B!: heyyyyy
Ryebread: hey ?
Ryebread: whomst
B!: wow already forgot huh
B!: here maybe this will help
Bren!: ?
Ryebread: oh my god
Sequel to the shit storm that is Ryden Kik
But this one actually has some semblance of a plot, a true miracle
"Shit, Bren," Ryan says, his voice shaking slightly. "Bren we gotta go."
"What's wrong, Ry?" He asks, getting off the couch for the first time in hours and heading towards the door. "What's going on?"
"I'll tell you later, let's go."
The ride there is mostly silent, the only noise being Ryan's nonstop tapping on the door. Well, that and the sound of Brendon trying, and failing, to avoid the countless number of pot holes on the streets of Vegas.
As soon as Brendon pulls into a parking space, Ryan is opening the car door and walking as fast as his legs will let him.
"Ryan, will you slow the fuck down?" Brendon asks, running to catch up with the boy that somehow got so far ahead of him in such a short amount of time.
Ryan stops walking for just a moment, allowing Brendon to be by his side again. "Sorry, Bren," he says. "I'm just nervous. I need to know what's going on."
"I know, darling. But you need to calm down, worrying won't make anything better."
"Darling?" Ryan questions, ignoring the rest of what the younger said.
"Sorry, habit." Ryan chuckles. "But really, you need to calm down, your entire body is shaking."
"Oh, that's just from sleep deprivation."
"Yeah, I'm sure it is."
The boys finally arrive at the floor Ryan's father is on, and Ryan takes a deep breath before stepping off the elevator. He finds a nurse that he recognizes, knowing that she'll have at least some information, and asks about him.
"Well," she begins. "He's still being treated, so we don't know much yet. I can tell you, however, that some of our best doctors and surgeons and whatnot are working on him, so he's in good hands. If you want, go ahead and take a seat in the waiting room, I'll be sure to come tell you as soon as I know anything."
Ryan thanks her and goes to the waiting room. Brendon takes a seat in one of the incredibly uncomfortable chairs, while Ryan just paces the room. For a while, Brendon just watches the older. Then he decides that Ryan really needs to sit down and just breathe.
"Ry," he says, Ryan finally stops pacing and looks at him, raising an eyebrow. "Sit." Ryan does as told. He's reluctant, but still does it. Noticing that Ryan is still fidgeting, Brendon offers him his hand to hold. Ryan smiles at the younger, talking his hand.
"Do you want coffee?" Brendon asks after a few minutes of silence. "You don't have bags under your eyes, you have fucking luggage carts."
"Nah, hospital coffee is actually the most disgusting thing in the world."
"Not hospital coffee, dumbass. That's honestly not even coffee, its just bean water."
"All coffee is bean water."
"Yeah, whatever. Do you want Starbucks or some shit or not? I'll go get it if you do."
"No, I don't want you to leave."
After hearing this, Brendon lets go of the older boys hand, and instead puts his arm around him, pulling him close to him. Ryan rests his head on Brendons shoulder, not realizing just how much he missed the younger until this very moment.
==== Bit of a longer chapter for y'all cause I was on a roll and didnt want to stop Only like 200 words more than usual but still Makes a difference Kind of
Idk I feel like I shouldn't start making all the chapters thst aren't text based longer but like At the same time I know I probably won't get them written in time so like Idk
I really need to learn to stop listening to music while I write cause honestly the amount of sentences I had to rewrite because I accidently typed a lyric instead of what I actually wanted to is insane That and because it distracts me so much Like the slowest song ever could come on but if its boppin you can bet your ass I'm gonna drop what I'm doing and fucking dance and sing along to that shit
No but seriously Always came on The End Of All Things came on Sorry came on And fucking Northern Downpour And I still fucking acted like I was on Americas got talent or some shit singing along
I really hate that its Friday already Like I don't want to go back to school Only a little over a month (not counting weekends) til summer tho I already have it marked in my planner
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I probably should count weekends tho caude the amount of homework I get over them basically makes them school days
So uuuuhhh Y'all should all go follow this tumblr Proof-ryan-ross-is-alive Cause like They're great I love them I have no idea who they are But I love them
