Kik Me When I'm Down (DISCONTINUED)

Irl 9

Finally, after four (?) months of procrastination, it's finally here! Sorry for making everyone wait this long.

Warning: One sentence from the M*lk fic is in this chapter. It also contains thoughts of self harm.
If you want to skip over the self harming thoughts, read past the ■.
Please read with caution.

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Ryan was kneeling in the bathtub. No, there wasn't any supplies lined up on the sink counter, or any swirling spoons in a bowl full of milk. This time was different. This time, Ryan was crying.

Ryan wasn't one to cry. He usually would write all of his emotions of a piece of paper or notebook, like the angsty teenager he is. Again, this time was different. This was about Brendon, and what Brendon had done to him.

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"This movie is going to be amazing. And I get to spend it with my amazing boyfriend. "

Brendon was ecstatic. I mean, when is he not? But this wasn't normal Beebo activity. This was like a Brendon overload, where he was almost to the point of bouncing around the walls.

Ryan smiled, kissing him on his forehead. "You're so cute." Ryan said.

The two were in Brendon's house, because his parents weren't home. Ryan was changing into more comfortable clothing for the movie they were going to see. Brendon, on the other hand, was trying to find a good shirt that he hadn't worn already. Most of his clothes were in a pile on the floor next to his bed. Ryan tried convincing him to clean up, but it didn't work out that way. It ending up becoming a fight, which was resolved by sex.

"Alright, I'm ready. Hurry up and put a shirt on, or else I'm taking your pants off." Ryan said, leaving the room.

Ryan left the room, going down stairs to wait for Brendon, who was still having a hard time trying to pick out a shirt. Minutes later, Brendon came rushing down, and jumped on top of Ryan, who was sitting down on the sofa. They made out for a couple of minutes before Brendon pulled away.

"We have to get to the theater now. It starts at 4:30." Brendon panted lightly.

Brendon got off of Ryan, and slipped his shoes on. Ryan checked his time. It was 3:50. Getting up, Ryan walked to the door, with Brendon trailing behind him. "We're driving my car, right?"

Brendon replied, "I was thinking that we could drive the van this time?" Brendon pointed to an old purple van that looked like it was meant for kidnapping children.

Ryan smiled awkwardly, "Brendon, we talked about this."

"Yeah, but like, even though it might smell like Cheetos and old feet, and the air conditioning might not work, and the last time we drove it, the van broke down, that doesn't mean we should just give up on it. " Brendon rambled.

Ryan watched as Brendon skipped his way to the purple monstrosity. "Brendon, come on. You seriously want to drive this? The rear view mirror is broken, and the roof of the van is, well... it looks like the van has no roof."

Brendon got in the passenger's seat and yelled at Ryan to drive, because Brendon didn't know where the theater was.

Though the ride there was treacherous due to the lack of air and the scent of feet clogging up their noses to the brink of suffocation, the way Brendon danced to whatever was playing on the radio was the cutest thing Ryan saw. He almost lost his attention from the road. Almost. He had swerved away from the oncoming car. Brendon was scared shitless in the passenger's seat, and immediately stopped dancing to the radio music.

"Ryan, pay attention to the road!" He yelled at his boyfriend.

"Jesus, Brendon. Stop distracting me from the road." Ryan retorted.