[[RYDEN]] Thank God For Glueguns CH;13[FINALLYYYYY!]

[beyond_bruisedx]

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chapter title: Granite walls, risks, and falls.

hey just to let you know
bold= brendon
not bold = ryan

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I sat there looking at her beautiful face, thinking about how much I loved her. I felt beads of sweat accumulate at my hairline. She was so beautiful. I want her to be with me forever and beyond. Beyond death, beyond afterlife. I mean forever.

I’ve been trying to ask Katie, my girlfriend of 9 months 19 days and 31 minutes to marry me for the past 2 months. No, I’m not obsessed. Well, just casually. There is a difference, you know. I‘ve always been too chicken to actually get down on one knee, but this time, this time is was different. My band and I would be going on tour in a couple weeks, and I can’t stand not having her there with me.

“Brendon, why so quiet?” She asked me, laughter in her voice.
“No reason, baby. Just thinking,” I replied.
“Brendon, what are you always thinking about in that wild head of yours?” she asked me, grabbing my hand from across the table.

I felt my heart skip a beat.

“About our future together,” I told her.
“I hope in your thoughts, we have one,” She replied with a worried look on her face.
“Don’t worry, honey. We most definitely do.”
“Okay, good,” she smiled.

Katie Rhyain, Katie Urie… Katie Urie… I thought to myself, changing her name.. It did sound good. Very good.

You know what? Screw this. Life’s too short. She’s the one; my soul mate. I love her so much, I’m not going to let this opportunity pass us by. 9 months is basically a lifetime of getting to know someone, and I’m ready to share a lifetime with her. This is it.

This is it Brendon. If you screw this up, you’ll have nothing left. You don’t want to lose your everything. Get down on one knee! Go on! You love her, she loves you, what are you waiting for? My conscience practically screamed.

I took a deep breath. This really was it.

“Katie Lynn Ryhain, I love you with all my heart, and I’m not about to let this moment pass me by. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to have babies with you, and I want no one but you by my side forever. I know we’ve been together for almost a year now, and I think we’re finally ready to share forever with each other. Honey, will you marry me?” I asked, getting down on one knee and spilling my heart out in the process.

“Brendon… Stop it! You’re not funny!” She said looking around, embarrassed.
“Honey… I’m being serious,” I started to panic.
“Oh, Brendon… I-I… well…you see…no.”

My whole world was just shattered into pieces. My heart was mauled into a hopeless and bloody mess. I did what my first instinct told me to do; I got the hell out of there. I ran out of the restaurant. New York was a big place. I didn’t know where to go or what to do, so I just sank down against a granite building and cried.

The ring was still in my hand. I brought it to my eye level and looked at it with pure malice and hate. This is my fault she said no. I bet if I was different she would have said yes. God, how could I have been so stupid? I should have waited!

All this anger brought me to do was bang my head against the granite wall and punish myself for screwing everything up. My tears fell down as I thought about how I had nothing left. Nothing. They fell twice as hard as I felt the flesh on the back of my head split open.

This is what I needed… This is what I deserved… I thought.




I walked the streets of New York toward the restaurant Katie and Brendon were at, trying to figure out a way—any way— to stop Brendon from proposing to her.

She fogged Brendon’s mind up so bad that he couldn’t see her for what she really was. She didn’t deserve those thick, luscious locks of gorgeous hair, or that warm, heart melting smile of his. Come to think of it, I didn’t either, but I deserved them more than she did.

Through my thoughts, I saw a poor homeless guy sitting against a building, banging his head against it. Poor guy; it must suck not to have a home.

He kind of looks like Brendon… Ahh.. Brendon. The most gorgeous boy in the world.

Wait a second… that is Brendon!

Without even looking or thinking, I ran across the street to him. Tires screeched and I ran faster, praying that I wouldn’t get hit. I had to get to my Brendon!

“Br-Brendon!” I yelled, still running in his direction. The poor boy looked up at me, and put his head back in his hands, continuing to bang his head against the wall.

“Bren, what are you doing?” I panted out of breath.

As I walked closer, I saw the blood trickling down the building from Brendon’s head to the ground.
“Oh—My—God!” I said in shock.

I quickly came to my senses, getting out my phone and starting to dial 911.

“Ryan, don’t. I-I deserve this…” He spoke for the first time.
“Brendon, no one deserves this.” I told him. “C’mon, let’s get you to a hospital.”

He hesitated, then nodded as he silently got up.


