Follow Your Heart [Rydon]

Chapter 12: Stuff

Ryan's Point of View ;

Brendon got called into work and I've got the day off.

So I called Hayley and asked her to go to the mall with me. 

"Tell me again why we're here when I could be at home laying in bed and watching Netflix?" She complained.

"Because I haven't seen you in fucking forever and I need your help."

"With what?" She asked.

"I have no idea what I should get Brendon for Christmas." Hayley looked at me with a blank expression.

"You have like a million weeks until Christmas. You don't have to get something now."

"Christmas is in like three weeks. I'd rather get it now so I don't have to worry about it later. And knowing me, I'll forget and end up buying something the day after." Hayley laughed.

"Yeah, you're right."

We went to the Tropical Grill on the other side of the mall and got smoothies.

"I should just buy him a lifetime supply of strawberry banana smoothies," I said, taking a sip of mine. "and if he doesn't like them, then I'll happily take it all."

Hayley laughed and we walked back to where the stores are. The only stores we shop at, anyway.

"What about Spencers?" I looked up and saw the big sign that read Spencers and wouldn't it be awesome if we stole it and gave it to Spencer?

"There's just a bunch of gag shit in there. And some shirts. And sex toys. Brendon does not need a sex toy. He has me." Hayley choked on her smoothie and I laughed.

"Thanks for sharing." She wiped the corner of her mouth and I smiled to myself.

"Anytime." We decided to go to Hot Topic, because what emo teenager doesn't like to go to Hot Topic? But I'm not emo, I'm Ryan.

"What about this?" Hayley held up a Fall Out Boy band tee. "Hey! We never fucking went to the concert!" She yelled.

"Yeah, I know. But they'll be back, I'm sure. Then we can go."

"Well, we better. Because I need to see some Pete Wentz. And if I don't, then I will die. And we can't have that." I smiled and shook my head.

I bought him a few band tee's and two pairs of skinny jeans and then went over to the phone shop and bought him a new phone. So maybe I kind of went and over did it there, but I don't care.

Good thing my mom gave me my savings when I turned eighteen. She'd been saving since I was born I guess, and there was a shit ton of money in the account. I never knew about it until she took me out for my birthday dinner and gave me the envelope with a brand new bank card and a slip that had my name on it with the account balance. Mason said he'd gotten one too, when he turned eighteen but he wasn't allowed to mention it to me because it would ruin the surprise.

Anyway, Hayley and I left the mall after buying more pointless stuff that we had to have and we lounged in my room.

"I love this shirt." I checked myself out in the mirror, examining the new shirt I bought myself. "But I think it's too small."

"Then you must not pay attention to any of your other shirts," Hayley said looking at me. "they're all a little too small on you. But they look good. It suits you. And I think Brendon loves that your hip bones show."

"What does Brendon love?" I quickly looked up at the door to see Brendon standing there staring at me.

"Ryan's hip bones," Hayley pointed out. "how they just show themselves under Ryan's too-small-tshirts."