pure ⇶ ryden

seven

i dropped the more than the last word count rule so this is gonna get updated wayyyyy more

bus ride

entered on june 1, 2006, 10:46 am by lonelymoonlight

i'm trying

i'm trying to read

but he keeps talking

barely above a whisper

asking me where i live

and what i do for a living

i just want to smile

and nod

and keep listening to his soft voice

i want to pretend everything's ok

and i don't possibly have my best friend running after me

and i think i can

and in fact

i might be doing it right now.

this is good.

i am fine.

i am too in love.

"What are you doing after you leave?" Brendon asked, causing Ryan to look up from his book.

"'M gonna go back home," Ryan turned the page.

"Where do you live?" Brendon started bouncing in his seat.

"New York City," Ryan didn't even look up.

"Is it nice there?" Brendon smiled sweetly.

Ryan sighed, sliding his bookmark between the pages of his book. "Yeah. You haven't been there?"

"Um, uh, nope!" Brendon cocked his head, "N-never."

"Maybe I could take you back with me," Ryan offers.

Brendon turns bright red, "I couldn't."

"Yes, you could!" Ryan grinned, "Lock up your house, you could stay with me!"

"But my job is here," Brendon protested, "I can't."

"It takes only a few train rides to get from New York to Irvington. You could visit for a day," Ryan said.

"Wait- sorry- are we- are we dating now?" Brendon giggled.

"Well, I guess so- no, wait," Ryan cleared his throat, "Brendon- what's your middle name?"

"Boyd," Brendon replies.

"And your last name?" Ryan raises an eyebrow.

"Urie," Brendon flashes a smile.

Ryan, once again, clears his throat, "Brendon Boyd Urie, will you be my demi-boyfriend?"

"It'd be an honor," Brendon giggles. They both have a good laugh, Ryan almost goes back to reading his book before Brendon poses the question, "What do you do for a living?"

"I like to think of myself as a poet who doesn't get paid," Ryan said, "so, yeah, I'm unemployed."

"Oh," Brendon respinds, "sorry."

"No, no, don't be sorry!" Ryan rushes, "It's fine. You asked, I answered."

"Yeah," Brendon pauses, "that's how asking questions works."

"Ah, fuck. Just- just don't feel guilty, 'kay?" Ryan starts to stroke Brendon's shoulder.

"Okay."

-time skip! fun fact: david bowie is my guy-

"It's our stop!" Brendon nudges Ryan.

"Okay," he takes his phone out of his pocket.

Spencer: Three new messages.

Spencer: One missed call.

Ryan sighs at the notifications, shoving his phone back in his pocket. He looks to Brendon, who's smiling widely. Ryan mirrors his expression, and keeps walking.