How Not to Help the Deaf (Ryden)

How Not to Help the Deaf

"I promise, I'll be back before you know it," Ryan muttered, inches away from Brendon's face. He'll only be gone for two weeks, but Brendon treated it as if he wouldn't be back for a decade. After two hours of constant reassurance and plenty of goodbye pictures, he finally closed the door of Ryan's taxi that escorted him to the airport.

Ryan's mother was in the hospital with some illness that he couldn't even pronounce, but the doctor that he talked to over the phone made it sound as if it was a serious matter. His father invited him to come visit and surprise her. So that's exactly what he's doing, and she has no idea.

On the way to the airport, Ryan felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Brendon already missed him, and it had only been two minutes. Granted, he spent about 95% of his time with him, so they were really close. Well, they were dating. They're supposed to be close, so it's not a bad thing, until they have to do things like this. Ryan didn't love the idea of being away from him either, but he couldn't afford two plane tickets, and his father loaned Ryan money to pay for the one they bought for Ryan. So, Brendon decided he could tough it out for two weeks and use his right hand to keep him company. Ryan might send him a picture or two, but he might be too busy to do that. He's staying for two weeks because the majority of his family lives in the same town; his dad told Ryan to just kill two birds with one stone and have a reunion with the rest of his relatives while he was there.

By the time he had arrived at the airport, Brendon had sent him over fifty messages telling Ryan about how much he'll miss him and how he wanted to be with him, along with several crying face emojis. And by the time he had boarded the plane, Brendon had completely blown up his phone.

Ryan was the only person in his row, so he took advantage of the extra two seats and set his backpack down in the seat to the right of him, and used both arm rests (what a rebel). He went through the large number of photos and messages that Brendon sent him, and came across several pictures that shouldn't be viewed in public, along with suggestive messages to accompany them.

just in case you missed me :)

God I miss your ass. Literally.

Ryan groaned, slipping his phone back into his pocket before he got hard and embarrassed himself. He's not bad looking, Ryan could very well get an erection. Ryan buried his head in his hoodie and tried to take a nap, hoping that when he woke up he would be at least be halfway there. He's going across the country, it'd be stupid to try and entertain himself for 3 hours straight.

♢♢♢

Brendon searched Ryan's dirty clothes hamper without shame, trying to cling to the remnants of him that lingered after Ryan left. His smell reminded him of cologne and petrichor, and Brendon loved it; he put on a hoodie that came from the hamper and then curled up on the couch. Brendon didn't know how he would cope with Ryan being gone for so long. At least Ryan had his family and his sick mother as a distraction, he had nothing but boring video games that he had completed ages ago.

Brendon decided he was going to try cooking his own dinner for once instead of ordering pizza, like Ryan thought he would. He pulled open the microwave door, put the water-drowned noodles inside, and closed it hesitantly. He went off to his room while he waited for what seemed like hours before it finished cooking. Three minutes seemed much longer than it actually was when you're waiting for something.

When the microwave signaled that it was done, Brendon groaned and trudged to the kitchen to retrieve his dinner. On the way back to his room, he stumbled over a shoe on the stairs, spilling piping hot noodles all over himself. He yelped and cursed, stripping his shirt and continuing up the stairs, and didn't bother trying to clean up.