning to look at Brendon,"but, I didn't believe it, but now I'll have to say I do."

"Yea he never shuts up," Brendon joked.

Well Brendon never even told me he had a sister, Ryan answered in his head.

Brendon shortly after invited her inside. She walked past Ryan and sat on the couch. Ryan moved out the way so Brendon could shut the door. Then Brendon turned towards Ryan displaying a smirk, "You okay?" He asked.

Ryan nodded his head and Brendon grabbed his hand; Led him to the recliner where he sat down first and then pulled Ryan to sit on his lap.

"Ryan this is my sister Raigan; Raigan this is Ryan," Brendon introduced using various hand gestures, "My boyfriend," he added.

Raigan's eyes widen, "Your gay?"

Brendon noticed Ryan's face started to tense up as the words slipped off her lips. Brendon laughed off the awkward silence, "She's just joking, My love."

Ryan's face eased over with a small chuckle.

"I always agreed with your choice of men; so when your through with him you can just hand him over to me," Raigan said.

"Yea I mean Ryan, how can you not want her? She looks just like me." Brendon chuckled.

"Or better said, He looks like me," She corrected.

"Oh! Your right, How can you not want her?" Brendon paused, "I look just like her," Brendon corrected memicking her voice.

"So Brendon, it's been awhile," She exclaimed sitting back on the couch, crossing one leg over the other. "You moved to New York, you now have a boyfriend, moved in with him, and look quite settle. I can't say I'm not happy for you!"

"But how's washington? Tell me about this new career I've been dying to hear about?" Brendon asked with a excited tone.

Ryan assumed that these two had a lot of catching up to do. So He'll just nod and smile whenever they talked to him, but in the mean while he'll just sit on Brendon's lap and listen.

"Washingtons good. We both miss you," she said pouting her lips, "but not too long ago I talked to some friends, that talked to some friends, that talked to their friends and they landed me a audition with the designers of fashion week and I made a spot in the show."

Brendon released a sigh of realization, "I'm so happy for you, but now that I think about it, isn't the show tonight?"

Raigan shoveled out a chuckle, "Yes and that's exactly why I got you and your guy friend front row tickets to the event," She said pulling the tickets from out her coat.

"Wow, what did you have to do to get those?" Brendon questioned sarcastically.

Raigan arched her eyebrows, presenting a sly smile, "Using what I got; to get what I want."

"Oh, I wonder where I've heard that before?" Brendon grinned, looking towards Ryan.

"I could of swore you were the one who taught me," Raigan remarked.

"Guilty as charged." Brendon laughed.

Raigan uncrossed her legs and sat up. Brendon smiled at Ryan and Raigan then pulled a cigarette from behind her ear. "Do you mind if I indulge in my cancer stick?" She asked.

Brendon looked at Ryan and Ryan nodded his head, "Fine! Endanger us with your murderous habits," Brendon joked winking at Ryan.

"I'm so glad your concerned about my health," Raigan said pulling a lighter from her back pocket

"I am but, I care more about my own health then yours," Brendon joked.

Raigan lit the cigarette,"Nice to know how my brother really feels," She said placing the cigarette between her lips and inhaling.

"I warned you about smoking with the cool kids behind the auditorium in high school," Brendon articulated while shaking his finger.

"Well why didn' t you join us;We are twins. Why can't we both die in style?" Reagan asked sarcastically while holding the cigarette between her index and middle finger.

"We'll I had to give you something. I mean we wouldn't want to be know as doing everything together," Brendon replied.

"True and false at the same time," she said nodding her head, taking in another drag from her cigaretta.

"So you seeing anybody?" Brendon asked.

"Yea that bitch is at home cooking my dinner," Raigan answered surely.

Brendon turned his eyes to Ryan,"If you didn't already guess, she too is bi." Brendon informed Ryan.

Ryan nodded his head and smiled.

"So what are you dating this time?" Brendon interrogated looking back at Raigan.

"Nobody; I'm flying solo this time brother," She replied, "But I did bring a friend to replace her," She added.

"Friend's with benefits, maybe?" Brendon hinted in his voice.

"No. I don't do sloppy seconds." Raigan answered shaking her head.

"What does that mean?" Brendon asked curiously

She inhaled her cigarette, "Nothing, but, we are staying at an hotel," She finished blowing out her cigarette from her nose.

Brendon let out a sigh,"Why didn't you ask to stay here?"

"I didn't want to be the intruding with you and Ryan's business," Raigan said emphasizing the 'intruding' with quotation marks.

"Raigan your my sister; of course you can stay here whenever you please," Brendon insisted.

"But, I have someone with me and I'm not sure if she'd be a burden," Raigan replied flatly.

"Your friend is my friend. Don't be stupid." Brendon giggled.

Raigan smiled widely, "Well I guess I should be getting ready for the show and going tell my friend about our arrangments," She said standing up.

Ryan stood up and Brendon did too.

They both hugged each other, "I'm glad you called," she said to him.

"I'm just happy you came over," he replied.

When they let go of the hug, Raigan went over to give Ryan a hug. Then Brendon walked her to the door. Ryan stayed behind and went to the room. Seconds later he heard the door shut and Brendon came to the back and stood in the the doorway, leaning on the frame.

"So do you like her?" Brendon asked with the biggest grin.

Ryan smiled, even though he was hiding back the fact he was angry.

Why didn't he tell me he had a sister? Ryan thought.

Why didn't he tell me she was coming over? Ryan asked himself.

"Also I'm sorry about just inviting Raigan and her friend over to stay the night without getting your consent, but that's my sister and me and her look after each other, but rest a sure I'll make it up to you," Brendon followed with the last sentence in a seductive voice. Brendon then sat on the bed beside Ryan and pressed his lips to Ryan's.

This actual lightened up Ryan's spirits because the feel of Brendon's lips against his own made him feel as though there weren't any worries. When the kiss started to envolve, Brendon leaned away and licking his lips.

"We defiantly need to stop, before we start something we probably won't go through with," Brendon sighed lowly.

Ryan smiled, but everything hit him again. The realization of Brendon keeping things from him wasn't cool. If Brendon wanted Ryan to trust him, then he'd have to start communicating with Ryan. Now even though Ryan was very upset and demand answers. He felt like he'd be ruining Brendon's and Raigans joy, so he decided to keep it to himself until later on tonight, but tonight he'd let him have it.

Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red

Sun, 17 Feb 2008 02:31:55 GMT

Title: Unsaid I Love You's;
Author: breathe_fiction
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Ryden
Summary: Ryan has a been a lonely, mute person for practically all his life, but suddenly a boy named Brendon comes along. Brendon is intrigued by Ryan and wants to get to know him, Wants to be with him. So Brendon is determined to help Ryan live life and discover his true beauty.
Disclaimer: This is my imagination worked into fiction. I don't own Ryden and any events that happen to be like this are simply coincidental.

The next morning Ryan awoke, throwing his feet over the side of the bed while rubbing his hands over his sleepy eyes. A yawn to released from his mouth as he turned to see there was no one on the bed beside him. A little shocked, Ryan stood up and walked over to the other side of the bed. He saw a sleeping Brendon on floor. A chuckle slipped off Ryan's lips as he laid down next to him. He took the liberty to plant a kiss on his cheek and Brendon's eyes opened, displaying a pleased smile.

"Good morning gorgeous." Brendon murmered, closing and opening his eyes.

Ryan blushed and turned to lay on his back. Brendon propped his elbow up and laid his head on his palm.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" Brendon groaned, relaxing his other hand over his forehead.

Ryan turned to look at Brendon and nodded his head.

"I meant everything I said." Brendon informed while he playfully twirled strands of Ryan's hair around his fingers.

After those words left Brendon's tongue, Ryan's eyes started to glaze over. Brendon didn't think anything of it until he saw the first tear slid down Ryan's cheek.

"What's wrong, my love?" Brendon hinted concern in his voice, when he held onto the side of Ryan's waist.

Ryan laid there scrunching up his face while he tried to hold back tears.

"Did I say something wrong?" Brendon asked.

Ryan turned to look at him and shook his head, but removed Brendon's hand from his waist as he got up. Brendon stood up and followed him into the bathroom. Ryan held his etch- a-sketch and was turning the nobs, then showed Brendon the screen.

I feel the same way.

Brendon arched his eyebrows, "Then why are you crying?" He chuckled lightly.

Ryan snatched the toy away and started turning the nobs furiously, before shoving it into Brendon's arms.

You don't understand how it feels not to be able to say I love you back.

Brendon looked up at Ryan, presenting a dazed look in his eye, "Then say it," he demanded calmly.

Ryan shook his head as tears continued to roll down his pale cheeks.

"Yea you can. Just try," Brendon encouraged with a since of urgenence in his voice.

Ryan looked up at the ceiling as he started crying harder, using his hands to pull at his hair as he tried to cover his face.

"Just try. That's all I'm asking, Ryan. Just fucking try!" Brendon stated gradually raising his voice.

Ryan continued shaking his head as he was becoming more emotionally overwhelmed, but this just frustrated Brendon more.

So he grabbed a hold of Ryan's shoulders and began shaking him, "Just say something!" Brendon yelled sternly.

Ryan turned his head the other way, trying to avoid the other boy's eyes.

"First you have to open your mouth!" Brendon remarked sarcastically.

Ryan started becoming emotionally flushed from how hard he was crying, but it didn't effect him, seeing the scene was more distracting. Brendon then started feeling emotional himself.

So he tried to get in Ryan's face, "Why aren't you trying?"

Ryan used his hand to rub over his cheeks that were being stained with tears. He felt them grow hot as his breathing seemed rushed.

"Stop wishing you could do. When you can easily start doing." Brendon said, keeping a tight grip on the other boy's arms.

Ryan finally looked at Brendon and began hushing his sobs while halting his tears.

"You want to talk and I know you do, but you have to start helping yourself before people can help you!" Brendon cried.

Ryan suddenly stopped standing, and let his legs fall under him. So Brendon let go of his arms as Ryan sat in front of the cabinet and rested his back on the wooden door. Brendon stood next to him allowing tears to slid down his cheeks as he grabbed the wet wash cloth out the sink. He sat next to Ryan and started patting the cloth on his face. Ryan took a deep breathe while closing his eyes.

"I wasn't trying to hurt you, ya know?' Brendon reassured, "I just want you to stop feeling hopeless. I just want you to know your beautiful. I just want you to stop being vulnerable and live, Ryan. I want you to live."

Ryan kept his eyes closed as he drifted into Brendon's voice. It was then, that he took careful notice to analyze every word that slipped off his tongue. Right now, Brendon's words were like porcelain. Nice, shiny, valuable words that meant everything to Ryan. It was like what Brendon was saying was a song and Ryan's ears were earphones themselves. He liked this song, oh did he like this song. Ryan thought Brendon was an aesthetic singer, Hitting every note on key with tone. The words carried as water splashing into his ears, fogging up the sound around them, just so they could be the only ones being heard.

Each noun, vowel, and syllable that were pronounced, gained meticulous calculation and turned into love. To Ryan, the way Brendon enunciated his words with care and concern. Left the impression that beauty leaked off the boys plump, pink lips, leaving Ryan to imagine with closed eyelids. Ryan felt he was on a soft cloud, indulging in sweet pleasures of a soft sound from the gods.

It was sort of like christmas, when you get that warm feeling when you open a present and end up getting exactly what you want. You feel that maybe you are important, because not just anyone would go out and give you exactly what you want. Brendon was portraying the giver and Ryan was simply the receiver but it felt in a strange way he was giving back. What Brendon was giving Ryan, was the sound of advice. Instead of Brendon sheltering him, he was telling him exactly what he need to hear. Brendon was providing the words Ryan couldnt say himself. So Ryan was locking those words inside of him and were going to put them away. He was going to cherish the sound that one day he wouldn't hear anymore and treasure it.

"I want to be the rock for you, because I know you can't do this alone and."

Brendon was cut off, when Ryan slowly opened his eyes and immediately buried his head into Brendon's chest, after he wrapped his arms around his waist. Brendon sat there, looking quite shocked, but in jumping back to reality, he wrapped his arms around Ryan.

"I love you," Brendon whispered hoarsly in Ryan's ear, "I love you so much, gorgeous," he added.

Ryan cried silently and held on tight. He felt as if he was holding on to life itself. Brendon was his oxygen, and right now he could breathe again. Ryan ross could breathe again.

Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red

Sun, 10 Feb 2008 21:43:21 GMT

Title: Unsaid I love You's; He colored In Red
Author: breathe_fiction
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Ryden
Summary: Ryan has a been a lonely, mute person for practically all his life, but suddenly a boy named Brendon comes along. Brendon is intrigued by Ryan and wants to get to know him, Wants to be with him. So Brendon is determined to help Ryan live life and discover his true beauty.
Disclaimer: This is my imagination worked into fiction. I don't own Ryden and any events that happen to be like this are simply coincidental.

