Roomates| Ryden

Favorite record

Brendon had dragged Ryan to his room as soon as they got to their apartament. The boy didn't complain, though. He enjoyed spending time with his friend.

Ryan sat down on Brendon's bed while the boy was searching around for his laptop. He took a moment to look around the unfamilliar room. It was a lot like his own with white painted walls and wood floor, but the dark haired boys personality still shone through.

The wall against which the bed was pushes was littered with a few posters, both of bands and musicals. Ryan recognized some, while others were a complete mystery. On his desk was a stack of books that looked like it could topple over at any given moment surrounded by even more scattered books and papers. Frankly, Ryan wouldn't be surprised if he had all his books there.

Brendon turned around his desk chair with a defeated sigh, making the sleeves of the pants resting on it flail around. He was about to sit down when he stopped.

"How did this get here?!"the boy said irritated, brushing off a T-shirt to reveal the laptop.

Ryan chuckled as the other boy walked over to the bed and sat next to him. The two made themselves comfortable and Brendon started the laptop.

"Don't look!"he whined, shielding the laptop and inputing his password.

His roommate rolled his eyes and shook his head at the boy's silly nature.

It took a while for the device to start up, but as soon as it was running Brendon accessed the notorious website and expertly navigated his way around. Nostalgia suckerpunched Ryan in the gut as he patiently waited for his roommate to find what he was looking for.

"Okay, wait here."Brendon said grinning and scurried out of bed.

"What'd you forget this time?"Ryan asked amused.

Brendon started looking trough the desk drawer,"I am looking foorrrr...this!"he held up a pair of earbuds and made his way back to the bed.

"Why, want us to go deaf?"the other boy rolled his eyes.

"Wow, you must be really inconfortable with that stick up your ass."Brendon retaliated, reclaiming his previous spot with a slight bounce.

"Meanie."Ryan elbowed the boy besides him, snatching an earbud and putting it in.

"But Ryan, I thought you didn't want to go deaf."Brendon mocked, earning another eye roll.

He plugged the headphones into the laptop and paused.

"Okay, so they've only uploaded three songs 'cuz Joe would've murdered Pete if he'd also put the demos up."Brendon chuckled,"They have Staurday, Homesick at Space Camp and Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over."

Ryan nodded,"Alright, let's see."

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"That was Patrick."Ryan said perplexed.

"And Pete, Joe and Andy, but yeah."Brendon nodded in confirmation.

"Literal-ball-of-sunshine-and-fluff Patrick Stump?"he asked equally as shocked.

Brendon hummed in agreement,"Yeah, singing Pete's emo ass poetry."he chukled.

"Damn..."Ryan breathed out still shellshocked.

"Ryan, don't speak like that, Sky daddy's listening!"Brendon said in a high pitched voice, doubling over with laughter.

Taking the oportunity, his roommate lightly slapped the back of his neck, making the dark haired shot back up in his previous position.

"Hey! What did I do!?"he whined with a pout.

"You were being an asshole."Ryan shrugged.

"Okay, okay, I get it, but can you stop it with the domestic abuse."Brendon smirked.

"Ha ha."Ryan said sarcastic."Don't you have a rehersal you have to get to?"he asked stretching out his limbs.

"Nope."the boy responded, popping the 'p' and getting out of bed."I'm going to the kitchen, want anything?"

"Just water."he shrugged, getting a nod in response,"Wait, can you bring me a book from the living room too?"

"Can't you get one yourself?"Brendon asked amused.

"I've got standards, Brendon. And those standards tell me not to get out of bed right now, 'cuz I'm too confortable."Ryan said matter-of-factly.

Brendon laughed, shaking his head, and exited the room, leaving Ryan alone. He really hoped that he'd bring him a book because he was getting kind of bored and snooping around the other boy's laptop would be shitty. He'd never stoop that low.

While waiting for his roommate to return he decided to have a staring competition with the lonely Frank Sinatra poster on the other side of the room. Frank won, but only because he was a poster.

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A/N: A shorther-than-usual chapter brought to you by third of a chapter I wrote last week before getting writer's block. Yay! :')