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“ Ryan, don’t you know it’s rude to stare?” Brendon said, grinning.
Ryan had been zoned out again, obviously thinking about Brendon. I mean, what else does he really think about these days? Every waking hour, Brendon’s perfect hair or unapologetic laugh infiltrated his every thought. Ryan told himself it ment nothing, that everyone thinks of there friends like this, everyone calls their friend in the middle of the night just because they want to hear their voice, everyone —
“RY! SERIOUSLY!!” Brendon exclaimed, growing frustrated.
“S-sorry! I just, uh…” Ryan trailed off, his face growing hot. He stared at his lap, fidgeting with his hands.
“Too busy admiring my beauty?” Brendon teased, fluttering his eyelashes, his previous anger obviously gone.
“Why of course, Brendon, you’re face is just too gorgeous not to!” He said in high pitched, girly voice.
At this, Brendon burst out laughing, Ryan quickly following suit.
Only, Ryan wasn’t exactly joking. He really did feel that way about Brendon. And that was a hard fact to face.
He wasn’t gay.
Was he?
To distract himself from this thought, he quickly turned on the TV.
“Hey!” Ryan cried as Brendon snatched the remote from him, quickly turning on Disney channel. “Disney channel? Really?” Ryan sighed, accepting defeat as he nestled under the blanket and into Brendon’s side.
“Don’t judge my impeccable taste.” Brendon says after selecting a movie. After a few seconds, he yawns and leans his head onto Ryan’s shoulder.
“You can’t fall asleep before the movie starts.” Ryan says, talking to distract himself from how much he’s enjoying this embrace.
“M’not gonna.” He mumbles, although his eyes are fluttering shut.
“Sure..” Ryan whispers as Brendon’s breathing evens out and his body goes limp against Ryan.
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Ryan woke up first the next day. It took him a minute to process where he was, and who he was with.
Ryan had fallen asleep in Brendon’s bedroom with Brendon’s arms wrapped around him.
“Crap!” Ryan hissed, scrambling to check the time.
5:12.
He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He left last night after his dad went to bed, and he wouldn’t be up until at least 7:00. He walked to Brendon’s house ( he has yet to pass drivers ed), which means that he can stay at Brendon’s till roughly 6:20, giving him time to get home and pretend he was there all night.
He quickly set a 6:10 alarm, not wanting to take any chances. He can’t imagine what his dad would do if he found out he spent last night cuddling with his best friend. His dad, the major homophobe. His dad, the guy who calls him fag every morning just because he wears eyeliner. Safe to say this wouldn’t be good in his books.
Ryan soon relaxed, lying back into the bed. In his panic, he had almost forgotten about the beautiful creature squished into his side. He slipped back under Brendon’s outstretched arm. He couldn’t think of anywhere that would be better than this.
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Ryan shot up at the sound of his alarm to see a just-waking Brendon beside him. Even though his hair stuck up in every direction and his normally large eyes were squinted, he was still stunning.
“It’s 6:12, why the hell am I up?” Brendon asked, wiping the sleep from his eyes
“Well, some of us have places to be. Now go back to sleep, Bren.” Ryan said, rubbing his shoulder. Brendon leaned into the touch and quickly fell back onto the bed.
“Mmm… ‘m so tired…” Brendon groaned, putting a pillow of his head.
“Bye Bren… see you later.” He whispered as he climbed out the window, avoiding being caught by Brendon’s parents. The two didn’t care much for Ryan, thought he was an “ evil, gay influence.” Whatever the fuck that means.
Weirdo Mormons.
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Sneaking back into his home was a success, his dad didn’t suspect a thing. Now he’s walking to school, shivering from the 40 degree weather. He has to go to school, where him and Brendon won’t address yesterday as anything more than friends. He’ll walk into school and suppress his feelings for Brendon, like he always did. Deflect all of the remarks about the two of them. Pretend he doesn’t care.
Today will be like all of the other days, full of faking and suppressing .
“Hey Ry! You look nice today!”
Or maybe, just maybe, it won’t.