That Was Not In The Script (Rydon fanfic) (ON HOLD)

No, Seriously, How Old Are You?

Ryan's POV

I bite my lip as I enter Starbucks but smile slightly as I see Brendon at the counter talking to the guy there, I think his name starts with an S.

"Hey Ryan!" he calls, standing up and running towards me like a kid.

"Hey, Bren. Who's your friend?" I smile, because I feel warm suddenly.

"Oh, that's Spencer! My best friend! He's awesome! But don't worry, so are you! Want a coffee? I like coffee! Do you like coffee?" he was rambling, but I understood what he was saying.

"Bren, if I didn't like coffee, I wouldn't be here," I laugh, rolling my eyes.

"Oh. of course! I'm an idiot," Bren laughs.

I shake my head as he drags me to the counter and Spencer smiles suddenly as he looks at me.

"Hey, so you're Ryan? I remember you. You come here frequently don't you?" Spence asked, smirking.

"Oh, yeah, yeah," I mumble.

We order our coffee and tea cakes before sitting down and chatting again. Brendon is very amusing, he's not a very big complainer and he's always talking, he's always enthusiastic and a very fast speaker.

"So yeah you know, but then again my friend got put in prison because he stole a cherry and I thought that was out of order but then again he did steal something so he got put in a cell and everyday I think a cop is going to come up to me and put me in prison and what would happen if I got put in a cell and Spencer or Jon won't bail me out so I'll rot in a cell and you will forget about me and everyone I know would just lock me in there and will never let me out and then when someone new comes along after ten years and then gets assigned to the cell I was put in and then they'll ask why is there a plastic skeleton in their cell but it won't be a plastic skeleton Ryan it will be my fucking rotting corpse!" Brendon exclaims, and I swear he didn't breathe once during that.

"Bren, I highly doubt that would happen," I roll my eyes, taking a sip out of my coffee.

"But it isn't an impossible is it?" he asks, but he's smiling slightly.

"Guess not," I tease, looking out the window.

"No but seriously, I don't want to rot. I want to live a life, I'm only twenty one Ryan, so I really don't want to be stuck in prison and rot and my corpse would become decayed and I don't want that. I'd rather be back at my apartmant, eating Super Noodles and Pot Noodles and Pasta and watching SpongeBob SquarePants and...and..and.." Brendon trailed off, clicking his fingers as if he was trying to remember something.

"Brendon, how old are you?" my face goes serious, because a twenty one year old doesn't watch SpongeBob SquarePants, do they?

Brendon shut his mouth and turned completely towards me. He looked down for a moment, ashamed, but then he raises his head and gives me this sweet smile that I almost melted.

"Twenty one," he whispers.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Bren breathed, turning his head so he's looking out the window.

"You don't act like it," I mumble, but then I cover my mouth up quickly because I'm pretty sure I offended him.

"I know. Everyone says that. My mum kicked me out on my eighteenth birthday because I was too much for her. I guess I just need to change so people would like me," Bren goes quiet, and he's avoiding my gaze.

"Don't change," I say, and I want to kick myself.

"Why?"

"I like you the way you are. You're funny," I smile, trying to get his energy back.

"That's what I say! But mum always mentions I'm too eccentric and I am, I know I am, but I'm not a sheep, Ryan, I don't want to be a fucking sheep!" Bren says, and he is definately not breathing.

I scoff and try not to spit out my coffee.

"You don't want to be a sheep?" I express, because when did we get on the topic of farm animals?

"Yeah, sheep follow each other around. I don't want to be a follower, I don't want to be like everyone else. I'm an individual. You should join me," Brendon explains, smirking again.

I bite my lip, but I can't stop what comes out of my mouth next.

"Wouldn't I still be a sheep if I'm following you?"

Brendon laughs and I love it.

"Not exactly, you don't have to be exactly like me Ry. But y'know, don't try and be cool like them. We'll be shephards," Bren winks, and this time I have a spit take.

"S-Shephards?" I exclaim, my mouth dripping with coffee.

"Yeah, you know, the guys who control the followers, who control the sheep," Bren grins as if it was obvious.

Shephards? That guy is insane. But that warms my heart. Maybe I'm too grounded.

"Yeah, cause that's not disturbing at all," I snark.

Bren just laughs at me.

"What can I say? I'm a very disturbing person," Brendon shrugs.

"Indeed you are," I agree, but I'm smiling.

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"I had an awesome time!" Bren smiles, jumping up and down because he's had way too much coffee.

"Same," I smile, growing interest in the floor.

"I better get going, I've got work to do. But we'll do something like this again, yeah?" he said, turning to face me.

"Of course. I've got your number, remember?" I say.

"Yeah, and I got5 yours from the text you sent. Right, I gotta go now, but I'll see you later yeah?" he smiles, kissing me on the cheek before running down the street.

I smile and turn to walk away.