Kick Me Like A Stray

Chapter 5: I Would Sing You to Sleep - Ryan's P.O.V.

Written by me.

I woke up to a slight movement in the sheets beside me. Groaning, I twisted my head to the side to see what it was, and why it had decided to wake me up at such a time as this (looking at the clock, it was actually 9 in the morning). I came face to face with a guy.

The guy in question had brown hair moused around his head and dark brown eyes. His expression was the epitome of peaceful, and he snored very lightly . I tried to remember his name. Was it... Jon? No... Spencer? No... Brent? That was closer, I could feel it. Br...andon... Brendon! That was it!

I poked Brendon gently in the shoulder and he let out a snuffly snore. I giggled. He awoke at that, and his eyes widened as he took in the sight of me. It was then that I realized we were both naked. He sat up quickly and scooted slightly away. I have to admit, it hurt a little. But I really couldn't blame him. I mean, who would want to wake up with me?

"Who are you?" Ouch. "Wait... Ryan?"

"Yeah, that's me," I kinda wished he would stop looking at me so horrified. Like, I know I'm ugly, but you don't need to be so rude about it.

"Oh god, I- we-" He looked so lost, and I wanted to comfort him. I reached for him (we were both sitting up by this time) and pulled him into an embrace. He leaned into it for a few seconds. Then he pushed me away.

"I-I- can't be here. I need to go." He grabbed his boxers and his clothes, wincing as he stood up. He pulled on his clothes as quickly as he could, then he rushed out the door. I sat there, stunned. What just happened?

I thought back to the night before, but everything was a haze of alcohol. But as I thought more, the haze started to clear. I remembered meeting Brendon at the bar. I remembered that a short guy with a lot of tattoos came up to us, and Brendon introduced him as his roommate. Then the guy left and I remembered getting more and more drunk, then leaving the bar with Brendon. Going back to his room. Losing the clothes, our lips pressed together in a flurry of passion. Falling back on the bed, him underneath me. The wild, feverish movement, the limbs entangling. The sleep that came soon after we finished.

I dropped my head in my hands. Did he remember what happened, or was he just grossed out by me? Or was he freaked out by the fact that I was a guy? The more I thought about it, the more that made sense. He was probably straight. And now, really confused. That's probably why he rushed out so quickly.

I looked around the room. The bed I was in (Brendon's bed), the clothes strewn on the floor (my clothes), the posters of bands on the wall on the other side of the room (his roomates probably). Then it fully hit me. I just had a one-night stand. Oh my god.

I needed to get out of this room before anyone came back. Not Brendon, not his roommate, not anyone could see me like this. Grabbing my clothes, I got changed as quick as Brendon did, and made it out the door even faster.

***

I knocked on his door. Not hearing an answer, I knocked again. Then footsteps came from inside the dorm. He opened the door.

"Oh hey Ryan!" He smiled at me and I smiled back, his cheery disposition having cleared away some of my bad feelings from earlier.

"Hey, Patrick. Can I come in? I need to talk to you." He nodded.

"Of course." He led the way inside, and I sat on the edge of his bed.

"I meant to drop by before, I just... didn't have the time." He smiled.

"It's okay," Patrick reassured.

"Who's your roommate?" I enquired after seeing the mess on the other side of the room. It was quite a jarring opposite to Patrick's perfectly neat and organized side. Patrick sighed.

"His name's Spencer." Oh so there was a Spencer. Huh, good to know. "He's kind of... how do I put this-"

"Annoying? Mean? A slut?" I knew Patrick didn't like to be rude, so I said the words for him.

"The first two. But he's okay, honest!" Patrick wasn't convincing anyone. "Anyway, what did you want to talk about?"

"Oh yeah. Do you know anyone called Brendon?" I asked. Patrick thought for a moment.

"Well, Spencer has a friend called Brendon. He's got... dark brown hair and eyes. His hair goes down past his ears."

"That's him! Do you, umm," I paused. "Umm, do you know if he's straight?" Patrick looked at me funny.

"I don't really know him, but he has a girlfriend, so probably at least partly." Wait, what?! A girlfriend?!

"W-what's her name?"

"Sarah. Ryan, are you okay? You look like you're going to pass out!" I sure felt like it. A girlfriend? So that was why he left so quickly, and why he looked so horrified. He had just cheated on his girlfriend with me. It was probably the alcohol that made him choose me though. I wasn't the kind of guy you cheated on your significant other with. I wasn't nearly good looking enough. I then realized that Patrick was still waiting for an answer.

"I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" He didn't look convinced.

"Trust me."

***

"Uhm, Ryan?" I had somehow made my way back to my dorm, and sat on my bed staring at the wall for 20 minutes. Gerard was sitting in front of me, having just entered the room. "Ryan?" I snapped out of the imaginary world I was in where Brendon didn't have a girlfriend and had stayed.

"Oh, hey Gerard. What's up?" He looked kind of hesitant to speak.

"So I- um- was talking to Frank, y'know, Brendon's roommate." I flinched involuntarily at the name. "And, uh, we walked in on you two, uhm, doing things last night. I mean," he rushed on, seeing the expression on my face. "I don't remember much of it. I was too wasted. But uhm, I just wanted to know, is there anything going on between you two?"

"No. There's nothing going on. It was just a one night stand." He looked almost... relieved? Wow Gerard, way to be supportive. "And besides, he has a girlfriend." With that, I turned away from Gerard and grabbed a book from my bedside table, ready to make this shitty world, Gerard and his pitying looks, Patrick and his concern, and Brendon and his fucking girlfriend go away.