Roomates| Ryden

21 questions

Ryan laid in bed, feeling like death and questioning what had he done in order for the Universe to punish him like this. Maybe Brendon's flair for the dramatic had infected him too, maybe it was the ungodly ammount of cough medicine he took this morning not to cough his lungs out; nevertheless, he felt awful and lamenting about his condition was really his only source of entertainment.

There was a knock on the door, but Ryan dismissed it. It couldn't have been Patrick. The boy had profusley apologized to him the day before that he had to leave him on his own that day. It couldn't have been Brendon, either, because Ryan had been a complete asshole to him. So, Ryan came to the logical conclusion that he was dellirious.

However, the door creaking open and Brendon entering the room proved his flawless logic not-so-flawless.  Ryan looked at him with an eyebrow raised, eyeing the thermos his roommate was holding suspicious; confused both as to the nature of the its contents as well as to why Brendon was there. Wasn't he supposed to hate him for being such a dick? Or something...

"I brought you chiken soup."Brendon explained with a sigh in response to Ryan's suspicious glaring as he set the thermos on the nightstand beside the bed.

"I didn't ask for soup."Ryan answered like a bratty twelve year old.

Talking felt like shoving cotton balls down his throat, but still nothing he couldn't handle, all-in-all he'd been worse. As for being an asshole, he had decided it was for the better that the two didn't talk. Afterall, him and Brendon have pretty different  personalities and so far they don't seem to mix all that well.

"Well, too bad. You gotta eat something."Brendon told him and took a seat at Ryan's desk, not even bothering to turn the chair to face the right direction.

"Don't you have anything better to do than be my guard dog?"Ryan sighed when he saw Brendon making himself confortable in the shitty office chair.

"Nope."he grinned popping out the last syllable,"Unfortunately for you I don't have anything in scheudle for today untill rehersal and that's at six."the dark haired boy added with a grin.

"Lucky me."Ryan said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, come on, Ryan! Don't be such a party-pooper."Brendon said pulling a face at him like he was a toddler.

"Well, stop being so annoying."Ryan huffed.

"You're an asshole."Brendon informed.

"I'm not an asshole, I just dislike you."he argued.

"You don't even know me!"Brendon said throwing his hands in the air in frustration.

"Do I have to?"Ryan responded with another brow raise.

"Yes!"Brendon groaned at his rommate's behaviour,"21 questions. You and me. Let's settle this."he said.

"Where do you think we are? In the slumber party scene of an early 2000s teenage movie?"Ryan rethored seemingly offended by Brendon's proposal.

He really had nothing against the game itself, even if he had never played it. It was just that the concept of the game itself interfered with the boy's plan of not getting involved in any interpersonal relationships with his roommate.

"Oh, please. It's not like this game is gonna make you any less 'manly'."Brendon said adding air quotes around the word 'manly' and rolling his eyes.

"I-what? That's not at all why I don't want to play."Ryan said perplexed by the boy's accusation,"As I said earlier, I dislike you. Nothing more, nothing less."he explained.

"And I said you don't know me, so let's make an experiment, shall we?"Brendon said a sly smirk finding its way on his face,"We play 21 questions and if you still hate me after the game ends then I'll leave you alone. Deal?"Brendon said raising an eyebrow expectantly.

"Fine."Ryan agreed reluctantly once he had weighted the pros and the cons.

"Yes!"Brendon clapped excitedly,"I start. Hmm...do you have a crush on anyone?"he said winking as obviously as one can.

"No."Ryan answered,"Why would it matter anyways?"he sighed not understanding why that was the first question his roommate had thought of in the first place.

"Dunno. Wanted to see if I could play matchmaker or somthing. Believe it or not my life is actually quite boring."he explained shrugging,"Anyway, your turn."he reminded.

"Uh, sure...um...why can't you seat properly? Is it really that hard?"Ryan asked, irritated by the way the other boy was sitting.

"Let's put it this way."Brendon said obviously holding back laughter,"I'm rarely ever doing anything straight."he concluded and burst out into a laughing fit.

Ryan didn't get the joke, so he just awkwardly waited for Brendon to stop laughing. He had to admit, though, he was slightly reliefed by the fact that his roommate took it so lightly. If anyone were to make the same observation to Ryan he'd feel bad and imediately correct his posture; not Brendon, though. He kinda liked that about the boy, but he wouldn't ever admit that out loud.

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Ryan wasn't sure when exactly when the two stopped playing the game, but he could only guess it was when he had asked Brendon something about music; even though none of the boys remember what exactly. The only thing that was certain was that they'd gone in a heated debate about which was better; The Beattles or The Rolling stones.

"They're both classics,"Brendon pointed out,"but we can't really go to any of their concerts to know which one was better."he argued.

"Yeah, but you can tell from their records what the vibe must've been at one of their concerts."Ryan argued back rolling his eyes,"I still think the Beattles are better and I rest my case."Ryan concluded with a sigh.

"By that logic if I'd ever have to choose between going to a Beattles concer and a Rolling Stones concert, I'd choose to go to a Fall Out Boy concert."Brendon said spinning bored in Ryan's office chair.

"Who's Fall Out Boy?"Ryan asked confused,"I don't think I ever heard of them."he admited.

"Oh, it's the guy's old band. Sorry, should've mentioned that."Brendon chuckled awkwardly.

"Oh, yeah. Patrick mentioned they had a band, but he never said the name."Ryan said remembering the interaction between him and the fedora wearing boy.

"Their songs are so good...actually I think I stille have some...somewhere-"Brendon said thoughtfully.

Out of nowhere the familiar shriek of an alarm pierced the air. Brendon shot up nearly hitting his lower back on the desk behind him; not like he would've noticed anyway, he was too busy freaking out.

"I gotta go. Bye, Ryan."Brendon called as he exited his roommate's bedroom and dashed down the hallway.

Ryan shook his head at his behaviour, he did however appreciate that Brendon spent time with him. Maybe he wasn't all that bad.