We Don't Fight Fair
03
"Ryan Ross, did you just ask me out on a date?" Brendon laughed mockingly as I chewed a nail lightly.
"Maybe. Does that mean no?"
"You're too cute to say no to," he replied, ruffling my hair slightly. I couldn't help but smile as I pushed his hand away and my face towards his.
--
"So, Ryan," Spencer said casually, sitting beside me on the couch in the lobby, "I hear you have a date coming up."
"Shut up," I sighed, clicking around on the laptop sitting on my lap. He laughed and reached for the remote.
"What's the special occasion?"
"No special occasion..."
"Okay," We melted into a comfortable quiet, Spencer flicking through the channels on the television as I continued browsing the web.
--
"Show time in 20!" Zack yelled into the doorway of our bus, interrupting the movie the four of us - Jon, Spencer, Brendon and I - were watching.
"Okay!" Brendon shouted back enthusiastically, jumping up and bustling about.
"What's your hurry?" Jon asked him, titling his head back.
"Nothing. Let's go let's go let's go!"
--
"WHORE!" The crowd shouted, completing Brendon's sentence.
"Yeah," he replied with a seductive tone, before continuing singing. Sexy.
--
"So, Ryan, where are we going?" Brendon asked, intertwining his fingers in mine.
"You'll see," I smiled.
--
"When the hell did you get money for places like this?" Brendon whispered in my ear as we waited to be seated.
"Oh, I sold my body to Pete." I replied jokingly.
"Again?"
"Shut up!"
--
"Did you see the look he was giving us?"
"No, Brendon."
"It's that 'oh, fags' look."
"Well, you do look pretty gay..."
"Hey!"
--
"So, do you kiss on the first date?"
"Do you fuck on the first date?"
"Do you realize there are two other people in the room trying to sleep?"
"...No?"
"Maybe. Does that mean no?"
"You're too cute to say no to," he replied, ruffling my hair slightly. I couldn't help but smile as I pushed his hand away and my face towards his.
--
"So, Ryan," Spencer said casually, sitting beside me on the couch in the lobby, "I hear you have a date coming up."
"Shut up," I sighed, clicking around on the laptop sitting on my lap. He laughed and reached for the remote.
"What's the special occasion?"
"No special occasion..."
"Okay," We melted into a comfortable quiet, Spencer flicking through the channels on the television as I continued browsing the web.
--
"Show time in 20!" Zack yelled into the doorway of our bus, interrupting the movie the four of us - Jon, Spencer, Brendon and I - were watching.
"Okay!" Brendon shouted back enthusiastically, jumping up and bustling about.
"What's your hurry?" Jon asked him, titling his head back.
"Nothing. Let's go let's go let's go!"
--
"WHORE!" The crowd shouted, completing Brendon's sentence.
"Yeah," he replied with a seductive tone, before continuing singing. Sexy.
--
"So, Ryan, where are we going?" Brendon asked, intertwining his fingers in mine.
"You'll see," I smiled.
--
"When the hell did you get money for places like this?" Brendon whispered in my ear as we waited to be seated.
"Oh, I sold my body to Pete." I replied jokingly.
"Again?"
"Shut up!"
--
"Did you see the look he was giving us?"
"No, Brendon."
"It's that 'oh, fags' look."
"Well, you do look pretty gay..."
"Hey!"
--
"So, do you kiss on the first date?"
"Do you fuck on the first date?"
"Do you realize there are two other people in the room trying to sleep?"
"...No?"
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hayyyy.