Hours later

"It's going to be so much fun," Brendon reassured, staring back and fourth at the road and Ryan.

Ryan smiled shyly, gazing out the window next to him. Brendon felt vibration in his pants and pulled his phone out his pocket. He looked at the screen, pressed a button and put it up to his ear.

"Where are you?" The voice asked.

Brendon noticed it right away, 'Were about to pull up to the parking lot."

"Okay, you should see my on the corner."

A chuckle released from Brendon's mouth, " Okay we'll be there shortly." With that he hung up the phone.

Ryan was "awed" at his surroundings. He'd never been to the whole club and 'out at night scene'. So this was defiantly different, but Ryan had to admit that he liked it, It felt to him like anything and everything could happen.

Brendon pulled into the parking lot and turned off the engine. Then he turned his head, so he could catch glances with Ryan. "Ready?" He asked.

Ryan nodded his head yes and Brendon then opened his door and got out the car. Ryan did too, both doors being shut in a off beat unison. Brendon and Ryan walked side by side, making there way to the sidewalk. Leslie stood at the end of it and greeted the boys with a warming smile.

"Hey." Brendon grinned.

Leslie dove in for a hug, quickly releasing it, so she could do the same to Ryan.

"You look beautiful." Brendon complimented as she did a spin.

"Thank you." She blushed. "But I have to ask! Are you two ready to dance?" She questioned chuckling after.

Brendon looked at Ryan who stood beside him with a 'closed lip' smile. "This is Ryan's first time attending a club, so we need to be very gentle."Brendon answered.

Leslie smirked, hooking her arm with Ryan's, "I shall show you a good time."

Ryan nodded his head, as he took note to the malicious grin that owned over her lips.

Brendon examined the long line, "But don't we have to wait?" He asked, walking behind her.

"Nope." She responded.

Brendon looked at Ryan and Ryan seemed took involved with his surroundings. Leslie stopped in front of a security guard.

"Leslie." He smiled.

"Who else would it be?" Leslie laughed. "These two are with me." she added.

"Okay cool" He said unhooking the velvet rope. Leslie looked at us, "Come on!" She cheered letting go of Ryan's arm.

Brendon grabbed Ryan's hand to make sure he wouldn't lose him. Then following behind Leslie, they felt the immediate warmth of body heat that had already formed in the air. Music blared around the room, banging hard on our eardrums as they tried to move through the huge crowd. Leslie stopped in front the bar. "Three shots of vodka." She demanded. The guy placed the glasses on the counter, pouring liquid in each one.

Leslie pulled out her money and gave it to the guy. Once he took it, she slid the glasses towards herself, handing me one. Then shoving one towards Ryan.

"No he doesn't drink," Brendon yelled in her ear.

"Did you care to ask him?" She replied.

Brendon looked at Ryan, "Do you want something to drink?" He asked.

Ryan nodded his head yes.

Brendon leaned closer to his ear, "I mean like alcohol. Do you want an alcohol beverage?"

Ryan looked at Brendon and then at leslie. "It'll help you loosen up." She suggested.

Ryan continued to look at Leslie and Brendon. "You don't have to!" Brendon reassured. Ryan then shook his head yes, giving leisure for leslie to hand him his shot. Ryan grabbed it and waited for Brendon and Leslie.

"Alright Lets cheer to one hell of a night" Leslie said picking up her shot. Brendon held onto his as they all three hit there glasses together and then downed the shots. Ryan was left with a sour faced visage, allowing Brendon to comfort him.

"Are you okay?" Brendon asked.

Ryan nodded his head yes and wiped the back of his hand over his lips.

"That was good!" Leslie cheered. "Three more!" She told the bar tender. He poured the shots and Leslie took a drink and so did Brendon.

"Do you want another?" Leslie asked Ryan. He shook his head no this time, making leslie shrug her shoulders and mutter the words, "Well more me."

Brendon looked at Ryan as he downed his shot and put the glass down, "Want to go dance?" He asked.

Ryan nodded his head with a smile.

(.)

The night progressed with socializing, dancing and a lot of drinking. Leslie was a complete mess by the end of the night. Brendon being waisted himself was still responsible, because he found a friends number in Leslie's phone and called her up. She paid for a taxi up to the club and drove leslie home in her car. Once Brendon knew leslie was in good hands, Ryan knew it was time to take Brendon home. While he drove, he couldn't help but to listen to the slur words that rolled off Brendon's tongue. He took no notice to them, because even though Ryan wasn't the drinking type, he'd been around people who were drunk before and honestly he didn't like it.

He never knew depending on the person how'd they act from it, but thankfully Brendon was laid back. After about 30 minutes of driving he arrived at his apartment complex. Ryan pulled into the parking lot and turned off the engine. Once he pulled the key out the ignition, he turned his head to stare at Brendon. Brendon sat there with his eyes close, swaying his head slowly as he started singing a song.

Ryan admired how happy he looked right there and really didn't want to ruin it , but he really wanted to go to bed. It was times like this when he really hated not being able to speak. So he grabbed Brendon's hand, bringing him back into reality. So Brendon stopped singing, opened his eyes and stared at Ryan. The other boy stared back at Brendon and noticed the way he looked at him, was a way he's never done before.

"Your so beautiful." Brendon complimented, dragging his words out at a slow pace.

Ryan smiled shyly.

"Some times I just want to hide you from the world." Brendon laughed. Then he took notice to his fingers, as his expression grew serious, "Because, you don't realize how dangerous your beauty is. I just want to grab you by your shoulders, shake you and yell the words "Your beautiful" and suddenly make you believe it." Brendon slurred looking straight forward.

Ryan started to get the feeling Brendon was confessing something. Ryan always truly believed people always told the truth when they were drunk.

"One day you'll find someone else," Brendon's voice started cracking. So he took a gulp and turned to Ryan, turning his body along with his head. "When you find that someone they'll like you and you'll like them." Ryan noticed Brendon's eyes were beginning to water. So the younger boy paused and lowered his head. Then as he brought it back up, his voice began in whispers, "I don't want to lose you."

Ryan grabbed his hand and that was when the first tear slid down Brendon's cheek.

"Ryan, I love you." Brendon said, crying after wards.

And that's another time when Ryan regretted not being able to talk because, he'd felt this too, but sadly he wouldn't be able to express it. So in return of Brendon's words, along with his sobs. Ryan grabbed Brendon and held him in a hug.

Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red

Fri, 08 Feb 2008 21:23:46 GMT

Title: Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red
Author: breathe_fiction
Rating: Rated R
Pairing: Ryden
Summary: Ryan has a been a lonely, mute person for pratically all his life, but suddenly a boy named Brendon comes along. Brendon is intrigued by Ryan and wants to get to know him, Wants to be with him. So Brendon is determined to help Ryan live life and discover his true beauty.
Disclaimer: This is my imagination worked into fiction. I don't own Ryden and any events that happen to be like this are simply coincidental.

Brendon jaunted beside Ryan, gawking at the boy who hadn't bothered to give him any notice.

"Are you okay, my love?" He asked. Ryan guided his eyes towards Brendon, proceeding to nod his head slowly.

"You know it's okay if your not?" Brendon reassured, hinting concern in his voice.

Ryan stopped walking and stood in place. A few inches away from him, Brendon turned his body half way around to stare at the other boy. Ryan indicated hesitation while pointing to the grass, "Do you want to go sit down?' Brendon interpreted. Ryan nodded his head and both boys sauntered towards the grass and took a seat under the tree. Ryan bent his legs towards his chest and Brendon sat in front of him, indian style. Ryan began picking at the grass, allowing it to fall between his fingers. Brendon squinted his eyes trying to look up into the sky but lowered his head to stare down at his lap. Birds and children's laughter could be heard in the distance; along with the busy streets and walking by standers.

Ryan was really trying hard to forget about what happened earlier, but he couldn't figure out why that people could be so rude.

Why be mean to the people you don't know? Ryan thought.

Ryan was thinking maybe he did something bad, but as far as he could remember he hadn't done anything wrong. So he sat there picking at the grass, feeling totally and utterly confused.

Why take your angry out on people who haven't done anything too you? Ryan thought.

Brendon examined Ryan who seemed distracted with the grass. So after a few seconds of awkward silence, Brendon decided he needed to say something to help the situation. "We can go home, if you want?" He suggested.

Ryan continued picking the grass while he shook his head no. Brendon tried to think of something else to say, he wondered if Ryan even knew what was going on.

"Ryan, do you know why that guy yelled those things out?" Brendon questioned, fiddling with his fingers.

Ryan still bemused; nodded his head sideways. Brendon cleared his throat, "Well it's just that some people don't like to see two guys together. Most people think it's disgusting, They find it not 'normal' ".

Ryan stopped picking at the grass and remained still.

"A lot of people hate that were together." Brendon declared. "But if your willing to make this work, then I'm willing to put up with those assholes." He added.

Ryan scratched his head while squinting his eyes from the sun.

"I know you've never been with a guy and well I'm happy to help you along." Brendon informed.

Ryan covered his mouth as a laugh slipped out his mouth.

Brendon scuffed sharply, "What's funny? Did I sound corney?"

Ryan looked at him and shook his head. Brendon arched his eyebrows, biting down on his lip, "You know you have a nice laugh?" He complimented.

Ryan laid his hand over his chest, fluttering his eyelids in an over exaggerated manner.

Brendon chuckled, "Oh you like that? Well did you know you got a nice pair of lips too?" He voiced soothingly.

Ryan stuck his lips out, pretending as though he was blushing.

"You know I'd really like to kiss those lips." Brendon mentioned lowering his head, then picking it back up.

Ryan's heart started beating fast as he looked around him. Brendon laughed. "Close your eyes." He instructed.

Ryan did as he was told.

"Now follow my voice." Brendon said smoothly.

Ryan nodded his head.

"Picture were the only two people on this earth and I'm the only one that's here with you."

Once Brendon noticed Ryan seemed calm, he leaned in, closing his eyes and pressed his lips against Ryan's. Ryan felt a tingling feeling all over his body. It felt like someone lit this wick within him and suddenly it went off, not leaving no part of his inside's un felt. Ryan was melting in the kiss as it progressed. allowing Brendon's tongue to caress Ryan's top lip. Then Brendon leaned away and the next thing Ryan heard was the faint sound of "Open your eyes". Ryan raised his eyelids, still in a gaze as a huge smile took possession over his lips.

"How was that?" Brendon asked shyly.

Ryan nodded his head quickly.

"Well there's plenty more where that came from, but for now my love, we really need to head home." Brendon remarked.

(.)

Brendon pulled Ryan through the door and pushed him on the couch. Ryan smiled, wondering what brought upon Brendons sudden agressiveness.

"Okay, you stay put until I come back out. Alright?" Brendon said.

At the nod of Ryan's head Brendon left the room. A few seconds later he came back demanding Ryan to stand up. So he did and Brendon ran behind him and put both of hands over his eyes. Brendon guided him to room, stopping them in front of the counter in the bathroom.

"Look" Brendon said slowly, removing his hands from over Ryan's eyes.

Ryan's smile faded at the sight of his reflection. Brendon's smile did the same, at the sight of Ryan's expression.

"Don't be like that to yourself!" Brendon sighed.

Ryan suddenly closed his eyes shut and Brendon forced him around. Ryan quickly opened his eyes.

"How can you not like a face as beautiful as yours?' Brendon questioned.

Ryan shrugged his shoulders, staring down at the ground. Then Brendon placed his index finger under Ryan's chin, raising his head slowly. Brendon looked dead into his eyes and whispered the words, "Absolutely Gorgeous".

Ryan tried to hide his forming grin, as he crossed his arms. Brendon then wrapped his arms around Ryan's waist as Ryan did the same to him. There foreheads leaned in together as they looked into each others eyes. Brendon licked his lips and began to speak, "Talk is cheap, but I promise every morning I wake up I'll call you gorgeous until I can convince you that your a beautiful person, deal?"

Ryan looked away feeling slightly silly at Brendon's statement, but thought what the heck. So he nodded his head, influencing the wide smirk that played along Brendon's lips. A few minutes later they Pulled away from each other, Brendon going into the kitchen and Ryan following behind him. Ryan sat at the table while Brendon went to get 2 cold sodas from the fridge. When he came back he sat across from Ryan, sliding him a soda across the table.

"So I know I got your ok to go to the club, but I want to know how you feel about it?" Brendon said taking a sip of his soda.

Ryan shrugged his shoulders.

Brendon chuckled, "No seriously, tell me what you think?"

Ryan got up from his chair to go get his etch-a sketch. When he returned he showed Brendon the screen.

I find it nerve racking. I mean I'm guessing there will be a lot of people packed together.

Brendon took another sip of his soda, "Yeah there will be a lot of people, but once your around them it's nothing but fun." He reassured.

Ryan began stretching on the toy, then showed Brendon.

