Daydreamer
Chapter Four
Brendon
I came home a bit later than expected, Pete invited me to go smoke with him and I couldn't regret his offer. I pulled into my drive way glancing at the clock, almost six. I sighed and grabbed my school bag and headed inside. I walked into the kitchen noticing my mom was dressed nicely, her make-up and hair done to perfection. "Uh Mom?" I questioned setting my bag down.
"Let's go honey we have to be at the Ross' home soon, they invited up for dinner." she said slipping on her shoes.
"Who's?" I asked confused.
"Ross, George Ross." she said and I could see a blush coating her cheeks. I glared at my mom who looked like she was going on a date with a crush from high school.
"Then lets go." I said heading to the door feeling a bit upset. I walked along the sidewalk to Ryan's house my mother right behind me. We arrived at the house and my mom knocked on the door. Seconds later Ryan opened up, he was dressed in a hoodie and dark jeans his head hung low. "Hey Ryan." I greeted kindly.
He looked up to me a blush falling on his cheeks. I smiled and watched as he shuffled to the side to let my mom and I in. My mom hurried inside finding the kitchen where Ryan's dad was probably at. I however stayed behind with Ryan smiling at his nervousness. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" I joked loving how embarrassed and nervous Ryan gets.
He nodded his head and leads me into the kitchen where our parents are hanging out drinking wine. We both sat on some stools near the island and watched as our parents talked and laughed and something that probably wasn't even funny. "Ryan why don't you take your friend somewhere else." his dad said taking a sip of his wine as he made some food, my mom hanging over him.
I rolled my eyes and followed Ryan up the stairs. I walked down the hall my eyes falling on family portraits and pictures. I couldn't help but notice how sad Ryan looked in those pictures, even his childhood pictures. Ryan suddenly stopped outside a door, he fumbled with it for a bit before pushing it open and allowing me into the dark room.
I took a few steps in but not many, it was really dark in there and I couldn't see anything. I heard Ryan stumbling around as he opened a curtain. Once there was more light in the room I began to walk around checking everything out, wanting to get to know Ryan better. I glanced to Ryan noticing he was sitting on his bed, nervously picking at his jeans.
"Nice room." I mumble. It's not really a nice room, it's messy and his clothes are thrown around the floor. His bed is unmade and you can barely sit on his desk chair with all the clothes and things littering it.
Ryan doesn't reply, he just watches me with slightly wide alarmed eyes. I continued walking around his room, my fingers tracing over some notebooks on his desk, the books in his bookshelf. "You don't talk much." I say walking to Ryan and sitting next to him. Our knees brush together and he practically jumps away from me as if the touch burned him. "You know you can talk to me." I tell him.
He nodded softly like he heard me but didn't process what I said. I sighed loudly, almost rudely and stand back up walking to his desk. I take notice of all the notebooks he has, most of them look written in. I look through them, all of them are dated by month and year and I can see he's written one almost every 6 months since he could write. They're probably his journals, written with all his secrets.
Suddenly I'm tempted to read through them, through each notebook just to understand what kind of guy Ryan Ross is. Just to understand what he's gone through to make him so different in such a beautiful way. "D-don't touch those." Ryan whispered his hands falling on mine as I'm about to open one of his notebooks dated April 2007. I frowned and pulled away walking to his bed and sitting down.
"You talked." I smirked laying on his bed and bringing my feet up. I rested my hands behind my head and looked over to him, still smirking.
Ryan blushed and it's probably the most adorable thing ever.
"Boys come down!" Mr. Ross called from downstairs. Ryan jumped and then blushed again before walking toward his door, stopping and looking back to me as if telling me to follow him. I stand up follow Ryan down the stairs to the dinning room where our parents are already waiting.
We both sat down at the table, next to each other across from our parents. Dinner was awkward for the most part, Ryan was silent through most of it and I could feel the fear radiating off him. Our parents were talking most of the time, and I couldn't help but notice how my mother, not once, mentioned my dad and sister. I could feel my anger bubbling up, she was acting like she was a single parent. Like she had no husband staying in L.A to take care of their daughter.
