pure ⇶ ryden

five

ive had this idea for a while im juST SO EXCITED FOR THIS CHAPTER (also another poem named after a ruth garbus song good god v(also ye this poem is gonna have a of LOT certain kind quotes lmfaO))

         

certain kind
entered on june 1, 2006, 6:39 am by lonelymoonlight
a summer breeze
last midnight's leaves.
i was dumb
like those rock and roll days
i was meant to be gone.
we'll watch the sunset tv
and i'll sip my tea.
i was young
park out in santa fe
it beats casual or strong.
purple dawn
he's acting like a baby fawn.
really want the world to blow my mind
only take it if it's the right kind
certain kind.

And now they were cuddling.
They really didn't know how they got to that, but they weren't complaining, because it was quite nice. Their legs were tangled, Brendon's arm's were around Ryan's neck,
"I gotta admit, I was kind of nervous last night," Brendon said, propping his elbow up, "I mean, all that was running through my head is 'what if he thinks I'm ugly?'"
"You're not ugly, don't say that," Ryan cooed, "you're gorgeous. You know that song Your Body Is A Wonderland by Johnny Depp?"
"Johnny Depp isn't a singer, dumb ass," Brendon laughed.
"I mean John Mayer. Sorry, I get the two confused," Ryan rushed.
"How do you get them confused?" Brendon asked.
"Same vibes, you know?" Ryan explained, "anyway, I wanted to say that to you. That your body is a wonderland. Yes, you have curves, stretch marks, a few moles and stuff, but that makes you even more beautiful."
"Y-you don't think it's gross or anything?" Brendon said, his face turning bright red.
"Nah, I think it's cute, even," Ryan replied, "I have shit like that, too. I'm boney, I have scars, and I could go on, but you don't wanna hear it. The point is, nobody's perfect. Well, I mean, you're an exception."
"Gosh, uh, thanks!" Brendon giggled.
They were in silence for a while, until some wind came past the curtains and through the open window, blowing Brendon's hair into his face. Ryan grinned as he pushed it away, "You look a little familiar to me, you know?" Ryan questioned, "maybe you're just one of those people, though."
"Oh... uh, yeah, I've gotten that before," Brendon said nervously, nodding quickly, "I guess I am like that." He looked out the window before changing the subject, "I'm kind of hungry, can you cook? I would, but I'd probably burn the house down."
"Um, yeah, I can, like, cook, I'm not really good at it, but I'm not bad, either," Ryan responded.
"What can you do?" Brendon asked, leaning in closer.
"I... I can use a microwave," Ryan said, "yeah. I'm really good at microwaving."
"Sounds good," Brendon said, biting his lip.
"Yeah. So, um, what do you want?" Ryan asked.
"Um, eggs sounds cool," Brendon muttered.
"Great. Eggs," Ryan said before the two both burst into laughter.
"What was that?" Brendon grinned.
"I don't know, but that's never happening again," Ryan chuckled.
—————-oh would u look at that a minor scene change—————
"So, what happened?" Travie asked.
"I fucked up," Ryan sighed.
"Excuse me? We fricked up!" Brendon added, "We're all in this this together."
"Hmm, so did Brendon set his house on fire? Or did Ryan burn everything?" They asked, clearly intrigued.
Ryan began to speak, "I-"
"Ryan burned everything," Brendon said, cutting him off. Ryan shot him a glare as he took a sip of his water.
The door swung open. Ashley walked in, she was chewing gum. She was wearing a Green Day crop top, and a short white miniskirt. She immediately pointed at Brendon, "Ay, we match!"
Brendon smiled as he looked down at his skirt, he was wearing the same one. "Nice shirt, too!" Brendon giggled.
"Let's take a picture together," Ashley motioned for him to walk over, and he did, stumbling in his high heals (he lost a bet to a guy in a chiffon skirt, but he makes those high heels work).
"Crap, sorry, it's my first- actually, third, not gonna lie, time in these," he said as Ashley grabbed his hands, helping him balance.
"Are you kidding me?" Ashley said, shaking her hair as she pulled her phone out, "it's amazing you can even stand in those!" She held the camera farther away from her, "Alright, smile!" Brendon clenched his teeth, "That's not a smile, Brendon. You're just gritting your teeth."
"I am in pain," he said through the 'smile'.
"Do you wanna be cropped out?" Brendon instantly attempted to do a real smile, and Ashley snapped a picture. "You can go."
"As if I couldn't before," Brendon scoffed, tripping his way back to his seat.
"Great!" Travie threw two menus down in front of Ryan and Brendon, "fucking order."
"Um," Ryan looked to Brendon, "nothing."
"My usual," Brendon said.
Travie nodded, turning to his left, "Josh! Brendon's order!"
"What's your order?" Ryan asked, his eyes still locked on Brendon.
"Strawberry pancakes with chocolate syrup and whipped cream," Brendon grinned. He has to be, like, five, Ryan thought.
"How old are you?" Ryan asked.
"Twenty, you?"
"Twenty four," Ryan said.
"What's your sign?" Brendon asked, smiling.
"Virgo, but I don't believe in astrology," Ryan looked away.
"I'm an Aries," Brendon said in a dreamy voice, "we match."