2.19.14
dear brendon,
when you met her, i was with you. it was rainy, and beside me, you glowed like the sun. you were wearing a black pea coat that i'm pretty sure was a woman's ("no," you had insisted before we left the house. "it's got a straight cut, not a curvy cut." i'd been too impatient to argue) and your hair was messy, from the rain and from you running your fingers through it repeatedly as we drank our coffee. you smelled like wet cement and damp fabric. it was the best damn thing i've ever smelled.
"hey, ryan," you said, turning to face me. your face was close to mine, since we were sitting outside on one of the raised brick walls that surrounded an enclosed piece of park. the bricks were cold under my legs. "do you think it'd be possible to make a coffee city? like, maybe freeze the coffee into bricks, and make a structure? not anything big, just like, a building or two."
i stared at you. i had literally no idea where you got these ideas, but they always made me smile.
"um. i don't know, bren."
"can we try?" your voice filled with excitement and you just started fucking beaming. like if i said yes, you would just explode with happiness.
"sure," i agreed, though i knew we never would. you always had ideas like this - they went as soon as they came.
you grinned at me and took a sip of your soy latte, then suddenly your eyes grew wide and you made a squeaking sound in the back of your throat.
i literally thought you were choking and was completely prepared to use the heimlich to save you, but then you swallowed and gasped. "do you see her?"
i blinked. "who?"
you nodded at someone and i followed your gaze. there, just stepping out of the coffee shop, was a girl. and even i couldn't deny she was beautiful. silky black hair that poured over one shoulder, wide blue eyes. porcelain skin, pink cheeks. she was gorgeous.
"i need to talk to her," you gasped. it sounded as if the air was burning through your lungs, like if you didn't talk to her, you would evaporate into the rain. it reminded me of how i felt when i saw you.
and so i nodded, and stood up. "sure. let's go." and i lead the way, one foot in front of the other, to the girl who would surely steal you away from me, like the way the fierce winds and bitter ice of winter chases away the red and gold leaves and the smell of cinnamon and the feeling of autumn. the way periwinkle storm clouds and cold downpours evaporate sunny skies. the way you would forget me as soon as you learned her name.
she was leaning against the chilly looking wall, hands buried in her pockets, biting her lip. she looked lonely and i knew you were bewitched the moment you saw the way her eyelashes brushed her cheekbone every time she blinked, enchanted with her smile as soon as she turned it your direction, and in love with the nine freckles she had sprinkled across her nose because i know you, brendon, and i know how you fall.
"hi, my name's brendon," you said, bouncing up to her and smiling.
and because no one could ever resist your charm, and she turned and smiled and i could feel it as i started to lose you.
"sarah," she said, shaking your hand. it disappeared in yours.
"nice to meet you," you beamed, then stepped backwards. "this is my best friend, ryan."
i smiled at you, and maybe you could tell it was forced because your smile faltered before you pasted it back on and shook my hand. "lovely to meet you, ryan."
her voice was like powdered sugar and there was no way i could ever compare.
"you, too," i said, smiling. then you and her started to talk and i fell into the background to you, just like i always do. i never used to mind - being with you is enough and i never liked the center of attention. but now, i just wanted to rip her away from you and stop you from talking more, from getting her number, from going on dates, from falling in love with someone that wasn't me.
but there was nothing i could do. it had already started.
a/n
rydon 4 life
just so u guys know I love Sarah and her and Brendon are my proof that love exists
But for this story she isn't a very good person :/
YOU ARE READING
dear brendon [rydon]
Fanfictiondear brendon, when we were fifteen, and we spent our time in the garage with spencer and brent, before brent left, you told me i was beautiful. [rydon]