Ryan is dying. Both physically and emotionally. A month since game night, he has been coughing up a lung and being generally gross since then. Brendon is bubbling over with excitement while in the car on the way home. He bought some cupcakes and champagne to celebrate. Tapping the the steering wheel with his hands he gets in the groove of the music coming from the radio. This loser better be feeling better because I have bad ideas and cupcakes. When he gets home Ryan is curled up on the couch in five blankets and enough tea to drown a small horse.
"Who's excited for tonight!" Brendon sings loudly while waltzing into the apartment.
Groaning softly, Ryan pulls the blankets over his head.
Brendon sets the food on the table before falling onto the opposite side of the couch. He's more excited than a small dog with an oversized bone. "I have something important to tell you," the cheesy smile lets Ryan know already.
He sits up more to reply. "Hit me."
Brendon is all fidgety as he leans in. "I may or may not have a small child."
Ryan raises an eyebrow. "Wait what?" He can't process the words that Brendon just spit out. "Who do you know that doesn't have a dick?"
He rolls his eyes at the comment. "First, lots, second, its James."
Ryan shrugs. "Who?" Brendon has done a lot of dumb things but as a health teacher, you would think he knows how to have safe sex.
"Mikey's baby! I have him for the weekend!"
Ryan lets out an oh before looking around the apartment. "Where is the nugget?"
The face of excitement melts away into pure fear. "FUCK."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LEFT A ONE MONTH OLD BABY AT THE GROCERY STORE?!?"
There is a lot of yelling as Brendon and Ryan drive back to the grocery store. Ryan is sick anyway and he is not having it right now. Brendon was so excited about this and he already fucked it up. When the pair finally calm down, Ryan has to ask. "So why did you offer to take James?"
He does one of those 'eh' hand gestures. "Mikey said he had something to do with Tyler this weekend, so I offered."
Ryan turns to him sharply. "Tyler? Like Robert Tyler?"
Brendon's voice gets all quiet. "Okay... maybe."
He sighs loudly, followed by a cough, and falls back into his seat. "Do you know what they are doing?"
Brendon shrugs. "Beats me. Probably each other." Ryan hits his arm quickly. "Okay no. They're doing something for Lindsey and Gerard."
The two stumble into the grocery store at ten o'clock at night. Ryan has a blanket around his shoulders. His eyes are red and sinking into his pale face. Brendon has pink frosting on his hands because he insisted on eating a cupcake before getting on the road. It's a sight for the three old ladies and the one guy that walks around with just a bag of tostitos in his arms and no cart, no salsa, no place to be.
"Okay I'll check by the produce and you check by the medicine isles. Be low key," Brendon instructs before rushing off. He is overturning cabbage heads, moving boxes of cereal, and crawling on the ground by the paper towels. "James," he whispers creepily. "James." He bumps into a leg and looks up to see an angry tattooed man staring back. "Not James," he whispers again.
"Brendon, I swear to the good lord, if you don't tell me what is happening I will punch you and your boyfriend, who is currently asleep in the tampon aisle," the guy responds.
Standing up, he smiles painfully. "I'm so sorry Frank. I just I set him down for one second and suddenly he's gone!"
"Who? Ryan?" Frank uncrosses his arms. "I said he's in the tampon aisle, asleep."
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Since When Did You Become a Romantic?
Fanfictionstarted as a crackfic but got too deticated. they're teachers, gerard is married... to a woman, uh oh.