***

2 hours and 4 stitches later, we were back at the hotel.


“God, I’m so tired!” Brendon said, barley conscious enough to walk up the steps.
“Well, I’ll let you go back to your room if you promise to not further harm yourself. Can I trust you?” I asked, knowing the answer.

He started to nod his head, but he must have thought better of it because the nod slowly became a shake.
“Okay then, you’ll just have to stay in my hotel,” I informed him, walking in the direction of my hotel room door.

He followed.

“Okay, you take the bed, I’ll take the floor,” I whispered.
He nodded.

About 8 minutes later, he fell asleep. No, I am not obsessed. Well, maybe a little. Just casually obsessed though. There is a difference.

Thinking about how I wished Brendon was mine, I sank down on one side of the bed and subconsciously ran my fingers through his hair, careful to avoid the stitches.

Katie had basically shattered his heart into pieces. You know how they say: “for every boy with a broken heart, there’s another boy with a gluegun?”

Well, thank God I had a gluegun.

[Ozella Luvenia]

This is kewl, I love it!!!
Update soon!!!
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"I'm pretty and she's odd, and together we're Pretty.Odd." -Gemz
I hate the way I look and I despise the way I sing
{[TEE AND I ARE THE ANTI-SCENE-QUEENS. YOU GOT IT RIGHT. NOW SHOVE IT UP YOUR ARSE.}]

[musicmakesmeloco]

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this story is awesome

updateee?
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Say my name, and his in the same breath, I
Dare you to say they taste the same,
Let the leaves fall off in the summer
And let December glow in flames

Brace myself and let go,
Start it over again in Mexico
These friends, they don't love you
They just love the hotel suites, now

I don't care what you think
'Cuz as long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness
In misery

Oh, take a chance, let your body get a tolerance,
I'm not a chance, but a heat wave in your pants
Pull a breath like another cigarette,
Pawn Shop, I'm trading up (trading up)

I'm the oracle in my chest,
Let the guitar scream like a fascist,
Sweat it out, shut your mouth,
Free love on the streets, but
In the alley and I ain't that cheap, now

[-PaneOfGlass-]

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[PATD_PWNs]

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[beyond_bruisedx]

Rating:like pg laaawll
dedication: everyone who reads and comments ily <33
disclaimer: You know that one little voice who tells you to do wrong things? well.... yeahh.
Author notes: uhm.. thnx to everyone who reads. i cannot possibly thank you enough i love you all. let me know if i can do anything for ya'll <3
chapter title: What pace, Brendon?
summary: ...it all started at the shaving cream fight...

bold=bden
regular=ryan

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“R-Ryan? What are you doing?” Brendon said groggily.

Oh, shit! He probably knows now! f**k f**k FUCKKK!!

“Uh… I-I-I was just, just you know….” I trailed off.

“How did you know I had a headache?” He asked, a bit less dazed than the last time.
HE THOUGHT I WAS RUBBING HIS HEAD BECAUSE OF A HEADACHE!!!! FKYESHHHH!!!!!

“Well, I figured that after all that crying, and the stitches, you’d have a migraine, and we didn’t have any medicine, so I figured I’d help in another way,” I told him, grinning proudly at my miraculous fib.




I awoke to Ryan running his fingers through my hair. I can’t really explain it, but his touch seemed to set fire to my nerves. It was unlike anything that I have ever felt—even with Katie. I laid there and pretended to be asleep just to feel the amazing sensation I got when he touched me. Finally, a brilliant idea came to me.

“Ry, what are you doing?” I asked, putting on a groggy voice to make it seem like I just woke up.

“Uh… I-I-I was just, just… you know…” He stammered.

Putty. in. my. hands. I decided to ask a question to see if he would take the bait.

“How did you know I had a headache?” I said in a much more regular voice.
He looked relieved to have an excuse.

He muttered something about how he thought I had a headache because of the stitches and how we didn’t have painkillers. I wasn’t really paying any attention; I was too lost in his eyes. He grinned proudly after he finished talking.

I think I’m starting to fall for Ryan Ross. Scratch that; I’ve already fallen.

I started to like him the tiniest bit when he fell on top of me in this disaster of a shaving cream fight. He fell on top of me after being ambushed by Jon, Spencer, Pete, Patrick, Andy, and Joe. He had lost his balance due to surprise from the attack. He and I decided to be on a team, and when I saw the attack coming I ran behind him. He fell on to me, face forward, covered in shaving cream, laughing that pretty laugh of his. He smiled at me, moving his face a little closer to mine, and just before our lips touched, out of nowhere, he sprayed shaving cream right in my face.