Are you sure they won't say anything about me?

"If they do, it'll be a sure remark of jealousy." Brendon smiled.

Ryan blushed while shaking the toy. Brendon took another sip of his drink, then placed it on the table. Something had really been on his mind and he just had to ask. "Okay, you have the choice to answer this or not but I just have to ask." He swallowed his spit and let out a breathe. "Remember a month ago when you....ya know?"

Ryan nodded his head.

"What was that all about?"

Ryan began rubbing the back of his neck and sighed. Shortly after fidgeting for a few seconds he started sketching, after wards revealing the screen to Brendon.

I'd rather not talk about it.

"That's perfectly okay. Just talk to me when your ready." Brendon said.

Ryan laid the toy on the table and grabbed his drink, untwisting the cap and taking a small sip. Brendon rose from his seat and went to the living room. He plopped down on the couch, grabbed the remote off the coffee table. Then turned the tv on and watched what was on. Ryan hesitated if he should got sit next to Brendon or not. He didn't know if Brendon was angry or offended. It wasn't that Ryan didn't trust Brendon, it was the fact he didn't know how. He wanted to tell Brendon everything, but he didn't want Brendon to think he was a total nutcase, because honestly he didn't want to lose him.

Brendon on the other hand started to get the impression Ryan didn't trust him. It always seemed he was hiding things and didn't want to express how he felt to him. So Brendon decided he needed to take baby steps with Ryan. He couldn't make Ryan do anything he didn't want to do and he wasn't planning on doing that anyway.

Ryan tightened the lid over his drink and stood up, pushing his chair into the table. Brendon noticed this and shot his eyes towards Ryan.

"What are you doing?' Brendon asked.

Ryan looked at Brendon and shrugged his shoulders.

"Want to come sit on daddys lap?" Brendon joked, using a deep voice.

Ryan laughed outloud as he went to go sit by Brendon, sitting down he looked at Brendon, presenting a huge smirk.

"Oh! I'm so going to make sure you have fun tonight" Brendon stated.

Orly? Ryan thought

Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red

Mon, 04 Feb 2008 04:04:28 GMT

Title: Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red
Author: breathe_fiction
Rating: Rated: R
Pairing: Ryden
Summary: Ryan has a been a lonely, mute person for pratically all his life, but suddenly a boy named Brendon comes along. Brendon is intrigued by Ryan and wants to get to know him, Wants to be with him. So Brendon is determined to help Ryan live life and discover his true beauty.
Disclaimer: This is my imagination worked into fiction. I don't own Ryden and any events that happen to be like this are simply coincidental.
Author Notes: So So Sorry for the long wait, I hope you can forgive me, but alas heres chapter 8:)

    Brendon's eyelids heaved up slowly and his first sight was Ryan sleeping. A smile fished around his plump lips as he took the liberty to use his index finger to caress the other boys cheek. Then he moved a strand of hair out Ryan's face and placed it behind his ear. Ryan breathed in deeper, exhaling from his nose. The air danced on Brendon's cheek as he closed his eyes and laid there. Re-opening his eyes, Brendon stared at Ryan. The other boy remained sleeping peacefully. So Brendon stared at him, eager to start a relationship with someone so special. It seemed Brendon's stomach breed butterflies, because that's what his stomach felt like every time he was around Ryan. As corney as it was, this was a real feeling Brendon received, not concerning his own regard. It wasn't like he was complaining about it, because, he'd already figured out that this would come up when you really cared for someone; like he cared for Ryan. He knows he hasn't known this boy that long to be caring about him this much , but that's just the way Brendon's feelings excelled.

    Ryan raised his eye lids and stared at Brendon. That's exactly what he did. Stare at Brendon. the way he looked at Brendon was indescribable, but when Brendon presented a promising smile, Ryan would blush. Since the day they started going out, Ryan would wake up with the same face. Brendon always took no mind to it. He just figured Ryan wasn't a morning person or just maybe Ryan wasn't use to waking up to someone. Brendon stared at Ryan as the boy laid on his back. He believed he was thinking. His eyes looked meticulously and deliberate. Brendon took into thought that just maybe it wouldn't hurt to show affection.

     So Brendon laid there on his side, propped up on his elbow as he rested the side of his face on his palm. Just examining his type of character, trying to adjust the idea that it might be like this as long as there together. "What are you thinking about, my love?" Brendon asked combing his fingers through Ryan's hair. Ryan turned his head to look at Brendon and smiled. Then it seemed as though he went into deep thought. So they laid there and stared at each other, like there weren't any words to describe what either person was feeling.

Ryan suddenly got up and stretched out his body. Brendon continued to gawk at the boy as he pulled some clothes out the closet and laid them on the bed. Ryan then went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Brendon licked his dry lips and pulled the cover over his head.

(.)

   He didn't know he'd fell a sleep until he felt something nudging his shoulder. Brendon opened his eyes and the first thing that caught his attention was Ryan standing over him.

"How long was I sleep?" He asked rubbing his eyes, then directing them towards Ryan.

Ryan smiled, displaying 10 fingers all together on both hands.

"Hours?" Brendon questioned, hinting surprise in his voice.

   Ryan grinned widely, shaking his head. Brendon looked at the clock and the time read; 9:56. When he laid his head down it was 9:46.

"10 minutes," He emphasized being held up by his elbows.

Ryan sat next to Brendon and traced his finger over his bare chest.

Brendon chuckled, "That tickles!"

Ryan's cheeks started turning red, parading the visage of embarrassment. Brendon sat up and quickly pecked Ryan's lips. Ryan was shocked at this short display of affection. This was defiantly something he wasn't use to.

Brendon closed his eyes and smiled, "Now That was something I've been wanting." He hummed after wards.

Ryan looked around shyly entwining his fingers together. Brendon stared at him while biting on the inside of his lip,"What do we do today, my love?"

The other boy quickly got up to go get his etch-a-sketch from another room, coming back in the room, he showed   Brendon the screen.

Lets go to the park.

Brendon raised an eyebrow, "You want me to go to the park?"

    The boy shook his head and Brendon shuffled out a chuckle, "Let me get dress." He stated pulling the cover off of him and getting up from the bed. When he went into the bathroom the first thing he noticed was the mirror covered with duct tape. The mirror that drove him crazy since the first day he'd rested eyes on it. He never had the courage to ask Ryan why there was duct tape on the mirror, because it never really concerned him before, but since they'd be living together he needed to know why. So stopping in the bathroom doorway, he turned back around to look at Ryan who indicated fascination with his toy. Brendon raised his eyebrow and tried to form a sentence, "Ryan why is there tape on the mirror?"

  Ryan looked at Brendon as he blew out a heavy sigh. Then he started sketching words on the toy, shortly after wards he stood up and walked up to Brendon. Ryan showed him the toy and Brendon read it to himself.

I don't like reflections.

Brendon shook his head, "You can't be telling me your not happy with yourself?"

   Ryan lowered his head and scraped his feet against the carpet. Brendon gripped Ryan's hips and pulled him against his body. Brendon's arms wrapped around him and held him in embrace. Ryan felt numb all over, because he's never had anyone hold him like Brendon was doing right now. Crazy as it was Ryan expressed his gratitude by wrapping his arms tightly around Brendon. They could both concluded everything was going to be alright, because all they needed was each other.

(.)

    It was a breathe of fresh air for Ryan to go to the park at least once a day. It was his time to think and gather his thoughts but, it was even better to share this time with someone else. Ryan really did like Brendon and really did love being with him. The whole move and starting of the relationship was different but, something he really needed. Ryan needed a companion, someone who could love him and someone he could love.

Brendon looked at Ryan and Ryan looked at Brendon, sharing shy glances, like a couple of school girls in private school.

"What a nice day it is!" Brendon stated looking up into the sky.

Ryan fiddled with his fingers and nodded his head yes in agreement. Brendon suddenly grabbed Ryan's hand, entwining there fingers together. Ryan's heart started beating fast, causing him to become nervous.

"It'll be okay." Brendon stated, showing Ryan a reassuring smile.

    Ryan lowered his head, turning red while sweat started to form at his fingertips. Then he looked back up to look at Brendon who was already looking at him. Suddenly his heart started beating slower and his nerves started to calm down. Those three simply words relaxed the body he now had no control of. It seemed Brendon controlled himself and Ryan. It was crazy how someone could have so much power over you, but he did and Ryan wasn't certainly complaining.

   This had to be the first time they'd actually showed Public affection. Ryan was always scared to initiate it and Brendon was just waiting for the right moment. Ryan gripped Brendon's hand tighter parading a smile so big, it hurt ed his lips. Brendon Couldn't tear his eyes away from the boy who seemed so happy, but did to just look around at the park. The sky was blue as day, clouds where visible and the sun was shining so bright. An absolutely beautiful day to be out.

"Do you feel good, my love?' Brendon asked, anticipating his answer.

Ryan nodded his head, biting down on his lower lip in a flirtatious manner.

"Great because, it feels good to me too." Brendon responded with soft words.

   A swish of a bike riding past them, followed with a guy ranting the words "You fucking faggots." Ryan jumped trying to pull his hand away from Brendon, but Brendon held on too him tight. Ryan had never heard such hateful words spoken in his life. So with never having that experience it scared him to death. Ryan closed his eyes and stopped in place, making Brendon come to a halt also.

"Don't pay attention to him." Brendon reassured.

Ryan looked around skeptical wondering if anyone else would pass by them calling them out.

Brendon placed his hand over Ryan's cheek, "I'm here and I won't let anyone hurt you."

Ryan let out a sigh, nodding his head. "Do you trust me?" Brendon asked. Ryan looked away and back at Brendon.

"Well maybe were not there yet and it's okay." Brendon said letting his hand go. Ryan stared at his hand that was no longer entwined with Brendon's. Then he looked at Brendon with a blank expression. "Calm down, my love. This will take time and we'll get there. I'm not rushing you." Brendon stated. "Lets go."

The boys continued walking along the trail, enjoying and taking in there surrounds.

"Brendon?" Someone called. Both boys stopped again and looked behind them. It was the girl Brendon worked with.

"leslie?" He questioned.

Leslie stopped before them, wearing a sports bra and spandex shorts. It looked as though she'd been jogging around. "What brings you guys here?" she smiled.

"Ryan wanted to get out." Brendon chuckled.

"That's cool. Hey I'm going to this club tonight and I was wondering did you want to go?"

Brendon looked at Ryan, to get his permission. Ryan smiled nodding.

"Sure that'd be great, just as long as I can bring Ryan." He laughed.

Leslie shoved out a chuckle, " Sure! what the heck?" She said fanning herself

"Hot much?" Brendon joked.

"Literally and figuratively." She replied.

    Brendon moved his eyes from her face to her chest as everything seemed to play in slow motion. One moment he was sweet with Ryan and the next he was checking out leslie's boobs. He watched closely as the sweat glistened off her chest. Then noticed how she flipped her hair back and the way her lips curled up. His eyes trailed to her stomach that was flat, and pale even from the exposing sun that reflected over her beautifully toned body. Then his eyes gawked at her thighs then legs that were also pale and gorgeous.

"Brendon??" Leslie questioned, snapping him out his gaze.

"Yes." Brendon said.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Of course" Brendon smiled. "Perfectly okay" He added.

"Good then," She said seductively. "See you two tonight." She stated jogging away.

    Ryan caught her last words only because, he was too busy staring at the bird that was waiting in the bird bath. It reminded it of him. He thought that because, when he observed the bird he concluded it was waiting for someone, just like he was doing. He was lost and waiting just like that bird was. He knows he has Brendon but, he could never predict how long there relationship would last. So he'd have to sit and wait, but for tonight he'd be going to a club. He'd never been to one before.

It's Brittany Bitch....

Thu, 31 Jan 2008 04:13:38 GMT

FIANLLY!!!!

My internet was turned back on today. So -SCORE-. I know I haven't updated my story in ages but I will try to update tomorrow. If I can't tomorrow then it'll be up by this weekend. I thank everyone for being patients becuz I WILL BE CONTINUING THE STORY!!!!! I just hope I didnt lose any readers, becuz of my lack of updating.

please forgive me.....

Fri, 18 Jan 2008 03:53:37 GMT

For the circumstances of only having internet services on my phone. I have no clue when i'll be able to update my story. My phone wont allow me to post my story like i'd wish too. So I give out my sincerest apologies. I'll try to ge ta update out as soon as i can but i cant promise itll be out anytime soon. So if i could have ur patients for a little while longer, i'd be very greatful. i just thought i owed my readers something. Thatd be insane just leaving y'all on the thread like that. So just hang tight and again i thank everyone who has read my story. I Luv You *blows kisses*

Just wondering......

Sun, 13 Jan 2008 10:04:39 GMT

If you want to you can friend me on my personal journal.

