Ryden Hell: The Sequel

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Ryan is in a considerably better mood now that Brendon has, well, been Brendon. The boys are cuddling on Ryan's couch, and it truly did seem like nothing had changed in the past two years at all.

That is, until Brendon decides to open his mouth. "Hey, Ry, I know you probably don't want to talk about this, but-"

Ryan cuts him off with a groan. "Then why bring it up?"

"Because you need to start thinking about it? Look, I know its soon, but its better if this happens sooner, Ry."

"How so?"

"Just trust me on this, darling. I'll help you through this, Ryan. I promise."

Ryan sighs, removing himself from Brendon's arms. He pulls out his phone, googling the number for the funeral home he remembers going to for his mother just a few years prior and calling them. In just a few, short, depressing words, a meeting was set up, in which Ryan would have to do what he never imagined doing in his entire life.

***

Ryan only asked a few people to come to the funeral. Just close family, and friends he knows well enough to consider family. Any more than that would be too many for Ryan's liking. He doesn't need all of the wet, sloppy kisses from aunts he hasn't seen since he was two, and isn't even entirely sure if they're related in any way.

Ryan's grandmother delivers the eulogy. Ryan feels that if he were to do it, he'd burst into tears for hours again. So, like any sane person, he pinned the painful responsibility on the feeble heart of his grandmother.

The eulogy she delivers is short, sweet, and to the point. Ryan is thankful for that, he's not sure he can handle a brief history of his father's life at the moment.

Ryan does his best to keep himself together throughout the entirety of the ceremony, for whatever reason. Although, its pretty obvious that he's holding every single emotion back. Despite being scolded for it by Brendon millions of times in just a few minutes, Ryan still refuses to stop being edgy and show some damn emotion.

After the burial, Ryan and Brendon are, understandably, the last to leave.

"Hey Bren?" Ryan says, those being some of the first words he's said all day, as he gets into the car. "Could we, like, maybe go to your house? I don't think I can stand being in mine right now."

"Of course, darling," Brendon says in a somewhat sympathetic tone.

They're silent on the drive there, the only sound filling the air being the sound of the car inevitable driving through a pot hole or two every other minute. At Brendon's house, they're immediately greeted by the all to cheery Grace Urie the second Brendon unlocks the door.

"Oh my goodness, Ryan. I have not seen you in what seems like centuries," she says, pulling him into a hug. "Please, come in, sit down, get comfy. Can I get you a drink? Maybe a snack?"

Ryan chuckles. "I'm fine, Grace. Thank you."

"Oh, are you sure? Cause we have pizza rolls, or I could order something-"

"Mom," Brendon interrupts. "Can you maybe not go full on over protective mother mode?"

"I'm sorry, dear. Its just been so long since I've seen Ryan. But I'll leave you two alone now," she says, retreating to her bedroom.

"Why does my mom love you more than she loves me?" Brendon asks, sitting next to Ryan. "This is mutiny."

"Its cause I'm her dream child. The one she wish she had, but never did. Instead, she was stuck with you."

"Wow, fuck you, Ross."

"You love me."

"Sadly," he says, cuddling up to Ryan.

"Bitch," Ryan says, playfully slapping Brendon.

"Kinky."

"Fuck off."

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What's this?
A somewhat long chapter?
In my books?
Unheard of
No but this is like 700 words what

Its cause I didn't procrastinate for once in my entire life
Like I finished the last chapter at like noon on Sunday and decided to start writing this one then so I didn't hate myself entirely last night for putting it off
I mean I still hated myself last night, just for other reasons

So throughout my years (months) of high school, I've come to realize that there are two types of teachers
And they are literally polar fucking opposites
So you got the teachers that I absolutely love
The ones that grade everything a period or two, maybe a day, after you've turned it in
And I love that cause I stress over grades so much and always manage to convince myself that I did absolutely awful on an assignment
So seeing the grade quickly helps

But then there's the teachers that take literal months to grade one test
And that bothers me so fucking much, and most of my teachers are like this
Look, I get that you have a lot of classes
But that doesn't mean you can put off doing your fucking job under the excuse of "there's only one of me, and a ton of tests to grade"
Like fam stop acting like you have every single student in the grade
Cause you don't
You have free periods that you could use grading, but instead use them dicking around on your laptop
Just grade
My fucking
Test