Pretty. Odd. #A Ryden Fanfic# [DISCONTINUED]

Do I Look Sad?

HEY WHORES🐢

The font on this shit is weird as fuck. I changed it all, and so now it's skinny and thin and small and looks fucking weird but awesome. AmazingPhil finally uploaded(the bitch), DanIsNotOnFire just uploaded and made me happier than I've ever felt by saying 'Fall Out Boy', ahoynateo just uploaded, maxmoefoe just uploaded and I'm listening to Wretched And Divine by Black Veil Brides and it's fucking epic. It's the deluxe edition, so I get a DVD(bitch). Ashley obviously does not own a shirt. Andy can speak. Jeremy cannot speak. Andy looks hotter (somehow) with short hair. They've really cut down on the warpaint, there music style is the same, and it's brilliant, I am in LOVE with New Years Day and In The End, and everything about this record is just fucking epic. Oh, and the lyric video for 'Supremacy' by Muse came out a few days ago, and I'm crazy about it. It's just brilliant. My only complaint is how fast Matt sings; "The time..." for the first pre-chorus/chorus. Otherwise, fucking amazing. Even the lyric VIDEO, blew me away. Just... wow. THAT FUCKING HOTONDO HOMES AD IS ONE OF THE MOST FUCKING ANNOYING THINGS EVER. And, I'm writing this instead of watching Friends(the episode with Richard and Robert 'coming out' of his pants?), so be lucky I love you guys. Oh, and I finally have an iPad, so writing should be a LOT easier now. YAY! :)

Alright, lets get saucy!

OKAY? OLAY SEÑORITA!!!

QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Stand for what you believe in even if it means standing alone." -Andy Biersack

Brendon's P.O.MOTHERFUCKING.V

I woke up with my arms loosely hanging around Ryan's waist. He was already smiling down at me, so I leaned up and pecked him on the lips.

"It's rude to stare..."

He blushed at looked away, and I smirked.

"...But I'll allow it because I love you."

I felt his arms tighten around my own waist, and I was pulled into Ryan's bare chest.

"Hello sir." I mumbled into it.

"Oh, Jesus, not this again."

We laughed, our morning voices making us sound like retarded hyenas.

"We have to get up."

"But Bren-don! I don't want to!"

"Your hair looks like a demented porcupine."

Ryan shrieked and jumped out of bed, frantically patting his hair and grabbing the first pair of pants he could find, tugging them on and running out the door to the bathroom. I sat upright, trying to figure out what just happened.

(A.N:I wrote a whole bunch after this that I'm now going to have to redo, but thanks to the stupid Wattpad update, as I wasn't connected to the Internet, it didn't save. Motherfucker.)

^Maybe he went to check his hair.^ I thought. ^He must be gayer than I originally guessed.^ I laughed out loud(LOL), me and my hilarious mind(A.N:...Not feeling it...). Suddenly, the door was flung open and Ryan burst through, landing on me. He only had one pant leg on, and his hair was still sticking up in any random direction. I gasped as all the air was sucked out of me, freezing up and staring into space. I could sense Ryan looking at me, a worried look on his face.

"You okay?"

"YEAH BRO, I'M AS KAY KAY AS YOU CAN GET."

"Hardcore."

"I know right?"

"You know LEFT."

"G-T-F-O bitch!"

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to become a pancake..."

"Pancakes are golden brown and lovely."