peach ↳ ryden

twelve

"so you're not some 40 year old bald man." brendon laughed when ryan answered his call.

"i could be and this could all be just a disguise." ryan responded, a small chuckle in his voice.

"well than it's a very attractive disguise." brendon replied. "oh my god are you blushing? wait, no really. this quality is shit." 

"i will hang up on you." ryan threatened. 

"alright, alright, i'll stop." brendon said.

"since you insisted on me singing to you, what do you want to hear?" 

brendon made a "hmm" sound, before saying, "allstar by smash mouth." 

"seriously?" 

"yellow by coldplay?" 

"that's better." ryan agreed. "should i grab my guitar?"

"can you?" 

"you're a piece of work, brendon." 

"and you're a piece of art, ryan." 

ryan was across the room, grabbing his guitar from the stand, "i'm not sure if you heard that, but i heavily sighed." 

"love you." brendon smiled.

"yea, love you too, whatever." ryan replied.

he looked up the chords on his computer, and gave brendon a warning, "this is the first time i've ever played this so i might mess it." 

"it's fine." brendon said, as ryan started strumming.