The Other Girl [A Ryden Fic] (Discontinued)

Truth or Dare

Detroit. That's where we are right now. We have a show tonight. Nothing out of the blue. It's practically routine now. We huddle up, we give each other encouragements and then, one by one walk onto stage. Same old thing. What's not the same is Brendon's constant talk of Sarah. How he wants to marry her and how he wants to run all the way to Chicago to cuddle with her. It's been around 7 months since he last saw her.
One word, one syllable: Ew. If I had to write a song about her, it'll be a list of synonyms to the word 'disgusting'. She's not a terrible person. It's just all of Brendon's talk of her makes me feel like I want to shoot myself in the forehead. Spencer and Jon seems fond of her though. I don't like her mostly because she's everything I wasn't. I'm not pretty, I'm not talented like her and most of all, I'm not enough for Brendon. It's frustrating, really.

We had two shows at the same venue here in Detroit. Considering that most of our fans hail from this place. I didn't mind performing here again because (A) This place has one of the best bars ever and (B) I'm sick of jet lag. Right now, the band members are currently hanging out in Jon's bedroom (It a custom to do so after shows)
We'd probably do the same after tomorrow's show.

I was sitting down on his chair, Spencer was on the floor, drumming it with the complementary pens that always come with the hotel rooms, Jon sat opposite of me and Brendon was lying down on Jon's bed. How he was lying down resembled the 'Draw me like one of you French girls' meme. We were playing a nice game of truth or dare. Actually, no, at this point, we're playing dare or dare since Jon ends up pressuring the person who picked truth to change their choice to 'dare'. I don't mind. It makes the game even more interesting.

"Brendon, truth or dare?" Spencer would ask. Brendon scoffed. He wasn't going to pick the so-called 'un-manly' truth. Truths usually do more damage than dares so I highly disagree with Brendon's view point. Needless to say, he chose dare. Spencer is the only one who knows about my feelings toward Brendon. The possibilities of what he could dare him to do is scary. He would ponder. Then, he would look up with a smirk on his face. He thought of something sly.

" I dare you to give George Ryan Ross The Third a French kiss" he referred to me by my full name because usually, we would dodge this type of dare by naming a pillow 'Jon' or 'Spencer' or 'Ryan' or 'Brendon'. It's pretty smart if I do say so myself. My eyes would widen. Brendon's eyes would so too. Our eyes would meet and then, our gaze would break. We've kissed so many times before but they were not serious French kisses. I gave him a peck on the cheek so many times. I think I lost count. He does the same for me. He pecked my lips once but that's the line. We swore not to do stupid things like that again. I plan on breaking the vow.

Brendon gave out a defeated chuckle.
" Yeah, I'm trying to save myself for Sarah. You know, first kisses and stuff" he said. It's stupid. This is so stupid. He took my first kiss and I did the same for him. The small peck on our lips that he gave me was still a kiss. It's stupid how he doesn't count that as a kiss. At that very moment, I could feel my blood boil. I was mad. Was I nothing to Brendon but just someone who he can play with? A mere doll that you toss away when you find a new person who's good enough?

" You must be kidding" I simply say. I probably looked ticked off cause' Brendon could immediately tell something was off.

" Ryan?" Jon would call out. He was confused. He spoke on behalf of Brendon. I had to continue. I was too angry.

" After all those kisses we shared together, Brendon. How dare you say that?! Am I nothing? You've had your first kiss and it was with me!" I yelled, standing up immediately. When I stood up, I could feel all the blood rush into my brain, trying to ease it but it was too late. I blew up.

" I thought those were just for fun-" he wanted to explain but I had enough. I interrupted him.

" For fun? For fun?!" each time I repeated those words, my tone got angrier and angrier.
" Bren, they were real to me." I eased up. Tears flooded my eyes. I had to leave immediately. There was no way I'm going to let them see me like this.

" Don't come for me" I said before leaving Jon's room. I didn't look back but I did see the others stand up and try to stop me. I heard them calling out to me.
" Ry!" Brendon would say. I didn't stop for him. He clearly doesn't love me. What could I do? I left and I didn't want to come back. I felt my world crumbling down. It was the end of all things for me. It weighed me down. I'm in love but I want to get out.

I left to the one place I always go to whenever I'm troubled. I went to the nearest park. The trees had always been so calming. They were there to listen to me ramble about my problems. After that stunt, should I go back? Should I confront Brendon now that he knows? I feel like I should but my brain decides against it.

I know what I'm going to do. The most logical thing to do now is to leave. I know it sounds crazy but my head's clouded. I see no other way. I'll pack up and fly away. Away from all of this. After all, tomorrow's the last show. It wouldn't be so bad if I disappeared for a while.