Storms of Fabled Foreign Tongues ~ A Rydon/Ryden fanfiction

Chapter two

Chapter two

Nothing interesting had happened to Brendon at work since the day he met Ryan Ross (if that could be counted as interesting).

To be honest the most exciting event had happened on Wednesday when he'd got a new name tag after telling his manager that it had been spelt wrongly. Mr Jones handed Brendon a new one and told him it was the last time that he would get it replaced, and Brendon nodded and took it in his hands. He squinted at the badge, printed on plain white paper in an extremely distasteful shade of pink comic sans. It read "Brenden".

Brendon had groaned loudly, the whole shop probably hearing him. Why couldn't anyone ever spell his name right?

He'd sighed again, put the name tag on his shirt and got on with his work, stuck with the wrong name badge for eternity (or at least until he could get himself a new one).

On Friday he'd been anxiously anticipating the weekend and selling yet more One Direction CDs to 12- year-olds. That was just about all he did in this job.

But it was now Saturday, and Brendon and Spencer sat on the couch in Brendon's living room eating pizza and watching some cheesy movie that neither of them really cared about in the slightest.

"So....." Spencer began, trying to start a conversation.

"So?" Brendon said muffled, due to his mouth being full of pizza.

"Anything interesting been happening at work this week?" Spencer asked.

Brendon swallowed his mouthful. "Nah, not really. They misspelt my name... twice."

Spencer gave a short laugh. "People always do that to you."

"Yeah, they do, and it's not funny, Spencer," Brendon said indignantly.

"Whatever," Spencer said, taking a slice of the pizza.

"Well, there was this one thing..." Brendon started.

"What was that?" Spencer asked, mouth half full with food.

"This guy.... came into buy a guitar."

"A guy came into buy a guitar?" Spencer repeated. "Isn't that a very normal occurrence in a music shop?!"

"Well... yeah it is," Brendon said, staring at the pizza box. "But there was something about him that... I don't know.."

"Aw, does little Brenny have a crush?" Spencer laughed.

"Shut up! No I don't!" Brendon said. "He was just interesting, that's all. And anyways, I'm still getting over Dallon, it's not even been a week."

Spencer raised his eyebrows."Sure... so did you get a name?"

"Yeah," Brendon responded, quite proudly.

"And?"

"And his name is Ryan."

"Wait, Ryan?" Spencer inquired.

"Yeah..." Brendon said looking confused.

"Did you get a last name?"

Brendon nodded. "Yeah. His name's Ryan Ross."

Spencer sighed. "Oh god, Brendon..."

Brendon looked confused. "What?"

"You can't not know who Ryan Ross is," Spencer replied.

"Uh, yeah, I do. He's the man who bought a guitar from the shop I work in."

"No, Brendon, he's like infamous in this city's music scene," Spencer replied.

"Oh," Brendon said 'That must be where he got all that money,' he thought. Trust Brendon to want to be friends with a cool local celebrity. Ryan would probably never even look at him again, let alone talk to him or be his friend. Ryan was famous. Brendon was a nobody. He sighed and put his head in his hands.