"what happened to that ryan kid, by the way?" jon asks one day. he has a cigarette in his fingers that he's smoking like his life depends on it.
"dunno." brendon shrugs, "i haven't talked to him in a couple days."
"why not?" he asks, now attempting to blow smoke rings.
"why does it matter to you?" brendon asks, turning to look at the other.
"guess it doesn't. you two were good for each other." jon says.
brendon laughs, "seriously, what are you on? you said you quit."
"i'm serious, brendon. he's a good kid, okay? he's not like us, maybe he could change us."
"seriously, jon. what fucking drugs are you on?" brendon snaps at jon.
"i'm not on anything." jon states, though his eyes state otherwise. "i'm saying you should talk to him. don't be a fucking douche."
jon is clearly not sober. if he was he would be telling brendon to be a "fucking douche." he wouldn't give a shit about ryan. he wouldn't give a shit about anyone but himself and maybe brendon a little.
brendon decides why not take his stupid ass advice and call ryan.
there's no answer, brendon calls again.
the third time ryan doesn't answer, brendon is about to smash his phone, until a miracle happens and ryan calls him back.
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dancing with a wolf ⥤ ryden
Fanfiction"should've known that you've been dancing with a wolf" or in which brendon gets in fights to get paid and ryan is an unlucky guy