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I'm going to try to update alot more then I have been:)

Your My Autumn Scent Of Failure, My Winter Stench Of Promises

Sun, 30 Dec 2007 20:42:01 GMT

Title: Your My Autumn Scent Of Failure, My Winter Stench Of Promises.
Author: breathe_fiction
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryden
P.O.V: Third
Summary: Ryan wants to be a good boyfriend, so instead of mortifing and trying to help Brendon, he goes out to get Brendon's next fix.
Disclaimer: I don't own Panic. Only thing I one is title, plot, and words.
Authors Note: Read, Enjoy,Comment!!!!

Ryan doesn't really know when this all started. He can't quite remember the first time Brendon had began ruining himself. Time flew past Ryan, not giving him warnings notice, that months from now it'd affect every ones life. Jon and Spencer were left clueless, feeding off obliviousness to what was happening to Brendon, but Ryan knew. It's just Ryan swept it under the rug, thinking every time he'd close his eyes the problems would go away. He thought if he shoved it out his thoughts, then it wouldn't actually be happening.

Sunny days, and cloudless nights, shining stars, singing birds, open fields with tall grass swaying from the wind. Life would be normal, well Ryan's perception of it. So that'd mean Brendon would be happy, Ryan would be happy, because Brendon was happy. Jon and Spencer would be happy to see Ryan and Brendon happy. Smiles would go around like free candy on Halloween and no one would feel stressed, because no one had reasons to stress about.

No stress, eh?

Ryan couldn't reminisce on the first time he noticed his hair falling out or the time he saw a few grey strands. There isn't a time machine to turn back time, so here Ryan Ross will have to lye down in the bed he made. He'll have to lie in the present he created, because he was too in denial to change the things that started in his past. Stupidity wouldn't quite describe the inclination of what Ryan allowed to carry on so long. Maybe it was the way Brendon smiled, blinding Ryan from reality. Maybe it was the way Brendon would purr sweet things in his ear, deafening Ryan from his own conscious, or Maybe it was the way Brendon stared at him with his big brown eyes, paralyzing Ryan, from the actualization before him.

Whatever it was or however it started, it still rests on Ryan's finger tips, waking up beside him everyday, Lounging in his ear and eating up his insides all together. Now everyone pays, for the tiniest mistake, because all Ryan was trying to do was be a good boyfriend. Now all he can do is continue to be a good boyfriend, adding in a little support he'll have to show for those deploring styles. Mental images of his past, mingling into his dreams, captivating the bull of daunting misery, won't make up for now, because it's just too late. He's in too far, down too deep. What more can you do? Then live today, to stay alive for tomorrow.

Your Love Is My Heart Disease [Standalone]

Sat, 22 Dec 2007 19:26:43 GMT

Title: Your Love Is My Heart Disease [Standalone]
Author: breathe_fiction
Rating: Rated-R (Obscene language, Dirty Boisecks, Dirty talk, Adult and Graphic content)
Pairing: Ryden
POV: Third
Summary: "It's weird how I use to be your everything and now I mean nothing to you." Brendon laughed, "It's insane how people wil pick you up just to push you back down."
Disclaimer: I do own the plot. I don't own Ryden and the title is a lyric from the song "Ready Aim Misfire" By: New Years Day

Brendon kept concentration on the boy who had his legs tucked under the vanity, feeling slightly aroused. While Painful desire lurked it's way through the air, urging Brendon between his legs. Heavy Lust and cynical love trickled from his lips and blurred his vision. The visible attraction rested in the room and dawdled in the nooks and carnies of Brendon's mind.

3 hours to the show and Spence and Jon are eating out.

Brendon raised up from the couch and stood behind Ryan, Parading a malicious smirk that took ownership over his lips, as his fingertips danced along Ryan's tensed up shoulders. Brendon stared at Ryan's reflection through the mirror. Provoking the hairs on Ryan's back to stand at attention shortly after Brendon cupped the front of his neck.

"Wanna fuck me?" He indicated coldly.

With not much effort, Brendon leaned down to rest his lips by Ryan's ear, Heaving soft breathes between each word he said.

"Because..I...sure..want...to...fuck...you!" His statement oozed off his tongue, giving reason for Ryan to become mentally paralyzed.

Brendon slowly straightened his back as he turned Ryan's chair to face him.

"This can't happen anymore, because I can't keep doing this to her." Ryan confirmed.

Brendon's smirk faded off his lips, "Never again Ryan darling. Never again." Brendon promised regaining his composure. This was quickly followed with Brendon unbuckling his belt, letting his pants along with his boxers fall to his ankles. Then he proceed to stroke on his cock to soothe it's throbbing.

"You want this bitch?" Brendon groaned.

Ryan nodded his head biting down on his lower lip.

"Want this cock in your mouth?" Brendon sneered.

Ryan smiled widely nodding his head again.

Brendon released his own hand as Ryan's long slender fingers wrapped around his cock, rubbing it in a lethargic motion. Low groans slipped off Brendon's lips, as he stared at Ryan who carried contact while looking up at him. Ryan spit his saliva at the tip of Brendon's cock massaging it in then allowing it in his mouth. A race of tingles ran throughout Brendon's body at the feeling his cock inside of Ryan.

Ryan's mouth slid along Brendon's cock, granting it to swell up some more. A few minute's later Ryan took Brendon's cock out his mouth, as he preyed his tongue around the tip of it teasing-ly. The volume of Brendon's groans started to raise, allowing a few moans to slip out too. Shortly after Ryan placed the cock in his mouth, giving commission for Brendon's hands to rest on the back of Ryan's head. Then Brendon took the opportunity to begin thrusting in the others boy's mouth.

Ryan dug his hands past his pants and inside his boxers, grabbing his own cock and jerking off.

Brendon's eyes rolled to the back of his head from the erotic feeling of his guilty pleasure. Ryan sped up the pace, deep throating and gagging on Brendon.

"Suck it!" Brendon scuffed clenching his jaw.

Ryan's hand started squeezing tighter around his own cock, creating friction from the speed.

"Awe shit," Brendon whined, grabbing hold of his cock, pushing Ryan's head back.

Brendon was jerking himself off above Ryan's mouth, releasing warm, white liquid. A final sigh mixed in with a groan filled Ryan's ears as he mixed the cum in with his oen saliva, twirling it around his mouth. He let it rest on his lips until he was demanded to swallow.

Round 2

Ryan stood up and pushed Brendon backwards until he had him straddled on the couch, attacking the side of his neck with ruff kisses. Brendon tugged on Ryan's hair before Ryan moved his lips to Brendon's. They immediately started making out, provoking Ryan's erection to insanity. So Ryan stood on his knees between Brendon's legs and penetrated inside of him. Brendon stifled out a helpless moan, reacting to the force Ryan was pushing into him.

"You like that?" Ryan grunted starting at a fast pace.

Brendon exposed high moans, while scrunching up his nose.

"This feels so good." Ryan announced following with silent whimpers.

Brendon endured the pain that seemed to last forever, but soon blended in ties of pleasure sent chills around Brendon's spine, as sweat dripped of Ryan's forehead. So Brendon began in rhythm with Ryan as the two found a rhythm together. Enjoyment lingered between the two people, creating a sensation that was indescribable and only displayed through the bodily fluids the two males shared.

Ryan's toes curled up as he let his head fall back, following his warm cum to release into Brendon. He pulled out falling on top of Brendon and resting his head on Brendon's chest.

"I bet I'm so better than her!" Brendon chuckled entangling his fingers in Ryan's hair.

"I'd have to say it's about even." Ryan respond with a smile on his face.

Brendon pushed him off and went to slip on his pants. "Like that it's over. Everything we had is over!" he said buckling his belt.

Ryan raised up from off the couch and walked up to Brendon, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Were still friends," he reassured. "Just maybe not with benefits." he added.

Brendon smirked. "Oh, how can I ever live without Ryan Ross ever being inside of me again?"

Ryan laughed. "Get over yourself. I'm with someone now and if we continue to do this it'll be called cheating."

"So, what makes you fucking me this time any different from when you fucked any other time?"

Ryan sighed, "it's different because this time is the last time."

Brendon bit his bottom lip and pulled away from Ryan's grip. "I have to go to the bathroom." he stated walking away.

Ryan watched Brendon until he was in the bathroom. His eyes fixated on the door until he snapped out of his gaze, shortly after he dragged himself to the vanity. A few moments later he heard the toilet flush and the sound of running water come on. The water was shortly turned off when Brendon entered the room. Ryan smiled at him through the mirror as Brendon stood behind him.

"It's weird how I use to be your everything and now it's like I mean nothing to you." Brendon laughed. "It's insane how people will pick you up just to push you back down."

"Brendon your talking crazy!" Ryan chuckled.

"Never again, right? Brendon asked.

Ryan raised his eyebrows, carrying a serious expression, "Brendon I love you"

Brendon blinked his eyes shut for a few moments, as he pulled the gun from behind his back and positioned it behind Ryan's head.

"I love you too," He whispered, smiling before pulling the trigger.

Blood splattered on the glass, getting on Brendon's face, but he continued to wear his crooked smile. Using his other hand to pull a cigarette from behind his ear. He then used the hand with the gun to lite it, Throwing the lighter down he let the cigarette rest between his lips as he walked out the room. He heard heavy footsteps as the door could be heard getting swung open. A piercing scream and cries from his fellow band mates rang through his ears, but Brendon kept walking until he was on stage.

A huge crowd was before him. So he placed the cigarette between his fingers and grabbed a hold of the mic.

"Is everyone ready for a show tonight?" he yelled out.

Everyone remained silent.

The silence could of been triggered because he was holding the gun, it could be because he was smoking a cigarette, or it could be the fact they heard a previous gunshot back stage. There eyes that stared back at Brendon from the crowd knew what happened, because they could see right through him.

A single tear strained from his eye as he released a warming smile, inhaling that cigarette one last time before throwing it down and stepping on it. He then grabbed the mic again.

"Thank you everyone and goodnight." Brendon shouted, grinning while closing his eyes as more tears slipped from them.

Re opening his eyes he looked at the side curtain to see Jon and Spencer. They looked upset. They looked curious. They looked worried. They seemed shocked. No words that could come out there mouth could change anything that had happened or was going to happen. So Brendon looked back at the crowd.

He held on to that grin as his words had been spoken. Slowly but surely he let go of the mic, continuing to stare at the crowd, he placed the gun to his head and with blowing a "unpromised" kiss, he pulled the trigger.

Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red

Sat, 15 Dec 2007 04:43:24 GMT

Title: Unsaid I love You's; He Colored In Red
Author: breathe_fiction
Rating: Rated R
Pairing: Ryden
POV: Third person
Summary: Brendon's turned on by the way Ryan is and Ryan loves the way Brendon is because he's the only one who understands him. He cherishes the way Brendon knows what he's saying without him actually having to say it. Brendon knows ryan has a lot ot say but can't do so unless he has his 'Etch A Sketch'. Even though Brendon's always been the talker and Ryan's always been the listener it can only bring them closer together.
Disclaimer: I don't own ryan or brendon and this is all works of my imagination worked into fiction.
Author Notes: I actually don't know how many chapters I'm going to do for this but I can tell you comments give me inspiration for my writing. So comments of ever kind are welcomed.
left side of dash= # of chapter
Right side of dash= # of previous chapter
Exp. 5/4

One Month Later

"Is that everything?" Brendon asked watching Ryan step through the door with a box.

Ryan nodded his head as he laid the box down on the floor. Ryan shortly after walked up to Brendon wrapping his arms around his waist, leaving soft fragile kisses on the side of his neck. "I can't believe were moving in together," Brendon recited becoming mentally incoherent from Ryan's touch. He closed his eyes and reopened them while he gave Ryan a small push, "I don't know about this."

Ryan stared at Brendon with a huge grin fishing around his lips.

"What are you thinking?' Brendon asked trying to keep a straight face while showing a little suspicion.

Ryan poked his 2 index fingers together.

"Oh, that!" Brendon quickly figured out. "Seriously," he added unsure.

Ryan stood in front of Brendon and teasingly stripped off his shirt, then let it fall from his hand beside him.There eyes traveled down to stare at Ryan's fingers as they intertwined with Brendon's. There heads slowly looked up displaying expressions of passion leaking desire from there eyes. Brendon used his free hand to rest on the back of Ryan's head, when leaning in they pressed there lips together.

Ryan's tongue gained entrance into Brendon's mouth while both crotches rubbed up against each other. Fire burned within them letting there clenched lips endured each other ruffly. The intertwined hands let go as Brendon's sinful lips slid over Ryan's cheeks, leaving a trail of saliva behind as they rested on Ryan's ear.

"You don't understand all the dirty things I want to do to you." Brendon stated; with unsteady breathes while heaving in the boys ear.

Ryan took the opportunity to move his free hand to grip the back of Brendon's ass, pulling the two even closer.

If Ryan could talk he'd whisper back Why don't you do them already?

(.)

