If You Swear To Listen [Ryden] (cap 1)
Chapter 2 : If You Swear To Listen [Ryden] (cap 2)
I kinda like more this chapter, first one was pretty silly (lame xDD)... so the story goes on ;]
I was pretty decided to know the reason of that odd behaviour in Ryan, so like an hour before going to the “something” on Pete’s house, I went to Ryan’s room, I knocked the door, but he didn’t answered, so I tried again.
“Spencer I told you before that I do NOT want to see your fucking face, ok?” Ryan yelled from behind the door.
“Ryan It’s me, Brendon” I told him, maybe that will change his mood and he could open the door.
“Oh” I heard him, and a second later he opened the door “sorry I thought you were-“
“Spencer” he nodded. I walked in, the place was a mess, it seemed like a hurricane were there “damn Ryan what happened here the war world III or something?”
“Something” he answered “so… what’s up?”
“uhm… okay, I wanted to ask you, why are you so mad with Spencer?” His face turned pale, and he started walking deeper into the room, saying things I couldn’t listen.
“I can’t tell you now, is not the moment nor the place” hi finally spoke
“But I don’t want you guys to fight, and less because of me” he looked at me again, he seemed confused by my words
“Who told you, you were the reason of our little argument?”
“I know” come on Ryan do you really think I’m that stupid?
“Don’t be silly” He laughed messing up with my hair, finally getting closer and I could see that there was a red frame around his pretty eyes
“You’ve been crying” I said more to my self but he listened, automatically he moved apart “Ry? I’m sorry I know is not of my business, but, I’m really concerned about you, you’ve been acting different this days and I… and I should stop talking now” I felt how my face turned to deep bright red, If I could do something to make you happy, I would do anything
“I don’t feel talkative right now, would you mind to leave me alone?” He wasn’t looking at me
“uhm… ok then, see you later” I walked on his direction, stopping just behind him, and Hugging him over his arms “everything, no matter what is gonna be alright, I’ll be here forever” then I got out of the room
-[Flashback Ryan’s POV]-
“What the fuck do you want Spencer?” I was really mad at him and he had the nerve to come here and try to talk to me
“look Ryan I don’t know why are you so angry with me, I didn’t do anything to you, so would be quite nice if you explain me what the hell is your problem”
“my problem Spencer, is that you screwed it up” ok Ryan you should calm a bit, he didn’t know what you were doing and you’re acting like a ten year old girl who cannot have her Ice cream, of course Bden is tastier than Ice cream, what am I thinking anyway?
“Ryan do you still here?” Spencer said pulling me out of my thoughts
“Eh? yes I’m here”
“Ok then, would you mind to tell me what did I screwed up?” the wrath ran through my veins again, just to think about it… argg
“I was going to tell Brendon” of course Spencer knew what I was talking about
“Oh crap, but how could I know you were doing that”
“Spence, I told you yesterday”
“You did?”
“Yes, I said to you: Spencer I’m telling Brendon about my feelings tomorrow. And you said: nice…”
“Oh sorry I think I forgot, but that still not explaining why are you so mad” I sighed
“… It was the perfect moment…” I didn’t said anything else, I wanted to be alone
“So…”
“Nothing else”
“amm, ok I’m going” thanks god you get it. ”but, if you wan,t you can tell him tonight”
“no thanks, I’m not telling him”
“but I thought…”
“yeah, but, I think it’s better if I remain silent”
“ah come on Ryan, you can’t lose courage now”
“oh yes I can, just look at me”
“what ever man” he walked out of the room, leaving me alone
“It’s just that I cannot have that Ice cream”. I looked around me, everything was a mess. There were even glass pieces all over the floor; I think I have an Anger management problem. But I don’t care to be that little ten year old girl.
I Embraced myself lying on the full of glass floor and my eyes started watering
-[End of flashback]-
I opened my Eyes because of the constant knocking on the door “Spencer I told you before that I do NOT want to see your fucking face, ok?” I yelled, how he can be so insistent? but then a voice that I wasn’t expecting answered to me
“Ryan It’s me, Brendon” My tasty Ice cream was here
“oh” I stood up and I opened the door, Smiling to my insides when I saw his perfect image behind the wooden frame
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