Ever since then, I’d been having weird dreams about him and me… together. You know, like together, together. It was weird, and it freaked me out a bit. I tried to convince myself that I was straight, and that’s when I met Katie. I thought she was my perfect chance at being straight. Now I just ended up getting hurt by something I wanted so badly. Now, I know for sure what I am meant to be. It still scares the living shit out of me, and I’m not quite sure how to handle myself, but I’m willing to risk it all and take the fall. Just for Ryan.

Out of nowhere, Ryan said something that made me go through a stage of shock.

“Well, this may be weird, and I don’t want anything to change between us, but… I sort of like you. Like, like you, like you…”

My eyes widened. He must have sensed rejection, because he quickly corrected himself.
“HAH! I got you so bad!” He laughed, a nervous smile plastered around his face.

“Ryan, I like you, like you, too.”
“Seriously?” He asked, relief and surprise in his voice.
I nodded.

“It was the shaving cream fight…” I explained.
“But… that was before Katie…” he said, confusion pouring into his voice.
“I went with Katie because I wanted so badly to convince myself that I was straight. I even gave myself the illusion that I loved her—and worse—I believed it.”
“So, you like me?” He smiled.
I nodded.

“I have to go to the bathroom…” Ryan said, practically running to the bathroom.

A few moments later I heard him singing.

“GO RYAN! GO RYAN! GO RYAN! YOU FINALLY WON AT LIFE f**k YESSSSS!!!”

I laughed at this. It was just like my baby to throw a dance party complete with chants, in the bathroom of a hotel.

Yes, my Ryan certainly wont at life.

[PATD_PWNs]

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That's so cute. i love ryan's song = )
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[musicmakesmeloco]

haha that's so cute XD
_________________
Say my name, and his in the same breath, I
Dare you to say they taste the same,
Let the leaves fall off in the summer
And let December glow in flames

Brace myself and let go,
Start it over again in Mexico
These friends, they don't love you
They just love the hotel suites, now

I don't care what you think
'Cuz as long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness
In misery

Oh, take a chance, let your body get a tolerance,
I'm not a chance, but a heat wave in your pants
Pull a breath like another cigarette,
Pawn Shop, I'm trading up (trading up)

I'm the oracle in my chest,
Let the guitar scream like a fascist,
Sweat it out, shut your mouth,
Free love on the streets, but
In the alley and I ain't that cheap, now

[Ozella Luvenia]

Haha, so kewl!!!!
Update please!!!
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"I'm pretty and she's odd, and together we're Pretty.Odd." -Gemz
I hate the way I look and I despise the way I sing
{[TEE AND I ARE THE ANTI-SCENE-QUEENS. YOU GOT IT RIGHT. NOW SHOVE IT UP YOUR ARSE.}]

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rating:pg still :/
dedication: brendon and ryan. of and of course YOU!
disclaimer: It's the boredom...
Author notes: I just read the most amazing ryden fic. i can't wait until it's updated. it was on a diff forum thingy just for FBE slash XD
chapter title: uncomfortable? Never.
summary: "erm, no."


once again... bold is brendon
not bold is ryan <33333xxx








Ryan came out of the bathroom, a sly grin on his face.

“So, you like me…” he said, sinking down on the bed next to me.
“Yes. But strange as it may seem, I need time to get over Katie. I mean, I did love her on some level…” I trailed off.

While Ryan was in the bathroom chanting, I took some time to actually think. I really had loved Katie… just not for the right reasons. I DO need time to get over her, and I hope Ryan won’t be mad.

He looked a little disappointed…
“Yeah, that’s fine. I totally understand. Are you going to come out to the rest of the guys?” he asked.

Oh, I forgot to mention… Ryan had been gay since like 17. Believe it or not, he actually was straight at one point. Until… well until he turned gay. So, naturally, the band knew.

“Erm, no.”
“It’s okay. I understand that, too. You’ve got to do it when you’re ready.” Ryan replied. Thank God he didn’t pressure me.

“So… how do we… you know… actually have a relationship?” I asked, curious. After all, this is my first experience with this sort of stuff…

“Um… like a normal one. I don’t know, really. I can’t explain. I mean, you just do what feels right, and if it doesn’t feel right… then you know you’re just going through a phase, I guess…” Ryan explained.