Brendon pushed Ryan on the bed, proceeding to lay on top of him. The boys lips stayed attached as Ryan used his hands to roam around Brendon's back and Brendon used his hands to hold Ryan's waist. A few seconds later Brendon leaned his lips from Ryan's, parading a grin as he used is teeth to bite off the buttons on Ryan's shirt. Opening his shirt with delicacy Brendon left a trail of pecks on Ryan's bare chest.

Brendon then tilted his head upwards so he could carry contact with Ryan as he used his teeth to unzip his zipper; followed by using his finger tips to slid off his pants, until they slipped off his legs. Ryan's cheeks started to turn a light shade of pink while Brendon pulled off the boys boxers; Literally Ryan's "friend" was up for the occasion. So Brendon grabbed his cock and stroked it sluggishly.

This was something Ryan had never had the pleasure of enjoying. So Brendon had it programmed in his head he'd show this boy the time of his life.

"You like that?"

Ryan threw his head back while letting a content moan fall from his lips.

"I guess that's a yes" Brendon sneered.

Brendon then wrapped his lips around Ryan's cock, making Ryan flinch at this unexpected touch. Brendon's arm stretched out to rest on Ryan's stomach.The Words laid at the tip of Ryan's tongue, lingering to be said. So inside Ryan's heard he moaned the words his mouth wouldn't allow him to say. Brendon could understand what Ryan was saying by the way he pulled his hair, made sounds, or moved his legs. The body language said more then words could describe as the two boys enjoyed this time together.

Chills find it's way around Brendon himself, as he took a hold of his own cock, stroking it at the same rhythm he was bobbing on Ryan. Testosterone built up within Brendon, failing Ryan as he felt restless from his tensed up muscles. He couldnt control the urges so his fingernails would dig into the sheets every time he felt Brendon going down a little deeper. Enough were the tip of his cock was rubbing against Brendon tonsils.

Minutes later both boys came. After they cleaned up there messes they laid in bed together. The sheet covered there naked bodies that faced each other. Brendon stared at Ryan's lips as he caressed his jaw line. Then he used his other arm to wrap around Ryan's hip, pushing there bodies closer together. No words were needed to explain what both boys were thinking at this time. So they just laid there staring into each others eyes. KIlling each other with the love they felt for the other person.

Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red

Wed, 12 Dec 2007 04:13:44 GMT

Title: Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red
Author: breathe_fiction
Rating: Rated R
Pairing: Ryden
POV: Third person
Summary: Brendon's turned on by the way Ryan is and Ryan loves the way Brendon is because he's the only one who understands him. He cherishes the way Brendon knows what he's saying without him actually having to say it. Brendon knows ryan has a lot ot say but can't do so unless he has his 'Etch A Sketch'. Even though Brendon's always been the talker and Ryan's always been the listener it can only bring them closer together.
Disclaimer: I don't own ryan or brendon and this is all works of my imagination worked into fiction.
Author Notes: I actually don't know how many chapters I'm going to do for this but I can tell you comments give me inspiration for my writing. So comments of ever kind are welcomed.
left side of dash= # of chapter
Right side of dash= # of previous chapter
Exp. 5/4

Brendon's slender body leaned it's back against the counter, burning a hole through the clock as he crossed his arms.

"Have to be somewhere?" a voice asked.

Brendon turned his head slowly, noticing the red head girl leaning on the counter next to him. A smile played along his lips, "Yes, In fact I'm ready to see my--" He couldn't put it into words what Ryan and him exactly were. They weren't an item, Not an official "Couple", Weren't exactly best friends.

What were we?

He'd never really pondered this before. "Come on, spit it out," she provoked swaying her hand while turning her wrist in a circular motion, signalizing him to get on with what he was saying. Brendon laughed taking immediate notice to his feet, intentionally brushing his wet tongue over his dry lips. He crossed one leg over the other, then lifted his head to memorize over the clock. "Remember that creepy guy you told me about?"

She nodded her head focusing on Brendon's lips. "Well we've been hanging out a lot lately. I haven't seen him since last night so after work I'm heading straight to his apartment."

The girl leaned off the counter and her lips made an "O" shape. Brendon caught her gaze as he turned to look at her.

"So your telling me you've actually hung out with him?" Disbelief leaked through her words.

"He's as sweet as he can be. Great, great kid." Brendon's lips curved upwards while he spoke like a love sick teenager. The girl displayed a smirk and shifted all her weight on one foot, laying a hand on her hip, "You really like him, don't you?"

Brendon sighed not letting go of his gleeful visage, "I don't really like him but, there is a possible relationship there, but to be quite honest I don't think he feels the same."

The red headed girl lowered her head and started nibbling on her bottom lip. " You'll never know unless you ask."

Brendon turned his head towards the door and felt a chill jog up his spine. Then he looked at the girl who was now gawking at him. "This is our second time talking and I still don't know your name. What is it?"

She pointed towards her name tag.

"Leslie?" he questioned.

"Yes Brendon, that's the name and strangely enough I know yours."

He chuckled looking to the ceiling, "Maybe because I have my name tag on."

She laughed, "That could of been a possibility on how I figured it out."

Brendon stood up, keeping his arms crossed, holding a grin. Leslie remained leaned against the counter, " Maybe one of these days Ryan, you, and me could go out. I promise I'm lot's of fun."

Brendon stared at the clock once more, "Weird as it is I wouldn't doubt you." Leslie examined Brendon as Brendon did the clock. She then snapped out of trance pulling a napkin and pen out her apron, writing her number down she handed it to Brendon. He grabbed it and stared at Leslie.

"It's my number. Call me anytime you need to talk or ya know." she said.

Brendon nodded his head and stuffed the napkin in his pocket. Leslie pretended to look at the door when she was really looking at Brendon. "Okay talk to you later." She smiled walking away. Brendon returned her smile with a wave. After she was gone he looked at the clock and realized his shift was over, So he went to go clock out.

(.)

Brendon stood in front of Ryan's door, hesitating on when he thought it was the right time to knock. Getting himself together he balled his fist and firmly hit his knuckles against the door 2 times. There was no response he so knocked 2 more times. Two fragile thoughts began to process in his mind, Maybe Ryan wasn't home or maybe he just doesn't want to answer the door. Shoving those negative thoughts to the back of his head, Brendon gripped his hand around the doorknob and turned it.

Surprisingly it opened. So he gladly walked in and shut the door behind him. Positive energy filled within him as he made his way to Ryan's room and there was the boy lying in his bed.

What did Brendon need to worry about again?

Brendon slowly walked up to his bed and gently laid on his side next to Ryan.

"You need to start locking your door mister!" He greeted smiling sweetly.

Ryan just laid there and Brendon laughed, "Don't tell me you sleep with your eye's open?" Ryan continued to lay there, So Brendon placed his ear on his chest, "I still hear a heartbeat." He mumbled laying back on his side.

"Oh your the silent type aren't you. I see," Brendon smiled snickering to his joke.

Ryan then jumped off the bed and left the room. Brendon's eyebrows arched up as he climbed off the bed and went to find Ryan, Walking to the living room, he found Ryan pacing back and fourth. Brendon took small steps until he stood by his couch.

"Ryan I was just joking. You know, ha ha he he!"

Ryan continued pacing, completely ignoring the boys words.

"Ryan I'm really sorry for what I said." Brendon's apology didn't break the stoned faced boy as he continued pacing and making annoyed expressions.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Brendon managed to slip out.

Ryan then planted a seat on the couch. "Are you okay?" Brendon asked getting irritated.

Ryan started swaying his body back and fourth. "Ryan if somethings bothering you then you need to tell me."

Brendon suggested and Ryan immediately placed his hands over his ears, closing his eyes tightly. Brendon went to take a seat next to him and stared at Ryan. The boy uncovered his ears and opened his eyes staring into nowhere. Brendon waved his hand in front of his face and he didn't respond.

Ryan didn't even blink once and this was starting to scare Brendon. "Ryan if your playing some little sick game, then I'd like for you to stop right now." He said calm and firmly.

Ryan stood up and went to the kitchen and Brendon stayed closely behind him. Ryan moved his dirty dishes out the right side of the sink and placed them in the left side. Brendon stood under him and yet Ryan didn't notice he was there. Ryan then turned the squeaky facet on and dug his hands in the dishes. "Ryan stop this." Brendon demanded grabbing his shoulder.

Ryan still didn't feel anything as he started to seem frustrated by turning around and kicking the lower cabinets.

"Ryan stop that!" Brendon demanded raising his voice.

Ryan continued kicking the cabinets even harder. "Ryan fucking stop it" Brendon shouted realizing his frustration.

Ryan stopped kicking and grabbed a dish out the sink, throwing it straight towards Brendon, but he moved out the way. Shortly after he jogged up to Ryan and gripped onto his shoulders tightly, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he yelled shaking him.

Ryan jerked out his grip, immediately running to his bathroom. Brendon let out a sigh and let Ryan fall ahead, seconds later he jogged to his room and entered then doorway of his bathroom. His eyes caught the snapshot of Ryan sitting on the floor, in the middle of the bathroom, with his legs close to him while he rested his head on his knees.

Brendon ran up to Ryan and wrapped his arms around the boy. Ryan responded by wrapping his arms around Brendon. "Baby, what's wrong?' Brendon asked holding back tears.

Ryan started crying even harder and buried his head in Brendon's chest. "Everything will be okay," Brendon promised stroking his hair. "Everything will be okay." He repeated allowing tears release from his eyes.

(.)

Letting go of Ryan, Brendon grabbed a wash cloth out the sink and turned the facet on to let some cold water run on it. After the cloth absorbed the water Brendon kneel-ed next to Ryan.

He lifted the boys chin, "It'll be okay." he reassured while patting the cloth on and over Ryan's heated cheeks and forehead.

In response Ryan sniffled silently and stopped crying. Brendon sat down next to him and wrapped his arms around his waist pulling him closer. They both stared into each others eye's, "I have no clue who that person was back there and I have no intention on judging you because of it. I don't see you any differently." Brendon recited.

Ryan bit down on his bottom lip looking away shyly and covering his forehead. Brendon's eyes didnt leave Ryan as he kept his arms around him. Ryan managed a sigh to come out through his nostrils while placing both hands on Brendon's hips. Then he raised his head looking dead on into Brendon's eyes. The only thing that could be heard was the droplets falling from the facet and the running water from the sink. Sirens were heard outside and car horns rang through there ears. Talking, laughter, yelling, were seeping through the windows and blasting music sent vibrations through the air.

Meanwhile Ryan and Brendon sat on the bathroom floor staring into each others eyes, trying to read off the other person. In the most awkward of moments Ryan leaned his face towards Brendon's. There foreheads touched and there lips hesitated to encounter for embrace, Breathes entwined as there urges increased both boys testosterone levels.

"It's official, isn't it?" Brendon asked closing his eyes. Ryan nodded his head yes and Brendon rested his hand on Ryan's cheek.

Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red

Mon, 10 Dec 2007 02:33:41 GMT

Title: Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red
Author: breathe_fiction
Rating: Rated R
Pairing: Ryden
POV: Third person
Summary: Brendon's turned on by the way Ryan is and Ryan loves the way Brendon is because he's the only one who understands him. He cherishes the way Brendon knows what he's saying without him actually having to say it. Brendon knows ryan has a lot ot say but can't do so unless he has his 'Etch A Sketch'. Even though Brendon's always been the talker and Ryan's always been the listener it can only bring them closer together.
Disclaimer: I don't own ryan or brendon and this is all works of my imagination worked into fiction.
Author Notes: I'm so so so sorry for the long wait but without notice writers block hit me in the face and luckily I happened to think of something today, so please forgive me. I actually don't know how many chapters I'm going to do for this but I can tell you comments give me inspiration for my writing. So comments of ever kind are welcomed.
left side of dash= # of chapter
Right side of dash= # of previous chapter
Exp. 5/4

The sun hide within the clouds, mild winds swayed around us, and crisp, heavy chilling air circulated the city. Meanwhile Ryan and Brendon carried there selves along the sidewalks, walking by each others side with gloved hands shoved into there pockets. Ryan occasionally would lean into Brendon and swear it was an accident, but Brendon would play it off with a smirk. The stroll consisted of Brendon talking and Ryan listening but Ryan didn't mind, seeing he loved to hear Brendon talk. Reaching there destination Brendon lead the way cutting into an alley. Finding a ladder on the side of either building he pulled it down, placing one foot on the first step. Then placing the other foot before it, Realizing to look down he saw a hesitated Ryan standing below him.

"Come on!" he chuckled continuing climb up.

Getting the notice Brendon was going to continue going, Ryan hopped on and followed behind him. Reaching the top floor Brendon landed on the railed balcony, giving him the leisure to pull Ryan up after him. Then Brendon opened the window and climbed through it, following Ryan behind him.

"Here it is," Brendon presented pulling off his gloves.

