Infinite, sometimes

17

Ryan pushed the bedroom door shut and locked it, reluctantly aware of what precautions he needed to take. "I don't know about you, but I didn't expect that."
"Oh me either, it was nice though. It's nice to see you like that."
"Like what?"
Spencer took his usual place beside the bed on the beanbag chair that he pulled up against Ryan's nightstand. "Happy, I guess. Able to talk to him and everything."
"Yeah I'm just surprised that he was okay and shit. You know I usually have like five minutes with him when he gets home, if I'm lucky."
"Well he didn't get anything to drink until we were all done eating. Really, that was nice."
"But it's not like we had a six course meal or anything." Ryan chuckled and opened his computer and waited for the screen to flicker back from standby mode. It was warm against his thighs and he leaned against the wall, his legs stretched out in front of him and his feet were glad to be out of his shoes. "It was a bucket of fried chicken that we all cleared out in about ten seconds flat."
"Dude it was like, fifteen minutes, at least!"
"Yeah, so? Doesn't matter anyway. Just glad I got to catch up with him a little though. I actually talked to him for a few minutes last night."
"That's awesome."
"We started watching T.V. but then he ended up talking about my mom or whatever and it was downhill from there." Ryan was busy clicking the delete icon on his inbox after deciding that he in fact did not want to enlarge his penis at this time. As a box popped up on his screen, it became painfully obvious that he had forgot to turn down the sound on his computer after the previous night's music.

                                                thrd i brend: hey!

Spencer just about fell over, almost sending his geometry book halfway across the room. "My God Ryan why in the hell is that so damn loud?"
Mute button. "Shit, I'm sorry. It was turned up last night."

                                                winter we fell: hi you. what's up?

"You're fine, but my hearing is probably permanently compromised. Who's talking to you?"

                                                thrd i brend: blah. not much, just bored. how are you?

"Who do you think?"
"Well, Ellen isn't home, so it's Brendon."

                                                winter we fell: pretty good. spencer's here, just taking up space. lol.                     
                                    the greasy chicken i had for dinner will probably make me sick, but    
                                    i'll live.

"Spencer gets a cookie."
"And Ryan gets punched in the face!" Spencer lifted his fist and, in slow motion, pushed Ryan's head to the side.
"Hey, I bruise easily. At least make it my stomach or something, don't wanna be ugly, ya know."

                                                thrd i brend: lol aw im sorry. i had like 2 cans of green beans for dinner.

"Oh, he can't see you through the computer, and you'll look fine by morning." Spencer laughed and gave Ryan an exaggerated nod and lifted the side of his textbook as a makeshift shield to protect himself from Ryan's response.

                                                winter we fell: green beans?

"You dick!" Ryan was unable to hide his wide grin that completely ruined any feigned anger that he tried to convey.
"You know it's true, Kid."

                                                thrd i brend: yeah! with tons of salt. hello there, heart attack at age 25. but i dont
                                                really care, its too tasty.

Ryan narrowed his eyes and glared at Spencer, slowly lifting his hand and extending his middle finger, barely able to keep from laughing. "Leave. Me. Alone."
"Oh yeah. I should leave you alone. Privacy or whatever, hmm?"