Fuck Buddies (Ryden)

Chapter Thirteen

"You're going to be gone the whole weekend?" Brendon whined into the phone. It was after school on Friday, and Brendon and Ryan were speaking on the phone each in their own houses. Ryan basically just dropped the bomb he wasn't going to be home all weekend, and that sucked because Brendon really wanted to hang out with him for the third weekend in a row.

Ryan had to visit his grandparents an hour away, and he had to be there the whole weekend. Brendon, as expected, was distraught.

"Tell me you're lying, Ry, please." He stretched out the word please and gave puppy eyes that Ryan couldn't even see, but could probably feel through the phone.

Ryan sighed. "I know, Bren, it sucks. But that's why I wanted to hang out with you tonight. Let me take you to the movies?"

Needless to say, that's when Brendon just about died.

"I'd love to," Brendon answered, "I got my allowance this week, so I know I have enough."

"That's nice, but you're not paying."

Brendon almost blushed through the phone. "Come on, Ry, you paid for me the last time, I'd feel really bad if you-"

"It's okay, darling. I like paying for you, alright? So please, indulge me." Ryan insisted. Brendon finally complied, "Alright, Ry. See you around seven?"

Ryan nodded his head before realizing Brendon couldn't see him, "Yes, you will." They said their goodbyes before hanging up.

Truth was, Ryan didn't have all that much spending money. He did have a job at Hot Topic, but that was only $9 an hour and he only normally worked for two to three hours after school on weekdays because he need time to complete school work and, well, have sex with Brendon, too.

But Ryan wanted to treat him, and Brendon was going to have to live with this one of Ryan's little quirks.

Because God knows Brendon loves every little thing about Ryan.

Ryan came at 7:00 to pick up Brendon as promised, and they were sitting in the car, driving to the closest movie theatre.

"You know, someday I'll be able to get a car and be forced to drive you around everywhere," Brendon spoke. Brendon didn't even have his permit yet, much less his probationary license.

Truth was, he flunked out of driving classes which is probably the lamest thing ever, but he just never really bothered going because he wanted to hangout with Ryan instead. He thought he could study up on his own and then ace the written test, but turns out actually showing up for class affected his grading. Goddamn corrupt schooling.

So here Brendon was, seventeen years old and in driving school again with a bunch of goddamn sophomores. But he had to do it if he wanted to drive.

"But what if I like driving you around?" Ryan asked, eyes still on the road. Brendon huffed. "Like how you like paying for me all the time?" Ryan only nodded his head in response, confusing Brendon even further.

"You like doing things most people hate, you know."

"I like doing you and most people don't hate you," Ryan quipped, eliciting a groan of annoyance from Brendon. That only made Ryan laugh. "Haha, very funny, Ry. But really, why do you like doing these things for me? I don't understand it." Brendon insisted on knowing.

"I just like taking care of you, alright Brendon?" Ryan answered, effectively shutting Brendon up. Brendon nodded his head maybe way too quickly, causing Ryan to chuckle softly as he parked at the theatre.

They walked into the theatre and immediately bought tickets to the newest romantic comedy Brendon just "had" to see. Ryan didn't mind though, as long as Brendon's smile never left his pretty face.