Ryan studied the room consisting of hard-wood floors and plain white walls. The back of the room held a hugh window peering over the city before it. Ryan sauntered to the wide window and stood in front of it, Placing his left hand on the dusty glass.

"You like it?" Brendon asked.

Ryan jerked his hand away from the window and looked at Brendon who stood right beside him.

"Sorry!" Brendon blushed knowing he'd scared poor Ryan.

Ryan messaged a reassuring smile to Brendon as he nodded his head slowly while swiveling his glance out the window. Brendon looked out the glass and shifted his eyes back to a curious expressed Ryan. He felt a sense of feelings for him he'd never felt before. It was like this certain affection infected his body just by looking at the boy next to him. He didn't want to say it felt weird or he didn't want to say he didn't want to feel it. "I like you too," Brendon blurted out.

Ryan turned his head from the window, landing his eyes into Brendon's seeming startled. Brendon felt he needed to clarify, " You know yesterday when you admitted you liked me, well I never told you how I felt and I want you to know I like you too." Ryan turned his head back to the window, parading a glowing visage of joy. There stood an even tension of satisfaction and relief between the two. So Brendon pretended to look out the window but, stared at Ryan from his peripheral vision.

The two stood side by side staring out the window we assume no one was interested in anymore. There thoughts are greatly taken back by the fact there feelings were on the same eye level. As weird as it was the two never assumed this was going to happen, but deep down they knew something was going to occur. Turning around with his legs that felt as if they were strings of spaghetti, Ryan walked to the middle of the room and took a seat on the hardwood-floor, Retaining the same visage he had before.

Brendon watched him do so while he stood in place, placing his back against the window. The room remained quiet as if they were taking a moment of silence as kids would do after saying the pledge. "What now?" Brendon asked shrugging his shoulders. Ryan raised his head up, patting a spot next to him, displaying a smirk. Brendon chuckled during the time he walked up to Ryan and sat next to him, sitting cris cross. Ryan who sat cris cross also scooted closer to Brendon, letting there knees touch. Ryan pulled his etch-a-sketch out his bag and turned the knobs. Shortly after he held it up for Brendon to see.

I want to get to know you more.

"What would you like to know?" Brendon asked arching both eyebrows.

Ryan began to sketch: How old are you and when is your birthday?

" 20 and April 12th. You?"

21 and my birthday is in August

Brendon nodded his head accordingly, "Your old enough to drink. Do you buy beer?"

No, but I've tried it before.

Silence took into character as the two sat there, but something urged Brendon to the point he had to ask something. "I've wondered this ever since I first saw you, why do you have an etch-a-sketch?"

Ryan released a laugh from between his lips as he turned the knobs quickly.

I've had it since I was 3 years old

"Wow, so that must be why your so damn fast at sketching on it. You just answered everything I wanted to know" Brendon laughed.

Ryan held up his index finger.

"last question?" Brendon interpreted. Ryan nodded his head and held up the toy.

Why did you invite me to this vacant place?

Brendon's lips curved up as he stared directly towards the window and that's when his smile faded, "I come here a lot to think and attempt to try to forget the troubles in life. I feel It's peaceful and soothing. So I thought maybe you'd like it."

Ryan stared at Brendon and a snort released from his nose as he shoved out a laugh.

"What?" Brendon blurted out in amazement.

Ryan stopped laughing and looked at Brendon.

"You think I'm bullshitting?" Brendon suggested pointing to himself.

Ryan nodded his head quickly while crossing his arms.

Brendon screwed up his face, biting on his lower lip. "Well, what if I brought you up here to do this-" he removed his hand out his pocket, lifted it towards Ryan's cheek and gently caressed his jaw line with his index finger. Then Brendon leaned in towards Ryan's neck, Leaving a trail of soft pecks until Ryan's lips were greeted with his. There eye's closed while Brendon's hand found a place on Ryan's cheek. Sucked in, Brendon titled his head towards the right as Ryan did the left. Ryan laid his left hand on Brendon's hip and the two straighted there spines, Resting on there knees as there bodies drew closer together.

Brendon moved his hand from the cheek to the back of Ryan's neck. From a natural feeling Ryan started to kiss on Brendon's bottom lip, letting a moan fall out Brendon's mouth. Leaning more towards both of his lips Ryan teasingly slid his tongue in between Brendon's lips. So Brendon gladly opened his mouth as the two played for dominance, letting there tongues slide up against each other.

Submissively Brendon pulled away from the kiss, taking his hands with him. Ryan opened his eyes and drilled his own into Brendon's. They both stood up not losing eye contact, "How was your first kiss?" Brendon asked.
Ryan then dove in for another. Using both hands to place on Brendon's cheeks. Brendon found his way along Ryan's back but again pulled away with regret.

The words that wanted to be spoken were all said through that kiss.

(.)

The two remained silently grinning to them selves like a couple of school girls on the walk to the subway. Once they had made it, they hopped on and grabbed a seat. Surprisingly it wasn't that packed and being in New York it usually is always packed. Sitting next to each other, they gave the other person a glance and a small smile. Then they turned there heads looking in different directions.

"Ryan?" a voice called.

Ryan saw the girl from the coffee shop stand before him. The girl named "Sasha" who sexually assaulted him.

"I didn't know you rode the sub-way," she laughed a laugh as fake as Pamela Anderson's boobs.

Ryan in response hooked Brendon's arm with his. Sasha's laughter stopped as she saw what was taking place.

"Your gay?" she stammered.

Ryan smiled, nodding his head while moving his hand from his thigh to Brendon's crotch. Sasha let out a grunt as she proceeded to sit in the back. Brendon leaned into Ryan's ear without any notice and whispered seductively,"Your such a naughty boy."

Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red

Wed, 05 Dec 2007 07:03:08 GMT

Title: Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red
Author: breathe_fiction
Rating: Rated R
Pairing: Ryden
POV: Third person
Summary: Brendon's turned on by the way Ryan is and Ryan loves the way Brendon is because he's the only one who understands him. He cherishes the way Brendon knows what he's saying without him actually having to say it. Brendon knows ryan has a lot ot say but can't do so unless he has his 'Etch A Sketch'. Even though Brendon's always been the talker and Ryan's always been the listener it can only bring them closer together.
Disclaimer: I don't own ryan or brendon and this is all works of my imagination worked into fiction.
Author Notes: I actually don't know how many chapters I'm going to do for this but I can tell you comments give me inspiration for my writing. So comments of ever kind are welcomed.
left side of dash= # of chapter
Right side of dash= # of previous chapter
Exp. 5/4

Ryan ran out the door and slammed it behind him. His inner conscious stopped him in his tracks as he placed his hands on top of his head trailing in circles. Ryan stood away from the door tempted to run down the stairs, run until he was safe within the place he had call home for 3 years. Ryan was confused and for the first time in his life he didn't know what to do. He had thought he was something he was figuring out he truly wasn't. Ryan took baby steps up to the door as he placed his hand a few inches from the doorknob. His lips began to quiver and his heart began to race, but all fears rushed through his mind as he let out a frustrated grunt. Ryan then leaned against the wall by the door and slid down it until he was crouched down. His eyes never left the door as he let his legs fall straight out forward and his butt clashed onto the cold cement floor. Eyes squinted once he looked away, hitting himself on the forehead. Ryan had never been so angry in his life. Ryan was usually a curious and wondrous one, but never angry. I guess Brendon had brought out the inner demons in him he never knew he had.

That body.

Yes indeed Ryan thought his body was nice. Why he ran out so quickly, he'd never know. Why he ran out on such a beautiful opportunity, he'll never know. There he sat regretting his every choices. Why Ryan Ross? Why?

Brendon quickly threw on some pants and didn't even have time to fasten his belt because he was too busy trying to catch up with Ryan. Running out his apartment he stepped out his door noticing Ryan sitting right beside it, A smirk took place on his lips as he stood there and stared at him. When Ryan had figured there was someone standing in front of him he looked up. Brendon took the liberty to sit by him and fiddle with his fingers for a bit. He looked at ryan who was avoiding eye contact with him. Brendon opened his mouth then closed it looking away. Turning back to gaze at Ryan he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.

"I thought you were gay!"

Brendon handed Ryan a piece of paper and a pen. "I thought you'd need this."

Ryan smiled trying to hold in his laughter. He then felt tingles go up and down his spine and his face began to feel warmer. Ryan grabbed the paper and jotted down a few words then handed it to Brendon.

I'm still a virgin and I've never even kissed anyone before. I don't know what i am. I thought being gay just meant being attracted to guys, but I see it's much more then that.

Brendon looked up from the paper and stared at Ryan.

I"m a virgin too and I've never kissed anyone before!"

Ryan busted out laughed snatching the paper from brendon. After writing down the words he held it up.

Your such a fucking liar.

Brendon grinned from ear to ear, " I see the little cleansed boy curses."

The two shared a laugh but it quickly ended as they both jumped back into reality. Ryan looked at Brendon and Brendon looked straight ahead.

"The other day when you asked me about how does it feel to like someone, was that person me?" Brendon asked looking forward. Ryan nodded his head.

"Are you scared?" Brendon asked turning to Ryan. The boy shook his head up and down. " I wouldn't hurt you" Brendon confirmed almost whispering. Ryan looked down at his fingers. "If I wanted to hurt you I would of slipped something in your coffee. If I wanted to hurt you I would of lured you to my room. If I wanted to hurt you I would of done it already."

Ryan eyes stared into Brendon's as they both shared this moment. "It's not the matter how you fuck someone or it's not the matter how you'll kiss that person. It's only about when you know its the right moment and when you do, you'll go for it. It may not be today or it may not be 5 years from now but when it feels right, then that's when you'll do it. Ryan that's when you'll do it"

Ryan started to blush.

"So you can go home or stay with me. Whatever makes you feel more comfortable." Brendon sighed.

Ryan bit his bottom lip and began to review his options. He was never one for quick thinking. Brendon sat there looking around awkwardly. "I'll just go inside and take my shower while you ponder this." he suggested getting up and going inside. Ryan was afraid to go in because Brendon might give him another invite and Ryan knew right now wasn't the time. He just felt it wasn't the time.

(.)

Deciding to stay, Ryan walked into his apartment and heard no sign of running water. So he planted a spot on the couch and sat there looking around. Minutes later Brendon came from behind the corner fully dressed and Ryan was a fully relieved. He doesn't think he could handle that for a second time.

"You decided to stay!" Brendon cheered walking into his kitchen. Ryan smiled shaking his head. "Well I don't feel like being out today, so If you don't mind I'm just going to chill here." he said stuffing his face with Doritos. Ryan watched Brendon as he took a seat next to him. "Do you mind?' he asked again. Ryan shook his head from side to side. "Hey do you like seafood?" Brendon asked.

Ryan grinned shaking his head. Brendon the opened his mouth and started saying something he couldn't understand. Ryan looked away repulsed shooing brendon with his hands. Brendon closed his mouth laughing, "I'm just kidding!" he said grabbing his remote and turning the T.V.

Ryan sat there and stared at him and realized they were total opposites from each other, but for some strange reason he liked it. He loved the way Brendon knew how to be mature at times and other just didn't care. He liked that control that boy held. He really liked Brendon.

In the apartment it was basic-ly a 'sit on the couch and kill our brain cells by watching useless T.V'. Now Ryan usually was the one to be up and running around doing something to keep his mind off his disabilities, but he liked his 'lazy day' he was having. It was different and Ryan was defiantly a stranger to different. What he liked most was getting to spend time with Brendon. They talked and talked and talked. Well Brendon did and Ryan just wrote, but there conversation was everything of the random. Brendon was into Ryan and Ryan had a crush on Brendon.

(.)

Night came and it was about time to head to bed. Brendon had asked Ryan did he want to sleep on the couch and Ryan said he'd rather lay with Brendon. It was totally harmless though. Just two grown men sleeping in a bed together. Harmless. Ryan laid on the left side and Brendon on the right. In no time Brendon had fallen fast asleep with no worries or troubles on his mind. Ryan on the other hand didn't go to sleep. He laid the left side of his face on the inside of his palm that was held up by his arm. Ryan stared at Brendon's chest rise and fall. Without notice he felt this certain urge within him. He didn't know where it was coming from but it had hit him hard. Grabbing the remote off the nightstand beside him, he decide to watch some T.V to forget about his urges.

Pressing the power button, a girl and a guy having sex popped on the screen. Ryan closed his eyes then opened one up. The urge he was feeling started to increase as he kept his eyes on the porno. He directed his attention to Brendon as he bit his bottom lip. Looking back at the screen he saw the girl going down on the guy. So learning from the girl Ryan slowly began to pull the cover off of Brendon. Not being able to, he jumped to his feet and went to the bathroom. Brendon shortly after woke up from the sounds from the T.V. Realizing what was on, he shook his head and removed himself from under the covers. He got the remote and turned off the T.V. The light from underneath his bathroom door was visible so he walked up to the door.

