Ryden Hell: The Sequel

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Finally, after the few hours that seemed to take a week, Ryan's flight had landed. Now he was left in the same situation he was a few months ago, sitting in an airport and not having a single clue where the actual fuck Brendon is. Deciding that he's too tired to roam the airport, and knowing that there's no point in texting Brendon because he doesn't check his damn phone, Ryan heads to his home away from home; Starbucks.

He's running through his order in his head millions of times as to not mess it up and have that awkward memory haunting him while he's trying to sleep when he sees that Brendon is already at the Starbucks.

"Bren, what the hell are you doing?" Ryan asks.

"I knew you'd end up here, so I figured I should try to get here before you so I could stop you from drinking coffee at three in the morning," Brendon explains. 

"You couldn't just, I don't know, go to the gate I told you I'd be at?"

"Don't get bitchy with me just because you're tired, Ross. You know that my dumb ass forgot the number and let my phone die."

"You're literally the worst, Urie."

"And yet you still love me. I wonder why that is."

"Honestly, me fucking too."

Resisting the urge to flip off his boyfriend, Brendon gets up from where he was sitting by the Starbucks and grabs Ryan's hand, leading him out of the airport and to his car. 

"I hope you know that you're coming to my house. There's no way in hell that I'm just gonna leave you alone for hours after I haven't seen you in fucking years."

"It's been two months, chill the fuck out."

"Okay, but only if you agree to literally never say chill the fuck out again."

"I'm not gonna make any promises that I can't keep."

"Well fuck you then, I guess."

"Maybe tomorrow."

Brendon sighs heavily and turns on the radio, trying to tune out the sound of Ryan laughing at his "joke" that isn't even funny, but because of his sleep deprived state won't stop any time soon.

The drive doesn't take long with Brendon speeding because there's no police out yet, and they get to his house in around ten minutes. Brendon unlocks the door, only to be met with his mother standing there, looking pissed off. 

"Brendon Urie, you cannot just leave this house in the middle of the night without telling me where you're going," she scolds. "And don't give me that shit that you're an adult and can do what you want. My house, my rules."

"Would it make you any less mad if I told you it was because I had to get this piece of shit from the airport?" He asks, gesturing to Ryan.

She glares at Brendon softly. "You're lucky I like Ryan more than I like you."

Brendon rolls his eyes, taking Ryan up to his room so the boy can finally get some damn sleep after being awake for nearly a full day. Ryan throws himself on the bed as soon as he sees it, like any normal person does in this day and age.

"Could you maybe not take up the entire bed?" Brendon asks.

"Fuck off," Ryan says, his voice muffled by the pillow. Brendon ignores him and shoves him to the side of the bed, getting in next to him and putting an arm around him.

"'Night, Ry. Love you."

"It's kinda morning, but I love you too I guess."

"Oh my god, just shut the fuck up and go to sleep."

"Well fuck I can't argue with that."

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Y'all how do you think my dad would react if I blocked his number 
Cause like he's been really pissing me off lately and I don't want to deal with his shit any more than I have to at home
Like it's gotten to a point where all he has to do is walk into the same room as me and my jaw is clenched, sometimes my fists too, and whenever that fucker speaks I have to stop myself from flipping him off 

But anyways on a lighter note (not really) drumline fucking sucks this year
Before band camp started me and Peter were talking and he was like "I think you me and Morgan really have the potential to at least bring drumline up to most improved section, if not section of the year"
But now that I've seen what these freshmen can do I know that he was fucking wrong
The snares are decent and they'll be fine by the end of band camp, but the people he put on bass this year oh fucking boy am I having trouble with them
One of them doesn't understand the concept of playing on an offbeat and just plays on a downbeat no matter what's written and I'm like dude you can't fucking do that it's really not that hard to play on an offbeat, especially when he told me that he's been playing since fourth grade, which is two years longer than I've been playing, and I went a year without band cause I fucking hated the director
The other one is good with the rhythms, but she doesn't fucking count so she's always off step and that bothers me
Idk I know I'm judging them too soon like today is only the third day but like
I'm really missing Charlie, Jack, and Meghan right now

Also we were introducing ourselves and Maureen, who graduated a few years back and came to help out, thought it would be a great idea to tell everyone a fun fact along with our name and grade, and decided that that fun fact would be what deodorant we wear and that's how we learned that two of the three freshmen we got don't wear any deodorant
Y'all are like 14 and 15 you gotta fucking wear deodorant that's nasty you can't get away with just a shower 

On an actual lighter note, this is a fucking mood