I'm Not Complaining That It's Raining (sequel to Aventures)

8- A Dark Room in The Wallflower Garden At The Party

[A.N. Stall Me reference in the tittle.

"Oops".]

"Goddamn it, Ryan!" He whisper-yelled, pulling me to the garden.

"What? What did I do? I'm doing my fucking best here, Bren!"

"Your best? You barely even said anything all night, you wouldn't look at me, or even accept any drink at all! When I told you not to make people suspicious, I didn't mean 'ignore me and make me look like an idiot'! Jesus, Ryan!"

"Well, I'm sorry! We should've talked things out before showing up here, this was an horrible idea! Why did you even take me here anyway?! You knew I was pissed, you knew I didn't want to talk to you, you knew I wanted us to just stay home and fix this, so why?! This was fucking stupid."

"Stupid?! Look, Ryan. You were being childish, I thought bringing you here would make us forget about yesterday, it would make you realize this was no big deal! Apparently, I was wrong! this was so fucking stupid of you, so childish and ridiculous! It's just a fucking song, Ryan! A song! Get over it, for Lord's sake!"

"'Just a song'?! Just a song, Brendon?! So everything I've written, they were 'just songs'?! Northern Downpour, Nearly Witches, Lie To The Truth [A.N.: song by The Young Veins], those were all 'just songs' to you?! They aren't 'just songs', Brendon! They're all pieces of myself, parts of my heart and my soul, parts of me that need to be shared, they are my only way to make my voice heard, Brendon! Fighting is too personal, it won't be on the album, period."

Brendon sighed and rubbed his forehead with his hands. I knew what he was thinking. He thought this was childish and ridiculous. He thought I was being immature and stubborn. I wish he understood though. I wish he felt how I felt about this song.

"Look, Ryan. We can't talk about this right now. Not here. Look, I'll... I'll sleep here, just take my car and go back home. I'll... We'll talk things out eventually. For now, you need to chill the fuck out because you're getting really fucking childish."

I sighed and nodded, before turning around and walking away from my husband, without a word.

"And, Ryan."

I stopped walking, but didn't turn around. I didn't want to face him, I didn't want him to see my eyes, which were getting red and puffy from holding back tears.

His voice was shaky and weak, I knew he was about to cry. "I really thought you wanted us to be a family."

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[A.N.: so.... Just a dialogue. I'm sorry, the next parts are getting a little less into the dang fights and endless dialogues. Hope you liked this anyway!

Okay so... I'mm currently working on five (yeah) other fictions, that I'll be posting later this year, a few probably during summertime. I'm really pumped about these fics, some of them are turning out really freaking awesome.

So, thank you for reading! And,omg, 1k reads!!!!! Love ya guys xxxxx]