Status: Updating as often as Ryan makes weird tweets :D
Cemetery boy
Perfection
“This doesn’t mean you’re forgiven you know” I mutter to him between kisses
He laughs against my cheek for a moment but doesn’t answer.
It’s so warm here, his so warm. I close my eyes for a few moments. Perfection, as everyone should know, doesn’t last forever. Because at that precise moment my mobile decided to start up Anarchy in the UK..Which as you can tell from the title is very romantic. We both let out a sigh; people only bother to call me when people die, so it was probably important
“I guess I should get that”
He wrapped his arms around me tighter “No you shouldn’t, you should stay here with me”
I shook my head reluctantly and pulled away to reach for my mobile
Brendon pouted like a three year old when I picked up my phone, I smiled when I saw who it was—so maybe it wasn’t someone that had died?
“Joooooooooon” I say when picking up my phone in a high pitch girly voice, Brendon as I’m speaking moves his face incredibly close either to be annoying, listen in, or an attempted kiss—probably all three
“Ryan?” Jon replies with a smile in his voice “So you finally got that operation to go with your feminine ass?”
Brendon lets out a hyena-like laugh as he listens in
“Not funny Jon” I say quickly
“Who’s laughing?” he counters
I pause for a second too long
“Is it the sexy Brenny Bear that you told us about?”
Brendon stops laughing to stare at me “Brenny Bear?” he mouths in disgust before adding “...sexy?” with a dorky smile
I smile “Yes, that would be him—anyway what are you calling about?”
“Well we thought that it would be fab if you two lover boys would like to come to a midnight screening of “The nightmare before Christmas”
“Dude I have seen that movie way too many times, we’re not watching it” I say firmly
“It’s either that or the Black Swan?” I pulled a face, Jon knows me too well
“Nightmare it is then, be at your place in 5 okay?”
“Sure,”
I flick my phone shut with a smile
“Brenny, let me introduce you to the lesbian couple of the centaury—we’re going to Jon’s”
****
We leave the house and begin walking up street
“Brendon” I muttered, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear my small voice
“Yeah?”
Was I allowed to be annoyed at him for answering me? I let out a sigh
“Um...look, about this deal you made...has he asked you to do anything yet?”
Brendon shakes his head “Hasn’t asked for a thing, guess his just waiting to do something really nasty....he can think for a very, very long time”
“Doesn’t that bother you though? He could ask you to kill thousands of people and it would all be because of...” I broke off, my voice breaking, as my gaze suddenly turned to our held hands.
“Ryan it was my choice and it would be worth it...anything would be worth it”
There was a nagging in the back of my mind as I remembered what Pete said, that
something was going to happen, something big. However I didn’t say a thing; let us have just this one night of pretending everything was normal.
We ran across the road, the traffic here was a bitch and over the other side was the blessed house of Jon. A figure was asleep on the lounge that had for years been randomly placed in the middle of Jon’s garden
“Brendon...I would like you to meet Spencer” I said while gesturing towards the bearded sleeping figure
Brendon laughs nervously “Should we wake him?”, (Spencer let out a strange snort/snore)
I think for a moment before I spot something in the corner of the garden. Brendon looks confused when I pick up the hose and place it over Spencers head
“Bren would you be able to turn the tape on please?” I say with a devilish smile
Brendon mirrors my grin and fights not to laugh as he creeps over to the tape.
I’ve never noticed how innocent Spencer seems to be...how he just has one of those faces where you expect him to know nothing about the birds and bees. He’d be the sort of guy that would pick his girl up for the prom on her doorstep
These thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Brendon turning the tape on and:
“WHAT THE!! FUCK!! HELL....Ryan?”
Spencer, who was now soaked to the bone, his hair plastered to his head looked a little bit furious.
“HOW DARE YOU WAKE ME UP LIKE THAT YOU EVIL BITCH!!”
I tried to put a very serious face on, but it didn’t work, and I had to clutch my ribs from laughing. He sort of reminded me of a wet puppy...if puppies had beards? It was at this point that Jon walked out into the balcony in a floral apron to see what the commotion was about. He took one look at my grinning face and a very angry soaking wet Spencer and said
“I guess you woke up then”
“You could say that”, at this point both suddenly turned their attention to Brendon, who had just spoken
“His really pretty” Spencer said with a bright slightly disturbing smile, Brendon smiled back and...okay, I admit it, had a tad bit of jealousy going on but it was interrupted with Jon:
“I made cookies!” he announced “They’re in erotic beard shapes! I made them especially for you Spencer!”
Spencer turned around and stared at Jon with wide eyes “You did this...for me?”, his voice quiet
Jon nodded “And I want to get married, and have lots of boy sex and have lots of little bearded Spencers and Jon’s running around the garden”
At this point everyone burst out laughing, except for Brendon, who smiled nervously for a moment—unsure whether or not too laugh
“Com’on” Jon said and gestured to the three of us to come inside
“Sexy apron” I commented as I passed him
Jon just continued to smile before saying
“You do realise...I don’t know how to say this but—can you please explain to us why there is a picture of you two on face book dressed up as transvestites?
