Le Cheval Recontre L'ours [27] Title: Le Cheval Recontre L'ours Author:the_demiurges Rating: PG-13 Pairing: Ryden [Ryan/Brendon] POV: Third, switches. Summary: When quiet, shy, misfortunate Ryan visits his favorite shop late one night, he expects his spirits to be lifted at least a little. Little does he know, this is the day that will change his life forever.
“Don’t get the nasty cherry kind!” Beta: The amazing lord_323monkey, who deserves the world and more! I love you! Disclaimer: If you recognize it, its probably not mine. Banner by the very kind ohdarlingx! THANK YOU! Author Notes: BREN SAVES TEHH DEY. [more inside]
Brendon fiddled, irritated, with the hem of his shirt as he sat on his usual stool at work. It wasn't that there had been rowdy or rude customers, nor had he had a bad day. What was eating away at Brendon, was that his new friend Ryan hadn't shown up in four days. Ryan came to Strawberries every day, and he always stopped by after he got back from work at Pizza Hut, especially now that they shared the job of caring for Hobo. Deciding that he had taken enough of this nonsense, he decided to troop down to Pizza Hut to see if Jon knew anything. He quickly flicked the sign in the front window to "closed", and set off down Seattle Boulevard.
When he finally ducked into Pizza Hut, he spotted Jon sitting at one of the tables. He looked up, probably worried that a customer had come in, but relaxed and waved when he saw it was Brendon. Brendon waved back. Ever since Ryan had introduced the two, Brendon had been regularly visiting Jon. They hit it off right away; it was no wonder Jon didn’t seem startled by Brendon’s sudden appearance.
"You seen Ryan?" he quipped. Jon frowned.
"He's been sick a while." Brendon's eyebrows shot up, disappearing behind his bangs.
"Sick?" Jon rolled his eyes.
"Sick, yes Brendon. Made him go home on Monday. Now, about this band--" The tinkling of the bell on the door cut Jon's sentence short, and he shook his head as he watched Brendon dash down the street.
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Brendon's mind was reeling as he paced the aisles of a nearby 7-Eleven. He was nervous Ryan would be upset about him visiting. It was a bit forward, especially with all the other snooping Brendon had been doing. He shook his head. Ryan was sick, and he was missing work. That probably was pissing him off royally; Ryan hated missing work. Not to mention he seemed to only eat when he was working—shit.
That was it. Brendon was going, he was going to help Ryan get better, and that was that. What else are friends for? He quickly rushed over to the soup aisle, picked up a few cans of chicken noodle, then dashed to the register. There was no time to lose--Super Brendon was going to save the day!
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Brendon took a deep breath, then gently rapped on the door to Ryan's apartment. He heard a cough, and then;
"Whaddya want?" Brendon grinned, then took on a very bizarre tone of voice.
"Ryan, it's mee! I want yer ghey beebeez!" There was a long pause. A very long pause.
"What?!" Brendon laughed.
"It's Brendon." He could almost see Ryan rolling his eyes at him, even though the door was closed.
"You know how to get in." Brendon rattled the old doorknob a few times, then opened the door. Who needs keys when you have shitty locks?
He walked into Ryan’s tiny apartment, and in five long strides he had passed through the archway into Ryan’s bedroom. He lay huddled under several blankets, face flushed with fever. Brendon smiled, and held up a can of chicken noodle.
“I brought soup.” Ryan looked torn between tackling Brendon and just chugging the can, and telling him he shouldn’t have done that. However, Brendon doubted he was even in the condition to do any real pouncing. He turned around and started to head out of the bedroom, so he could cook the soup. Ryan croaked quietly behind him,
“You didn’t have to come.” Brendon looked over his shoulder.
“But I wanted to,” he grinned. “Besides, you’re starving, aren’t you? You’re not gonna get better if you don’t eat!” Ryan rolled his eyes.
“You sound like Spencer’s mom.” Brendon chose to ignore that, and instead asked,
“Where d’you keep the pots?”
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Ryan was merrily eating his soup while talking to Brendon, who had pulled up a chair and was sitting next to his bed. He carefully balanced the soup on his lap, and was just about to eat another spoonful, when he was again gripped by a fit of coughing. Soup went everywhere; mostly down Ryan’s front. He looked incredibly peeved, and Brendon broke out laughing. Ryan shot him a nasty look. Brendon wiped an invisible tear away from his eye.
“Ryan,” he announced, “I think you need cough syrup.” Ryan attempted to mop some of the soup off of his shirt.
“Yeah,” he retorted, “bummer I don’t have any.” Brendon got up, and patted Ryan atop the head like a silly child.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head. I’ll go get you some cough syrup.” Ryan looked at him with a mixture of annoyance, bemusement, and thanks.
“You don’t have to.”
“But I’m going to anyways, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” He started to head out the door. Quickly, Ryan called after him,
“Don’t get the nasty cherry kind!”
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A/N: Brenny's takin care o Ryry! AW.
This as well as the next few chapters were written around the same time as the first few chapters, perhaps even before, i don't remember, so thats why the writing style's a bit different.
Thanks to everyone SO SO SO SO SO much for the nicest comments on the last chapter ;o;
Trivia Tidbit: I is eatin' pistacchios right now. o3o *nothing interesting to say*
Edit: Teaser to have you all on your toes for Saturday's update. ;D It was hard to pick something, so. XD I hope ur all happeh! *joking*
“Hey, sorry man,” Brendon said nervously. “Wasn’t really paying attention there.” Something told him ‘sorry’ just wasn’t going to cut it. He gulped.
“Yeah?” the man said gruffly, “Maybe you should pay more ‘tention.” He cracked his knuckles.