He leaned his ear against it and then just ran his fingers through his hair.

"Ryan, are you okay?" he asked. Slapping his self in the forehead head he mumbled under his breathe, "Of course he can't reply, retard!"

Getting the idea that there couldn't possibly be anyone else but Ryan in there, Brendon went back to bed. Closing his eyes instantly and trying to think positively.

(.)

Ryan opened the door and turned off the light. He stood before the bed and watched brendon in his sleepless slumber. Ryan understood he was falling hard for this boy in the matter 2 days, but he needed to catch himself before he hits rock bottom and for Ryan that won't take long.

(.)

Brendon's eyes opened from the sun rays seeping through his blinds. When he looked behind him and there was no Ryan. He sat up and scrunched up his face as he pulled the covers off of him. Then he checked in the bathroom and he wasn't there either. Leaving out his door he walked down the hall and as he made his turn he smelled something lunge into his senses. There he saw Ryan sitting at the table, with breakfast prepared and everything.

"Awe Ryan you shouldn't have," he teased entwining his fingers and resting them by his cheek.

Ryan sat there pretending to blush as he batted his eyelashes. Brendon went to go sit at the table. Ryan held up his etch a sketch.

This is way way better than the cereal you were going to eat.

Brendon nodded his head, "I couldn't agree more!"

Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red

Mon, 03 Dec 2007 09:18:16 GMT

Ryan walked into the coffee shop and went up to the counter.

"Can I help?" the girl asked standing behind the register.

Ryan arched his eyebrows as he took a napkin and pen out his coat pocket, laying it on the counter he wrote:

Where's Brendon?

"Oh! He's off today." she smiled sure of her answer.

Ryan caressed his chin and looked at the door.

She added, "But he told me what you wanted already, so if you go take a seat I'll bring it too you."

Ryan nodded his head as he went to his table and sat down. He pulled out the book Brendon had bought him from his backpack and laid it on the table proceeding to stare at it attentively.

Why does he have to be off today?

The boy sighed while resting the side of his face in his palm. For some odd reason ryan felt like he needed to see him. Ryan needed to see that face he knew he hated. Lets put back the fact ryan found him extremely attractive and understand why he even adores the kid. Well for one Brendon's the only one who took time out to actually try and make conversation with him. That's different for ryan, because he hasn't had a friend in years.

Could I consider Brendon a friend?

Ryan directed his attention towards the window and saw a couple on a bench making out across the street.

I wonder what that's like?

It's crazy how ryan's actually never been in a relationship. He's never been kiss and indeed he was a virgin. 21 years of nothing; ryan thought when he turned this age. He always felt he was left out of a lot of things and right now he realizes it even more. Ryan knew nothing about nothing and knew he'd never figure it out.

How do I know I want something, if I've never had it?

Ryan always thought he was a freak of nature because he's never knew anyone like him. Every one he's ever met is all the same; and could do or have done things he hasn't.

"Here you go!" the same girl from behind the register says laying the coffee in front of him.

Ryan looked at her shirt and read the name tag. Susan. Then he grabbed his cup taking a sip with warning; but slams it down once it burns his tongue.

"It's hot!" Susan added.

Ryan nodded his head while sticking his tongue out, fanning his hands around it. The girl walked away and ryan watched her.

Am I suppose to think girls are attractive?

It seemed the coffee burn put some sense into his brain. Ryan stared at susan sweeping the ground. She was actually an attractive girl but there was something about her that didn't grab ryan's interest. Finally realizing she had caught him staring at her. He got up and went to the bathroom. In there he splashed water on his face and dried it off. Avoiding contact with the mirror he walked out the door.

A voice spoke, "I saw you"

Ryan looked behind him and saw Susan leaning against the wall by the men's restroom.

"I know you were checking me out!" she smiled walking up to me.

Ryan's heart started beating as the girl leaned up against him sliding her hands down his pants. Her eyes continued to stare into his. Those lips brushed against ryan's as her breathes stopped all together.

"Is there something you like?"

The boy shook his head no feeling extreme discomfort. Susan leaned away and took her hand back.

"Then what's that poking up in your pants?"

Ryan took a gulp and hesitantly looked down. Sure enough nothing was poking up so he sighed loudly. Clenching onto the wall behind him.

"Gotcha!" she voiced lowly walking away.

The boy didn't watch her leave because she was the one who made him feel violated all over. It was like dirt ran through his veins and needing a shower clogged on his thoughts. He never really experienced this before and didn't want to again.

(.)

At the grocery store ryan was getting some things for tonight. For sure this would flood his mind from the event that had taken place earlier. He just wanted to put that behind him because life would go on even if he still lived in the past. Pushing his grocery basket down the frozen food aisle. A guy caught his attention, a familiar looking guy. So he stopped where he was and before you know it the familiar guy faced his direction. It was Brendon. Ryan pulled his etch a sketch out his bag and sketched up something in a matter of minutes. Then ran up to him and tapped on his shoulder. Brendon turned around and smiled once he saw it was ryan. Immediately Ryan shoved the toy into his hands.

I'm cooking dinner want to join me?

Brendon looked up with a half curious half surprised look, "Can you cook?"

(.)

The two sat on each end of ryan's couch.

"The food was so good" Brendon complimented. "It was way better then what I was going to throw in the microwave."

Ryan blushed smiling shyly.

"You smile!" Brendon confirmed unsure if it was a question or statement.

Ryan nodded his head yes.

"I knew somewhere with in that stone face there was a smile itching to come out."

Ryan fiddles with his fingers feeling way more embarrassed then he should be.

"What's bothering you?" brendon questions.

Ryan shrugs his shoulders.

"Was it something I did?" Brendon asks.

Ryan shook his no quickly while getting up. He went to the fridge to grab the notepad and went to go sit back down where he was. He showed Brendon his index finger signaling 'one second'. Then he wrote on the notepad handing it to Brendon shortly after wards; and he reads it out loud.

How do you know if you like someone?

Brendon looked up with a huge grin dancing around his lips " When your around them your face lights up and there jokes seem hilarious. You begin to notice different details on them that you didn't notice before. For instance the way they smile or the color of there eyes. You also get this feeling of butterflies in your stomach and enjoy to just be around them without saying a word.." he stopped himself, " Why? Do you like someone?"

Ryan smiled reaching for the notepad. When it's in his hands he began to write. Finished he handed it back to Brendon.

just asking.

Brendon gave the notepad back to ryan. " I know you said you were mute; but what are you really?"

Ryan wrote on the paper then held it up so brendon could read it.

I was diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder

"So you can't talk at all?"

Ryan wrote something else:

I could.

"Then why don't you?"

Because I can't do something I've never been able to do in the first place.

Brendon continued to stare at him, "So can you make noise's?"

Ryan nodded his head yes.

"Have you ever laughed?"

Ryan nodded his head no.

"Seriously?" Brendon said astonished.

He nodded his head yes.

Brendon looked away then back at ryan making a silly face. Ryan arched his eyebrows. Brendon then stuck out his tongue and squinted his eyes. Ryan remained there seeing no humor within Brendon's many psychotic faces. Now Brendon was determined ot make him laugh so he got up and began running in circles making monkey noises. He stopped in place ot see a not laughing ryan. Giving in he sat down and looked at the stone faced boy.

Brendon tried to control his breathing from running around, but managed to ask, "Have you ever even opened your mouth?"

Ryan burst out into a fit of laughter, holding his stomach in the process. Brendon gawked at the boy in amazement. He had never heard the boy make a sound and now he was laughing hysterically. Ryan fell on the floor continuing to laugh like a mad man.

"I do all that dumb stuff to make you laugh and when I ask you a question you think that's funny?"

Ryan nodded his head while continuing to laugh. He tried stomping his feet on the ground to control his laughter. Finally he stands up shooting out a few more giggles then stopping completely.

"First I see you smile and now your laughing. I tell you your full of surprises." brendon commented.

Ryan takes a bow and a chuckle releases out of Brendon's mouth as he pulls his phone out his pocket to check on the time.

"It's getting late. I should be going?" Brendon says getting up.

Ryan grabs his notepad and writes:

You can stay the night here. The couch is all yours.

"Really?" Brendon asked.

Ryan nodded his head yes.

"Isn't that kind of awkward for a grown man staying over for you?"

Ryan nods his head no.

Brendon sighs, "Alright."

The two shortly after say there good night's and its lights out. Ryan didn't technically go straight to bed. He leaned against his door slight open so he could peer out into the living room brendon was in. Ryan thought he was gorgeous and assumed he probably had a girlfriend already. He almost got the impression this guy would be homophobic.

I am so gay.

(.)

Brendon stretches out and opens his eyes. He sits up looking around. Scratching his head he calls out ryan's name and there's no answer. So he gets up and notices a letter on the coffee table.

Went to the park. Don't forget to lock the door behind you.

Ryan

(.)

Ryan loved pigeons and that could be why ryan came here everyday to feed them. Ryan was a organized guy and knew how he wanted things, so that's how they were. There was never any confusion or day by day choices. Everything was like it was suppose to be and ryan loved that.

"So you come here often" a familiar voice spoke.

Ryan looked beside him and it was Brendon. A huge smile played around his lips while he laid a hand on his chest. Ryan began shaking his finger at brendon.

"I scared you?" he asked.

Ryan nodded his head yes.

Brendon laughed. "So do you go here everyday like you go to the coffee shop?"

He shook his head up and down.

"Do you have a job?"

Ryan pulled out his etch a sketch from his bag and turned the knobs quickly. Then holding it up so Brendon could see.

I'm a mime

Brendon laughed. "Now that is funny!"

Ryan sketched something else:

No I don't have a job, because I survive off the money my parents send every month.

"Where do they stay?"

In Vermont, Where are yours?

"Dead"

Sorry to hear that

"Its okay. I moved on!"

Ryan gave brendon a look of sorrow. He felt bad for anyone with out parents because they'll never know what its like to have any.

"I thought since I went to your house It'd only be right to give you my address" he said handing ryan a torn piece of paper.

Ryan took it from his hands.

"Well I'm going to my house to shower. So I guess I'll talk to you later."

Ryan stood up and pointed to himself then Brendon.

"You want to come?" Brendon interpreted

Ryan shook his head quickly

"Okay" brendon remarked. They both began to walk as ryan carried his bag and had his etch a sketch under on arm.

"So what are you?" brendon asked.

Ryan sketch:

What do you mean?

"Do you like boys or girls?"

I'm gay and u?

"Bi."

Sounds to me your unsure of what you want.

"No, it's just I want my cake and I'd like to eat it too."

I still go with your unsure.

(.)

"Make yourself at home" brendon said throwing his keys on the counter and leaving to his room.

Ryan went to go sit down on the couch. Looking around while taking in his surroundings. Few minutes later Brendon came out his room with nothing on stroking on his cock. "Want to join me in the shower?"

Ryan closed his eyes and ran out quickly.

Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red

Sat, 01 Dec 2007 19:19:36 GMT

Have you ever experienced one of those times when your stomach begins to tie in knots, your heart stops beating and your throat feels as though its going to close up any second? That's exactly how Brendon felt right now. Less then the scum of the earth could pretty much sum it up. He couldn't even comprehend with his own state of mind as Ryan continued to stare at him. Brendon leaned over the table resting on his elbows, entwined his fingers and began to speak; staring attentively at the young man.

"In moments like this, what do you do?" Brendon whispered ashamed to hear his own voice.

Ryan turned the knobs quickly on the 'Etch A Sketch' and in less then a minute he turned the device so Brendon could read off the screen:

Move on

Brendon rubbed his forehead. "Sorry would be overrated in this situation. I deeply apologize for my own ignorance."

Ryan sketched something else

You couldn't make me feel any worse then the other millions who did the same thing. I actually find it a compliment that you're so determined to talk to me.

A grin fished around Brendon's lips during the time Ryan shook his toy so it could be clear of what he'd sketched.

"Lets start over. A clean slate right here." Brendon suggested using various hand gestures.

Ryan stared out the window and analyzed this idea.

Why should I start over with him? he thought.

Ryan gawked Brendon and gained hatred for that face, because it read mischief with trouble written all over it. Ryan wasn't into trouble or trying to make it. Never a wild child and didn't intend to become one.

Why does this kid even talk to me?

Out of all people in New York Brendon had to talk to the only mute one. You can figure out Ryan wasn't use to people approaching him; you could say he took it offensively for some reason, but he always remembered what his mom use to tell him: "Never judge the person you don't know." It would be easier if Ryan wasn't such a judgmental person.

"What do you say?" Brendon asked showing anticipation through his crooked smile.

Sure

Ryan sketched on the toy, giving Brendon leisure to exhale loudly from relief.

"We don't pay you to sit down and have conversation with the customers!" Brendon's boss yelled from behind the counter. Brendon looked at Ryan and shifted his bottom teeth. "When will I see you again?'

