Lets Not And Say We Did

Thirty

"We're alone." Ryan whispered to Brendon.

"So?"

"So you can cut the whole I hate Ryan act."

"If only it were an act."

"I know you like me."

"I don't, actually."

"Why? Why wouldn't you like me? I'm rich. You admitted I was pretty as hell. I'm smart. I have great fashion sense-"

"You want to know why I don't like you? Because you're an asshole and a megalomaniac. You think you're so fucking great. You think the world revolves around Ryan. You think you can buy your way into and out of everything you want-"

"That is not true!" Ryan stood.

"You spent damn near a hundred grand on clothes with just the hope that I'll have sex with you. You are a rich, spoiled douche bag. A glorified walking mannequin."

"And you're perfect, huh?" Ryan slammed his hand down on the table as he glared at Brendon. "At least I have a reason to be snobby. I'm rich! You're a snob on a basic income! You sleep with random men who you probably have nothing in common with. And you belittle people!"

"I'm not snobby. I just specifically don't like you! And yeah, I sleep with random guys. But you know what they all have in common?" Brendon stood up too then.

"They forget to call you?"

"They. Aren't. You!"

They were standing nose to nose. Screaming in each other's faces. Both breathing heavily. The arguing was over and the staring match had begun.

"Guys, Pete says we're going to his private beach today!"

Patrick came skipping into the kitchen. His smile disappearing from his face when he walked into the tense room.

"Sorry, Patrick." Brendon was the first to look away. "But I was just leaving."

"Bren, wait!" Patrick ran after him. Grabbing his arm before he could open the door. "Please come."

"Let him go." Ryan walked into the lobby after them. "He's a buzz kill anyway."

"I'd like to buzz kill you." Brendon shot back.

"What happened between you two?"

"Nothing." Brendon shook his head. "And nothing ever will."

"Oh boo hoo. Let me go wipe my eyes with my millions of dollars in the bank."

"How about you use those millions of dollors to buy pajamas that aren't for four year old girls?"

"How about you go fuck a duck!"

"Oh, you wish you were the duck I wanted to fuck!"

"Not!"

"Go step on a Lego!"

"Brendon!" Patrick gasped.

"What's going on?"

Pete called from the top of the steps. The group of three paused to stare at him as he slowly walked down the stairs. When he finally got to the bottom, he placed his hands on his hips. Waiting for an explanation.

"Brendon and Ryan were fighting."

"So?"

"Not like the normal banter. They were yelling at each other."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"Ryan?" Pete turned to his best friend.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Brendon?"

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Good." He clapped his hands together and nodded. "Since there isn't a problem between you two, there shouldn't be a problem with both of you going to the beach."

"But-"

"You're going to your beach?" Ryan frowned. "You never liked the beach."

"Maybe I will now. Go get packed. We're leaving for the jet in an hour."