"So Brendon are you enjoying Nevada?" Mr. Ross asked looking to me with cold hard eyes.
"Yeah just miss my sister and dad is all." I said shrugging.
"The divorce must be hard for you." Mr. Ross said. I dropped my fork and glared at my mother, that was the last straw.
I stood up and hurried to the front door slamming it behind me as I made my way home. Tears were welling up in my eyes and my hands were shaking from anger. She told him they divorced? What the fuck is wrong with her, why would she lie?
"Brendon?"
"What Ryan." I hissed fumbling to open my front door, but my hand were shaking and I couldn't even unlock the door. I sighed and ran my hands through my hair as Ryan took the keys from me, unlocking the door for me. "Thanks." I mumbled as I stepped into the house. I turned on the lights and turned to Ryan, "Would you like to stay?" I asked feeling my anger die down just by being near Ryan.
He nodded softly and followed me into the house, closing the door behind him. I lead him up to my bedroom. My room was the complete opposite from Ryan's bedroom. Everything was clean and in order, the bed made and no clothes on the floor. There were still a few boxes stacked up in the corner of my room but aside from that it looked like I had OCD. "Are you ok?" Ryan asked as he sat on my bed next to me.
"I'm fucking pissed off." I mumbled falling onto my bed and curling with my knees up to my chest and holding a pillow. Ryan still sat at the edge of the bed next to me, his hands running up and down my arm soothingly. "She's not divorced just so you know."
"I noticed." he said softly his hand traveling to my hair as he played with my brown locks.
"My dad he's in L.A with my sister, we moved up here first and then he'll be here in a few months with my sister." I told him enjoying the feeling of his fingers in my hair.
"Why later?"
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"Not yet?" Ryan asked looking down at me and cocking his head to the side. He looked so adorable.
"But soon." I tell him smiling softly letting my eyes close. I feel asleep with Ryan playing with my hair as he hummed softly and for the fist night in years I didn't feel so alone.
I came home a bit later than expected, Pete invited me to go smoke with him and I couldn't regret his offer. I pulled into my drive way glancing at the clock, almost six. I sighed and grabbed my school bag and headed inside. I walked into the kitchen noticing my mom was dressed nicely, her make-up and hair done to perfection. "Uh Mom?" I questioned setting my bag down.
"Let's go honey we have to be at the Ross' home soon, they invited up for dinner." she said slipping on her shoes.
"Who's?" I asked confused.
"Ross, George Ross." she said and I could see a blush coating her cheeks. I glared at my mom who looked like she was going on a date with a crush from high school.
"Then lets go." I said heading to the door feeling a bit upset. I walked along the sidewalk to Ryan's house my mother right behind me. We arrived at the house and my mom knocked on the door. Seconds later Ryan opened up, he was dressed in a hoodie and dark jeans his head hung low. "Hey Ryan." I greeted kindly.
He looked up to me a blush falling on his cheeks. I smiled and watched as he shuffled to the side to let my mom and I in. My mom hurried inside finding the kitchen where Ryan's dad was probably at. I however stayed behind with Ryan smiling at his nervousness. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" I joked loving how embarrassed and nervous Ryan gets.
He nodded his head and leads me into the kitchen where our parents are hanging out drinking wine. We both sat on some stools near the island and watched as our parents talked and laughed and something that probably wasn't even funny. "Ryan why don't you take your friend somewhere else." his dad said taking a sip of his wine as he made some food, my mom hanging over him.
I rolled my eyes and followed Ryan up the stairs. I walked down the hall my eyes falling on family portraits and pictures. I couldn't help but notice how sad Ryan looked in those pictures, even his childhood pictures. Ryan suddenly stopped outside a door, he fumbled with it for a bit before pushing it open and allowing me into the dark room.
I took a few steps in but not many, it was really dark in there and I couldn't see anything. I heard Ryan stumbling around as he opened a curtain. Once there was more light in the room I began to walk around checking everything out, wanting to get to know Ryan better. I glanced to Ryan noticing he was sitting on his bed, nervously picking at his jeans.
