Abomination (Ryden)

Chapter 41

Six hours, two more romping sessions and five missed calls later, Ryan finally gives in and decides to call his dad back.

We're in the living room, cramped together on my tiny couch, legs tangled together with Ryan's boney chest pressed flush against my back, and his arm slung over my waist. While he 'mhm's and 'yeah's, and groans and sighs into the receiver behind me, I'm flipping through the channels until I land on Gossip Girl and decide to keep it there (shutup, the boys are hot, okay?).

Of course, the first thing Ryan says when he clicks off the phone five minutes later is, "I can't believe you watch this crap."

"How could I not?" I ask, keeping my eyes glued to the TV. "Overly-dramatic shows about rich, spoiled kids are my favorite."

This earns me my own 'mhm'.

He sighs, and drops his head against the armrest with a loud and seemingly painful thunk. From the corner of my eye I watch him open and close, and then open and close, and then open and close his cell phone above him with a thoughtful expression on his face.

As he goes for his fortieth round of his cell phone opening, I grab it from his hands, and place it on the floor next to me. "You're distracting me," I say.

He gives me one more dramatic sigh, flops down onto his back, landing half on top of me due to the lack of space, but doesn't protest.

Ryan stays absolutely silent behind me for a few minutes, and I don't go to start a conversation either because really, this show is intense. Finally, Ryan lets out an annoyed sigh/groan/noise thing, and turns back onto his side, hoisting himself up to look down at me, frowning. "So, what?" he asks, waving his other hand in the air to like, make a point or something. "You're not gonna ask me about what my dad said?"

Oh, yeah, right. That.

I force my eyes off the TV, and crank my neck to look up at him. "Yes... I was waiting for you to tell me," I lie.

He gives me the look. "Right, okay," he says. "Well, he wants me to come over so we can talk tomorrow."

"Oh yeah?" I ask, eyes drifting back to the TV. "Are you gonna go?"

"I don't know..." he muses, running his fingers through his hair. "I mean, what is he going to say to me that he hasn't already said, you know? I mean, I'm pretty sure I've already heard everything he needs to say, right?"

"Mm, yeah," I mumble, distracted.

Then, out of like, freaking nowhere, Ryan decides, hey lets jab my fingers into Brendon's with an unbelievably hard force for no reason. "Ow! What the fuck was that for?!" I demand, grabbing onto my throbbing waist and tear my eyes away from the screen to shoot daggers at my oh-so-loving boyfriend. "I'll probably have bruises the size of fucking... Pluto tomorrow now! Thanks!"

He gives me the classic, unsympathetic Ryan eye-roll, and replies back, "You weren't even listening to me!"

"I was so!" I cry back defensively, sneaking a glance at the TV just as a commercial comes on (thank god, I was missing all the good stuff). "It's just that this show is really interesting," I explain, turning my attention back to Ryan. "It's the season finale! Like, look, okay, there's this chick, Georgina, and her and this other girl, Serena used to hang out and do stupid sh - "

"Brendon!" Ryan cries, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration as he goes to sit up. "Is this show actually more important?"

"No!" I say automatically (it's instinct), looking up at him with innocent eyes, but then I pause, and think it over before admitting, "well, in a way, yes. Maybe." He stares at me, eyes like, literally flashing with rage and fire, so I quickly defend myself before I end up buried in the backyard, "I mean, like, only because, yeah, your dad's an asshole, what else is new, you know?"