Ryan turned the knobs quickly then showed Brendon what he wrote:

Sooner then you think

Therefore Brendon stood up presenting a slanted look. "See you later Ryan Ross."

Ryan nodded in response as he watched him leave, but this boy had a routine to continue with. Yes Ryan Ross had a routine. Meanwhile Brendon made his way behind the counter continuing where he left off.

"So you know him?" a girl questioned while standing next to Brendon.

He threw the Rag or his shoulder. "Is there something I should know?"

She crossed her arms and smirked. "Nothing, I just heard he was weird."

A questionable expression smacked his face as a chuckle released from his mouth. "Inform me on what makes this true?"

The girl stepped a little closer to Brendon lowering her voice, " He comes here everyday around 10:00 am. Orders the same thing every time and always sits at that table. He brings that same book and always start at page one. Other workers even say he stares out the window at random moments. One girl swore she didn't see him blink for like an hour. Did you know he can't even talk?" she looked around suspiciously, but leaning in lowering her voice to a whisper. "We all have a theory he got his voice pulled out by a hit man."

The girl leaned away with the most serious of faces. Brendon turned to gaze at the calm and worry free boy sitting by the window, reading the book, and sipping on his coffee.

"You may call him weird and I'll just say he's different." Brendon stated directing his attention towards the now dumbfounded girl.

"Did you find my choice of words offensively?" If I wasn't mistaken I'd say you like him." she teased leaning on the counter.

Brendon scrunched up those lips as he placed a hand on his hip. "I'm not gay!"

The girl stepped in front of Brendon while displaying a playful sneer. "Than what are you then, huh?"

Brendon was taken back by this question. It wasn't the fact he's ashamed of what he was. It's just the thought of letting people you don't really know into your personal business. Brendon had to clarify what she thought of him. he couldn't have her going around talking about things she didn't know anything about.

Thinking hesitantly he answered clearly, "Bi."

She smirked biting her lower lip in a flirtatious manner. "So does that mean I have a chance?"

Brendon started looking at her face and lead his eyes to examine all the way down her physical appearance as a whole.

"We'd just have to see about that," he grinned and shrugged cleaning the counter.

(.)

Brendon couldn't possibly get Ryan out of his mind; so the boy stayed in it all night. It was out of the question to put past him what happened yesterday. So the next day at work he anticipated Ryan's arrival; 10:00 am that is. He was determined to make it up to that boy. So therefore he waited behind the register eye balling the door, waiting for Ryan to come through it. Brendon couldn't figure out if it was guilt for what he did, the heavy interest he had in him, or the fact he felt sorry for the poor thing. Whatever it was Brendon was left feeding off his own perceptions.

Looking over at the clock it struck 10:00 am, and within a few seconds Ryan walked through the door.Triggering the bell above it to ring. He wore the same top coat along side the same hair style. Ryan carried a bag with him and let the strap diagonally cross his chest leaving the actual bag to rest by his side. The same poker faced expression implanted on ryan seemed familiar to Brendon's memory. Knowingly the tall, twiggy figure stood in front of the counter. It was awkward how Brendon's mind decided to observe his face in this moments timing. Funny how it was he couldn't help the fact he ponder it before. Ryan has a slender face along with careful shaped eyes releasing an almond brown from his iris. His top lip is thinner then the bottoms and his nose's round structure gave off the impression of small nostrils. No placement of cheek bones were visible, but his brown hair was gelled back looking clean with a part on the side.

Breaking out of his gaze Brendon grinned childishly. "How are you today Ryan?"

The boy shrugged gesturing his hand in a "side to side" motion. I read it as "I'm okay I guess."

"That's good to hear," says Brendon tapping his fingers on the register.

Ryan opens his bag and pulls out his etch a sketch; writing something on it Brendon assumed. Then held it up so he could see the screen.

I'd like the usual

"Alright go sit down and I'll bring it to you." Brendon winked leaving the register.

He turned to the machines prepared to whip up the exact opposite of what Ryan technically wanted. When finished he held the coffee with ease ready to deliver it. Just like the girl said he was sitting at that same table reading that same book. Laying the coffee in front of ryan. His eyes arched inward along with a curious expression.

"I know it's not what you usually get but look at it as trying something new and in addition to that's it's on the house by yours truly. I'm pretty sure you'll like it any way's!"

Ryan stared at him and put his book down.

"Also I thought you'd like something different to read. You know, with your different kind of coffee." Brendon uttered handing him a book he'd pulled out his apron.

Ryan looked at the book. "Go ahead and take it!" Brendon insisted nicely.

Ryan looked at him then the tangible object. The moment seemed endless as Ryan took his precious time to grab it. "Enjoy!" Brendon cackled while Ryan held the book in his hands. Soon realizing he had done what he wanted, Brendon left to attend to his job.

Why is this boy so nice to me?

He pondered glaring Brendon who was making a coffee. Turning his head, he directed his attention to the book that he was holding; lightly running his fingers across the front cover. Then opening it up as though it was a delicacy. The inside of the cover caught his immediate attention, because it had handwriting in it. Written in blue ink it said:

Call me:)

A smile danced along Ryan's lips. Yes Ryan Ross finally smiled.

Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red

Fri, 30 Nov 2007 00:26:04 GMT

Title: Unsaid I Love You's; He Colored In Red
Author: Breathe_fiction
Rating: Rated B-Boisecking.lol Rated R
Pairing: Ryden
POV: Third Person
Summary: Brendon's turned on by the way Ryan is. He likes him exactly the way he met him because Brendons the only one who understands him and knows what hes saying without him actually having to say it. He knows ryan has alot to say but cant expression it without writing it on his 'Etch A Sketch'. Even though Brendons been the talker all his life and Ryans always been the listener, it can only bring the two closer.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ryan or Brendon or panic! at the disco. I do own the characters personalities becuz I made them up, the title, and plot:)
Author Notes: I do need a beta, so if your interested just let me know.
left side of dash= # of chapter
Right side of dash= # of previous chapter
Exp. 5/4

Ryan awoke, eyes wide open, lying on his back.

Was it strange that he felt rejuvenated so quickly after coming out of sleep?

He turned his head to look at the window and thoughts began to cogitate within that head of his.

What if I jumped out the window? Ryan thought.

The free fall wouldn’t cause as much fear as knowing when he’d hit the ground would, but it doesn’t sound as bad as it seems. You fall and hit the ground instantly dying, but then there’s those few short moments were your alive. Even that wouldn’t matter because you’d be in some much pain you’d go numb.

Where do you hurt most if your in so much pain?
Why are we so afraid of things that haven’t happened to us?
Where does the root of fear actually come from?

Ryan gambled his own thoughts while congregating his many questions. Turning his head to stare at the ceiling, those eyes moved in a circle at the same rate the fan was turning. Dialting his pupils on how focused he was staring at that ceiling fan. This boy was in his own trance, in his own little world.

Why do we have ceiling fans if we have vents that release air? his inner voice asked.

Ryan was always a curious one and he liked to ask himself questions he knew sometimes he couldn’t answer, but he liked the fun of thinking he was actually a pretty smart kid. He liked the fact he could come up with questions that weren’t anywhere close to what his knowledge held. Ryan stood up on his fragile legs, stretching out his slender physique, scratching his exposed stomach and his inner thighs that were covered by his boxer briefs. Lastly running his left hand through his hair he used the other one to check his breathe. Ryan’s grimace expression showed his own feeling towards what he just smelled. There was nothing in this world he hated more then morning breathe. So he sauntered to the bathroom continuing his daily routine. Yes, Ryan Ross had a daily routine.

(.)

Thirty minutes later Ryan stood in front of his mirror dressed warmly with a black top coat, gloves over his boney fingers, a scarf around his neck, skinny jeans, and chucks. His hair slick back with a part on the side. Just like his mom use to do. He never knew why the children laughed at him ,because to Ryan it always looked cool. Ryan never understood why they laughed at him and now Ryan understands why they laughed. Now he understood. What did those children know anyways?

Ryan’s nose scrunched up as he thought about the kids. He couldn’t say anything and that’s what hurt him most, but he’d grown up since then. He grew up since then.

The mirror he stood in front of suddenly distracted him.

Who invented mirrors and why do we need them? Why do we need to possibly see a reflection of ourself, when there’s a good chance we’ll be ungrateful with what we see anyways?

Ryan then turned his direction towards the light bulbs above the mirror, he’d never really paid attention to them before and right about now they were jerking his nerves. He covered his ears and walked out the bathroom, searching for his duck tape. He needed that duck tape.

(.)

There was Ryan Ross sitting on the park bench feeding the pigeons he admired. Pigeons are lovely creations Ryan thought while he threw bread crumbs to the flock settled in front of him. This was apart of his daily routine. Ryan has a daily routine. At times he was annoyed by the few people who’d would walk through them. Ryan being use to this would sit there until they came back. The occasional woman with her stroller or the jogger with his dog on a leash. It was always the same and Ryan Ross was always the same kind of guy.

Why do we have birds?

He sat back and thought about his own question. That had always crossed his mind a time or two. I mean he did feed the pigeons everyday and there wasn’t a pigeon left unfed by Ryan Ross. What did it matter anyway?

The crumbs were all gone. So he sat there enjoying the scenery and everything around him. The outdoors always lured that boy in. It made Ryan feel free and like there were lots of possibilities waiting for him. He just didn’t know where. If his day wasn’t anymore the same I’d say he was a lucky man. No one bothered him and he didn’t bother anyone.

“Can I sit here?” a brown haired boy asked.

Ryan stared at him and looked away.

“I’m guessing that’s a yes” he chuckled sitting on the other end of the bench.

Ryan sat there staring at the ground.

Why is the ground concrete?

The guy looked at Ryan on and off, seeming like he had something on his mind. Ryan knew the stranger wanted to say something, “So what’s your name?” the boy asked sitting back and crossing his legs. Ryan didn’t answer. He continued to gaze at the ground. An awkward silence played a role between the two as he looked at Ryan with a baffled expression.

Why can’t we have different color concrete?

He uncrossed his legs and sat up, “You want to know my name? I’m Brendon, thanks for asking,” he spoke hugging himself from the cold. Brendon sighed losing focus on Ryan by looking around while his teeth began to jitter and his body tense up.

Why can’t we have carpet instead of concrete?

Brendon directed his attention back to Ryan and his pupils noticed the familiar object on his lap, “Is that an Etch A sketch?” he asked curiously with slight cheer, Again Ryan remained silently stubborn or was he?

“Did you know in this country usually when someone talks to you, the person most likely responds?” Brendon said over excitedly.

Ryan directed his attention towards him and stared into his chestnut brown eyes and melted into his sea of observation. His teeth looked perfectly straight and white, skin was pale with a clean cut shave that coordinated well his short shaggy hair. Brendons mouth opened again.

“I was just joking,” the boy laughed to show example of his humor. Ryan wasn’t exactly amused by it. So he got up and walked away shamelessly, leaving Brendon there to feel like the big dummy. Brendon thought he was just being friendly but I guess everyone in New York isn’t so nice or doesn’t take to kindly to the Urie humor, but what just captured Brendon was how that guy didn’t bother to say anything. No smile or nothing. He’d never met anyone like that before. Brendon didn’t even know his name, but now the boy knew his.

Damn it!

(.)

Since Brendon had just moved to New York he was lucky enough to land a job in the coffee shop 5 blocks from his house which he didn’t mind because he had a car. Brendon was currently wiping off a counter when he glanced up for a quick second and noticed a familiar face. Examining the boy some more he noticed it was the guy he tried to talk to the other day. There the boy was sitting at a table by the window reading a book. He looked peaceful and calm, like no worries ever came his way. Brendon then threw his rag over that shoulder.

“Hey,” one of my employees called.

Brendon turned around and she handed him a coffee “Go give it to that boy over there,” she demanded, pointing at the same boy he was looking at.

Brendon smiled and walked over to him. He stood by the table as the boy didn’t notice Brendon was even there. Standing up straight he cleared his throat. The boy moved his head very slowly in sideways direction to stare up at Brendon.

“Remember me?” Brendon asked, with a crooked smile.

He gazed at Brendon arching his eyebrows. So Brendon put the coffee down in front of the boy and took the liberty to sit in the chair across from him. The boy seemed un reactant to everything Brendon said or did and it drove Brendon crazy.

“I‘m sorry about the other day. I just feel terrible.” he apologized.

The boy stared at him with no expression.

Brendon was quite fed up. Enough is Enough, “Dude are you like deaf or something? Hello, is there anyone in there? I‘m talking to you. I‘m apologizing and all you do is sit there. Do you understand English? Can you read my lips?” he emphasized the last question.

The guy sat there and a few seconds later picked up his ‘Etch A Sketch’, turning the knobs quickly. Brendon blew out a heavy breathe as he fell back in his seat. The boy then turned the ‘Etch A Sketch’ around so Brendon could read the screen, It said:

Hello my name is Ryan Ross and I’m mute