He laughs against my cheek for a moment but doesn’t answer.
It’s so warm here, his so warm. I close my eyes for a few moments. Perfection, as everyone should know, doesn’t last forever. Because at that precise moment my mobile decided to start up Anarchy in the UK..Which as you can tell from the title is very romantic. We both let out a sigh; people only bother to call me when people die, so it was probably important
“I guess I should get that”
He wrapped his arms around me tighter “No you shouldn’t, you should stay here with me”
I shook my head reluctantly and pulled away to reach for my mobile
Brendon pouted like a three year old when I picked up my phone, I smiled when I saw who it was—so maybe it wasn’t someone that had died?
“Joooooooooon” I say when picking up my phone in a high pitch girly voice, Brendon as I’m speaking moves his face incredibly close either to be annoying, listen in, or an attempted kiss—probably all three
“Ryan?” Jon replies with a smile in his voice “So you finally got that operation to go with your feminine ass?”
Brendon lets out a hyena-like laugh as he listens in
“Not funny Jon” I say quickly
“Who’s laughing?” he counters
I pause for a second too long
“Is it the sexy Brenny Bear that you told us about?”
Brendon stops laughing to stare at me “Brenny Bear?” he mouths in disgust before adding “...sexy?” with a dorky smile
I smile “Yes, that would be him—anyway what are you calling about?”
“Well we thought that it would be fab if you two lover boys would like to come to a midnight screening of “The nightmare before Christmas”
“Dude I have seen that movie way too many times, we’re not watching it” I say firmly
“It’s either that or the Black Swan?” I pulled a face, Jon knows me too well
“Nightmare it is then, be at your place in 5 okay?”
“Sure,”
I flick my phone shut with a smile
“Brenny, let me introduce you to the lesbian couple of the centaury—we’re going to Jon’s”
****
We leave the house and begin walking up street
“Brendon” I muttered, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear my small voice
“Yeah?”
Was I allowed to be annoyed at him for answering me? I let out a sigh
“Um...look, about this deal you made...has he asked you to do anything yet?”
Brendon shakes his head “Hasn’t asked for a thing, guess his just waiting to do something really nasty....he can think for a very, very long time”
“Doesn’t that bother you though? He could ask you to kill thousands of people and it would all be because of...” I broke off, my voice breaking, as my gaze suddenly turned to our held hands.
“Ryan it was my choice and it would be worth it...anything would be worth it”
There was a nagging in the back of my mind as I remembered what Pete said, that
something was going to happen, something big. However I didn’t say a thing; let us have just this one night of pretending everything was normal.
We ran across the road, the traffic here was a bitch and over the other side was the blessed house of Jon. A figure was asleep on the lounge that had for years been randomly placed in the middle of Jon’s garden
“Brendon...I would like you to meet Spencer” I said while gesturing towards the bearded sleeping figure
Brendon laughs nervously “Should we wake him?”, (Spencer let out a strange snort/snore)
I think for a moment before I spot something in the corner of the garden. Brendon looks confused when I pick up the hose and place it over Spencers head
“Bren would you be able to turn the tape on please?” I say with a devilish smile
Brendon mirrors my grin and fights not to laugh as he creeps over to the tape.
I’ve never noticed how innocent Spencer seems to be...how he just has one of those faces where you expect him to know nothing about the birds and bees. He’d be the sort of guy that would pick his girl up for the prom on her doorstep
These thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Brendon turning the tape on and:
“WHAT THE!! FUCK!! HELL....Ryan?”
Spencer, who was now soaked to the bone, his hair plastered to his head looked a little bit furious.
“HOW DARE YOU WAKE ME UP LIKE THAT YOU EVIL BITCH!!”
I tried to put a very serious face on, but it didn’t work, and I had to clutch my ribs from laughing. He sort of reminded me of a wet puppy...if puppies had beards? It was at this point that Jon walked out into the balcony in a floral apron to see what the commotion was about. He took one look at my grinning face and a very angry soaking wet Spencer and said
“I guess you woke up then”
“You could say that”, at this point both suddenly turned their attention to Brendon, who had just spoken
“His really pretty” Spencer said with a bright slightly disturbing smile, Brendon smiled back and...okay, I admit it, had a tad bit of jealousy going on but it was interrupted with Jon:
“I made cookies!” he announced “They’re in erotic beard shapes! I made them especially for you Spencer!”
Spencer turned around and stared at Jon with wide eyes “You did this...for me?”, his voice quiet
Jon nodded “And I want to get married, and have lots of boy sex and have lots of little bearded Spencers and Jon’s running around the garden”
At this point everyone burst out laughing, except for Brendon, who smiled nervously for a moment—unsure whether or not too laugh
“Com’on” Jon said and gestured to the three of us to come inside
“Sexy apron” I commented as I passed him
Jon just continued to smile before saying
“You do realise...I don’t know how to say this but—can you please explain to us why there is a picture of you two on face book dressed up as transvestites?
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This is possibly the gayest chapter that I think that I have ever written, and sorry it’s so shitty, but it’s leading up to something somewhat important....actually there’s not much left of the story now that I think about it but remember to comment...or do something cool and dramatic!