Weak.

“I don’t wanna go on a rusty piece of shit.”

“It’s only rusty because you never use it.” Brendon rolls his eyes. “And your mom paid for it. Might as well use it.”

Ryan glares at his friend. “Since you like it so much, why don’t you go on it? Oh – and on the way, why don’t you pretend like you’re about, I don’t know, forty pounds and stay in bed all day. And don’t forget to try and sound like a damn miserable bastard.”


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My Entry for Fletcher's 500 Word Fics.
Theme: Disease, Spinal muscle atrophy.
Ryden friendship.
Obviously 500 words long.
  1. weak.
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