Two Weeks In Hawaii (ryden)

Day 3

  "Spin's sick," Jon said, leaning against the door and frowning at Ryan. "He spent all night throwing up and now has a hangover from hell which he deserves for drinking so much." Jon turned his head towards the beds and spoke loudly, earning a groan of complaint from his boyfriend. "I don't think he'll be able to do much today, Ry."

"What about Brendon?" Ryan asked with a hint of annoyance, arms locked in a folded position over his chest as he glared at the slightly older man. "He'll be here soon expecting to do shit with us."

"You can still go with him." Jon smiled, his eyes sparkling with a hinting shine. Ryan glared harder, the corners of his mouth pulling farther towards the floor. "I'm sure Spence will be fine tomorrow so we can go then but today he's basically confined to the bed. Don't keep your miserable self inside all day, Ryan. Hang out with Brendon. He seems nice enough."

"Fine." Ryan didn't feel like arguing because he was tired, having been up tossing and turning all night. "I hate you, Spencer Smith!" he yelled into the room, looking over Jon's shoulder. "You owe me big!"

"Love you too," Spencer called back, voice groggy and blank. "George." he added, just to make Ryan mad.

"Have fun with Brendon," Jon said. "You deserve a distraction from your life; even if only for today."

"It'll be your fault when they find my mangled, murdered body being pecked at by seagulls on the beach." Ryan bitterly told Jon, making him laugh.

"See you tonight, Ry," Jon said before shutting the door, leaving Ryan all alone in the hall. He didn't fully buy the 'Spencer's Sick' excuse. They just wanted Ryan to be alone with Brendon, determined to make the two a couple. Ryan didn't come to Hawaii to find his next heartbreak though; he came because he was pretty much forced to. Jon and Spencer probably just wanted to fuck all day and therefore found a single, cute, local to dump Ryan on for the day.

Sighing, Ryan left them alone and headed down the hallway towards the lobby to wait for Brendon who, for his own sake, better be on time. If he's not, Ryan will only make the day more miserable. Unfortunately, when Ryan walked into the open space of seating and windows, roughly quarter to ten, Brendon was already there; leaning against the desk and talking happily to the woman behind it. Ryan didn't know what bothered him more; Brendon already there or the face that Brendon was just as happy as ever. They both annoyed him though. The early part because it was bonus points towards the native. Ryan took a deep breath and dropped his arms, heading for the desk with the least miserable face he could manage. Brendon was agreeing to show them around regardless of his other obligations therefore Ryan at least owed it to him to try and be happy.

"Ryan!" Brendon merrily greeted him upon sighting Ryan. He had sunglasses on top of his head, a green shirt with some sort of surfing logo, baggy tan capri's, and flip flops for today's outfit; still wearing the shell necklace as well as a variety of bands around one arm. "Aloha, my mainland friend." Brendon smiled brightly, making Ryan cringe.

"Morning," he said in response. Brendon pushed off the desk, uncrossing his ankles, and headed towards Ryan.

"Where are Spencer and Jon?" Brendon asked, glancing past Ryan towards the hall of rooms. It wasn't a big hotel but it was nice.

"They can't, uh, make it." Ryan told him, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Spencer's not feeling good; drank too much last night I guess."

"That sucks," Brendon said whilst frowning. "I can come back tomorrow if you'd rather."

"No, it's okay." Ryan spoke faster than he would have liked, Brendon's lips starting to turn to a smile again. "I could hang with you for the day...if you'd like..." he tried to keep his voice level and as interested as he could, not wanting to sound forced.

"Sure." Brendon shrugged, hooking his thumbs over the top of his pants. "If you want to, that is."

"Yeah." Ryan nodded, swallowing hard. He could do this; he could survive a day with an overly happy man. "I want to."

"Cool," Brendon said before there was a small moment of awkward silence. "Have you eaten?" Ryan shook his head, encouraging Brendon's peppy attitude even more. "Well I know this great little diner we could grab some breakfast or whatever at."

"Sounds good," Ryan said with as much enthusiasm as he could force out, managing a small smile. Brendon hummed a bit to himself as though he was contemplating something before starting towards the doors; Ryan following a moment later once he realized that Brendon was gone. "So...I guess we should...get to know each other more?" Ryan suggested as they walked through the lobby, a few other tourists passing through as well.

"If you want to," Brendon said, flicking his sunglasses down over his eyes and pushing the door open, holding it for Ryan. "My name's Brendon Urie, I'm twenty-four, an Aries, love to surf, can kick anyone's ass at beach volleyball, can play almost any instrument, can sing better than most people I've met, I spend my free time showing tourists such as yourself around, absolutely love Disney, attended college for the hell of it, have a masters in shit you won't care about, and for some strange reason I'm still single." Ryan couldn't help but laugh a little because Brendon spoke so easily and smoothly about himself; almost in a mocking tone. "I also tried feeding a fish a peanut butter sandwich once."

"Why?" Ryan asked as he followed Brendon towards the recognizable death trap vehicle.

"Haven't you ever seen 'Lilo and Stitch'?" Brendon asked, flip flops smacking against the pavement. Ryan was silent for a moment, a little preoccupied studying Brendon's tanned body. "Well Lilo, the little girl, would always bring this fish she named Pudge a peanut butter sandwich because Pudge controls the weather." Ryan snorted (unintentionally) with laughter. "I know it sounds stupid but I didn't want it to rain that day." Brendon smiled as he climbed into the driver's seat. "Oh come on; you've had to of done idiotic things before."

"Yeah," Ryan said, getting into the passenger seat, a little more confident than the previous night. "I fell in love with an asshole and almost married him," he said quietly, no longer smiling as he buckled up. Brendon stared at Ryan through the tinted lenses before shoving the keys into the ignition; the ring full of random toys that distracted Ryan momentarily.

"The world's full of assholes," he said, buckling then backing up. "That's why I love Hawaii."

"There has to be assholes here too," Ryan said, hands wrapped around the safety device.

"There are." Brendon turned the wheel, shifting the vehicle into drive and heading towards the road. "But Hawaii has things that not everywhere else does to deal with assholes."

"Like what?" Ryan asked, shutting his eyes from the wind because Brendon drove faster than Will did.

"Volcanoes," Brendon said, reaching down between the two seats and extracting a pair of white-framed sunglasses, which he offered to Ryan. "Hawaii is a collection of islands; this one doesn't allow assholes." Ryan accepted the glasses and slid them on, his eyes instantly grateful to be protected from the sun and wind. "So Ryan, anything I should know about you now that you know more about me than you wanted?"

"My last name is Ross, I'm a Virgo, I'm twenty-five, I like to play guitar, and I went to college to be an English teacher which is what I do back in Vegas," Ryan said, figuring the little information wouldn't do any harm. It wasn't his address or phone number or anything. Hell, Brendon didn't even know Ryan was his middle name. "And I'm sure I could kick your ass at beach volleyball." he smiled because for whatever reason, he just couldn't find the strength to be miserable.

"Is that a challenge?" Brendon asked, one eyebrow rose, as he flew along the roads. Ryan was still afraid of falling out; especially since Brendon liked going fast.

"Afraid you'll lose?" Ryan asked with a bit of taunting in his voice.

"No one's ever beat me before," Brendon said, the wind streaming through his hair. "I'm invincible."

"I'm not no one," Ryan said, still challenging Brendon. It would give him a reason to gloat because he's unusually good at the sport. It definitely wasn't because he wanted to see if he could Brendon shirtless.

"No," Brendon laughed, turning into the drive to the small building, "you certainly aren't."