Abomination (Ryden)

Chapter 12

When we finally get out of my car and make our way up Jon's front yard to his door, things between Ryan are still a little... let's say, awkward. He stays two feet behind me at all times, and when Mrs. Walker answers the door he forces a polite smile, but doesn't really say much after that.

Of course, when we head up the stairs, Ryan still stays three steps behind me. Then, obviously, I'm not really thinking because I just barge into Jon's room without knocking, which is really fucking dumb, since Spencer is alone in the room with him. But sorry, I'm still not used to this whole, Jon having a boyfriend thing. Thankfully, they're just making out, but of course, Ryan makes this big scene when he comes in behind me, turns around, does this whole groan thing and goes, "Don't you guys ever stop?!"

He stays with his back turned to them, until they finally pull apart with not a hint of embarrassment on either of their faces. Of course, because its Spencer and Jon after all. Ugh. So, yeah, I guess I can understand why Ryan gets so freaked out some times, but sometimes, really, he takes it too far considering we do the exact same thing like, every chance we get.

"No... we really don't," Jon smirks, and presses his face into Spencer's neck.

He giggles, and ducks his head away, a slight tint of pink now grazing his cheeks. He turns and sends Jon a look that so just screams, what did I tell you about doing things in front of Ryan, Jonathan Walker?

Jon rolls his eyes.

I take a seat on the small, bright, orange chair in the corner of his room, because I'm sure as hell not going to take a chance sitting on Jon's bed, because considering Spencer and Jon's sex life, I don't even want to think about what's on it.

Ryan must be thinking the same thing, because he just kind of stands there with his arms crossed over his chest, looking quite uncomfortable because there's nowhere else in his room to sit (besides except the floor, but really, it's Ryan, and Ryan doesn't do floors).

I wiggle my eyebrows at him, and pat my lap. He scowls back and walks over to the other side of his Jon's room, and settles for leaning against his computer desk.

Ouch. But, really, it's not like I actually expected him to sit on my lap anyways, because, hello, he was just screaming at me and calling me a slut and a whore less than fifteen minutes ago. Then there's also the fact that there's people around - even if it is just Jon and Spencer.

And, to be quite honest, I'm still quite confused on why he's still mad at me. I mean, I thought we settled this back in the car with our whole life-changing conversation, you know, the one where I told him I'd put off sex for him. Hell, that should keep me safe from his wrath for well over a few months. I'm sacrificing sex here, people!

Jon looks between us, confused, then goes, "Uh oh, trouble in paradise? Could Brendon not get it up again? Don't worry, Ryan, it's not you, he's always had a problem."

Spencer lets out a few girlish giggles, then quickly covers his mouth. Jon looks down at him, with this pleased look on his face because he so did the impossible by making the fucking bitch laugh for once in his life.

I want to chuck a thousand page dictionary at both their giggling heads.

Ryan doesn't seem to find this too funny either, because he sends me a I'm-going-to-kill-your-unborn-babies look and goes to Jon, "Oh really? Because he seems to get it up just fine for Ethan."

Jon and Spencer immediately stop their little giggling fest and look up like, huh?

I lean back in Jon's chair, cover my face and groan. "Ryan."

He ignores me and keeps on going, "Apparently, Brendon here thought it would be okay that after he broke up with Ethan, he'd leave me sitting around my house waiting for him for two hours, while he had 'breakup sex' with him."