"Nice room." I mumble. It's not really a nice room, it's messy and his clothes are thrown around the floor. His bed is unmade and you can barely sit on his desk chair with all the clothes and things littering it.
Ryan doesn't reply, he just watches me with slightly wide alarmed eyes. I continued walking around his room, my fingers tracing over some notebooks on his desk, the books in his bookshelf. "You don't talk much." I say walking to Ryan and sitting next to him. Our knees brush together and he practically jumps away from me as if the touch burned him. "You know you can talk to me." I tell him.
He nodded softly like he heard me but didn't process what I said. I sighed loudly, almost rudely and stand back up walking to his desk. I take notice of all the notebooks he has, most of them look written in. I look through them, all of them are dated by month and year and I can see he's written one almost every 6 months since he could write. They're probably his journals, written with all his secrets.
Suddenly I'm tempted to read through them, through each notebook just to understand what kind of guy Ryan Ross is. Just to understand what he's gone through to make him so different in such a beautiful way. "D-don't touch those." Ryan whispered his hands falling on mine as I'm about to open one of his notebooks dated April 2007. I frowned and pulled away walking to his bed and sitting down.
"You talked." I smirked laying on his bed and bringing my feet up. I rested my hands behind my head and looked over to him, still smirking.
Ryan blushed and it's probably the most adorable thing ever.
"Boys come down!" Mr. Ross called from downstairs. Ryan jumped and then blushed again before walking toward his door, stopping and looking back to me as if telling me to follow him. I stand up follow Ryan down the stairs to the dinning room where our parents are already waiting.
We both sat down at the table, next to each other across from our parents. Dinner was awkward for the most part, Ryan was silent through most of it and I could feel the fear radiating off him. Our parents were talking most of the time, and I couldn't help but notice how my mother, not once, mentioned my dad and sister. I could feel my anger bubbling up, she was acting like she was a single parent. Like she had no husband staying in L.A to take care of their daughter.
"So Brendon are you enjoying Nevada?" Mr. Ross asked looking to me with cold hard eyes.
"Yeah just miss my sister and dad is all." I said shrugging.
"The divorce must be hard for you." Mr. Ross said. I dropped my fork and glared at my mother, that was the last straw.
I stood up and hurried to the front door slamming it behind me as I made my way home. Tears were welling up in my eyes and my hands were shaking from anger. She told him they divorced? What the fuck is wrong with her, why would she lie?
"Brendon?"
"What Ryan." I hissed fumbling to open my front door, but my hand were shaking and I couldn't even unlock the door. I sighed and ran my hands through my hair as Ryan took the keys from me, unlocking the door for me. "Thanks." I mumbled as I stepped into the house. I turned on the lights and turned to Ryan, "Would you like to stay?" I asked feeling my anger die down just by being near Ryan.
He nodded softly and followed me into the house, closing the door behind him. I lead him up to my bedroom. My room was the complete opposite from Ryan's bedroom. Everything was clean and in order, the bed made and no clothes on the floor. There were still a few boxes stacked up in the corner of my room but aside from that it looked like I had OCD. "Are you ok?" Ryan asked as he sat on my bed next to me.
"I'm fucking pissed off." I mumbled falling onto my bed and curling with my knees up to my chest and holding a pillow. Ryan still sat at the edge of the bed next to me, his hands running up and down my arm soothingly. "She's not divorced just so you know."
"I noticed." he said softly his hand traveling to my hair as he played with my brown locks.
"My dad he's in L.A with my sister, we moved up here first and then he'll be here in a few months with my sister." I told him enjoying the feeling of his fingers in my hair.
"Why later?"
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"Not yet?" Ryan asked looking down at me and cocking his head to the side. He looked so adorable.
"But soon." I tell him smiling softly letting my eyes close. I feel asleep with Ryan playing with my hair as he hummed softly and for the fist night in years I didn't feel so alone.