30 day fluff challenge | Ryden

Sleeping in💫

This is a continuation of the one shot "Hospital Visits". I recommend you to give it a read before reading this one to keep it going.

TW// Self consciousness

*Brendon's POV* (2.6k+ words)

A few hours later Ryan was discharged from the hospital. He already was fine, the doctors just made a big deal out of nothing and just kept us waiting, agh.

My mom let me stay in his house for the weekend. I used the 'you didn't tell me' card and big brown puppy eyes at her —she didn't tell me because she didn't know but who cares? And well, nobody can say no to puppy eyes, right?

Also we were going to spend time together today anyways, one or two more days won't hurt.

Right now I'm waiting for Ry, he's changing into normal clothes, that stupid —hahaha— hospital gown was ridiculous.

I'd always wondered why the frick those things have the opening in the back and why they don't close properly?! Everyone is able to see your butt!

Oh god, I don't want to get in one of those ever.
No, imagine walking around the hospital for some random reason and the gown just flies open and hey! Everyone saw your butt.
No no no no, just the thought makes me shiver.

Why is Ryan taking so looong in the bathroom?

"Ryaaaaaaan!" I knock on the door a bunch of unnecessary times.

"What's uuuuuuuuuup?"

"Why are you taking so long in there, c'mon I want to go now. Hurryyyyy." I sigh dramatically and lean on the door crossing my arms on my chest.

And just then, the fucker opens the door. I lose my balance and fall backwards into him.

He's taller than me, but he's skinnier. So the  son of a beach —we don't cuss, yet— lets me fall on the ground.

"Fuck!" Lemme clarify, we do cuss sometimes.

"Oh shit, sorry Bren." He extends his hand at me and I gladly take it and with his help I stand up on my feet.

"Why did you do that?!" I chuckle rubbing my ass. "Ouch!"

"Why you were even leaning on the door in the first place? This is your fault not mine." He says mockingly with a big smirk on his face. It's not my fault it's his!

I glare playfully angry at him with my eyelids lowered, just like a kid, and after a few seconds he apologizes.

"Fineeee, sorry ok? You ain't, hurt right?" Since when he cares about me? Seriously just a few hours ago he said he probably —just probably— would worry if I were in his place on the hospital.

"Nope," I say popping the p. "But I could have been."

"Nah. See, nothing happened, now let's go my mom is waiting."

We both leave the room and his mom is already standing in the doorway waiting for us.
"Sweeties, there you are, c'mon let's go."

The walk through the hospital towards the parking lot is awkwardly quiet. Ryan doesn't talk to me unless I initiate the conversation. What's wrong with him?

Is it because of what I said earlier?

I don't think so. But it could be.

I was just playing around but he took it seriously?

Does he love me, like not in a I love my best friend but as in a I love him?

Oh my lord.