Right, that wasn’t confusing at all…

So, brendon said he wanted to wait. I understand… but this sort of waiting means not even sleeping 2 ft. away from the boy I love. Yes, love. Ever since the day after I had met him. Yeah, yeah, yeah… I know what you’re thinking… love at first sight.

No.

More like erection at first sight. Yes, the first boy to ever give me a boner with just a smile. So… yeah. Luckily, I was right by a bathroom, so no one saw. Anyway, after that I couldn’t stop thinking about him… and the rest is history.

“Oh, geez. I’m still in my tux! Ry, how could you let me sleep in my tux?!” Brendon asked, looking down at his own tux.

“Erm, excuse me Mr. I’m-going-to-fall-asleep-without-making-myself-comfortable!” I teased, getting a toothy grin from brendon in return.

“God, you’re beautiful…” he muttered.

Wait… I thought he wanted to take it slow? I must have looked confused, because he suddenly explained. “Well… it felt right… and that’s what you said…”

“No, no. You didn’t do anything wrong. You just took me by surprise, that’s all.” I grinned.

“Good, I didn’t want to make it weird or anything… but you’re GORGEOUS!” he smiled wildy.

“I don’t hold a candle to you.” Honesty… pure honesty.

He smiled.

“Hey, since this is your room, do you have a shirt I can borrow? Preferably one that’s a little too big on you?”
“Why? You can fit into a regular one.” I furrowed my eyebrows.
“No, Ryan. I don’t think you’re aware of how tiny you are…” he trailed off.
“Trust me.”

I opened my suitcase and threw him a Guns n’ Roses shirt. My favourite one ever.

When I looked up, he had already taken his blazer off and was undoing the last button of his shirt. I tried to be surreptitious about the whole checking him out thing, but it obviously wasn’t working, and the last thing I want to do right now is mess up our relationship by moving too fast and making him uncomfortable.

“I know… I’m a fatty…” He said, noticing that I was staring.
“What? No. You’re just right.” I smiled. “Hey, Bren? Please just tell me if I’m making you uncomfortable so I don’t do anything to hurt the chance of us being together…”

“What? No. I’m just talking about like… you know. That stuff. I know, I know, when the time is right, but I don’t know how you act so… yeah. I’m not saying break off all physical contact just nothing over PG-13 because… well, I’ve not quite processed the fact that I just fucked half my life over because of Katie.” He said, looking at the shirt and reluctantly putting it on. “Hey, what do ya know? It fits!”

“Hah, told you. Okay. Just… tell me. The last thing I’m aiming for is to screw my chance over, too.” I said, stripping down to my boxers and getting a Ramones tshirt out of my suitcase. “Here, I’ll take the floor.”

Brendon had already laid down on the bed, so I figured that I’d just take the safe route. He looked sort of disappointed.

“Ryan, get your ass up here! I’ll tell you if I’m uncomfortable!” He smiled.
Whew, what a relief. I thought for a second he was actually going to let me sleep on the floor!

I climbed into bed with him, and for the next 20 minutes we just laid there. Him, probably trying to sleep, and me… well, I was trying to work up the courage to wrap my arms around him… it wasn’t going too well.

Finally after 26 minutes later, I finally mustered up enough confidence to scoot closer, outlining my body with his, and wrapping my arms around him in the process.

Through the blinding dark, I could see the outline of his lips curl into a wide grin.

“Hey, Ryan?”
“Hmm?” I mumbled.
“I’m not uncomfortable.” I could just hear the smile in his voice.

Before finally falling asleep, I repeated those words in my head at least one thousand times.

Hey, Ryan. I’m not uncomfortable…

[musicmakesmeloco]

aww thats so nice! i love it so much! please continue soon?
_________________
Say my name, and his in the same breath, I
Dare you to say they taste the same,
Let the leaves fall off in the summer
And let December glow in flames

Brace myself and let go,
Start it over again in Mexico
These friends, they don't love you
They just love the hotel suites, now

I don't care what you think
'Cuz as long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness
In misery

Oh, take a chance, let your body get a tolerance,
I'm not a chance, but a heat wave in your pants
Pull a breath like another cigarette,
Pawn Shop, I'm trading up (trading up)

I'm the oracle in my chest,
Let the guitar scream like a fascist,
Sweat it out, shut your mouth,
Free love on the streets, but
In the alley and I ain't that cheap, now