A Rydon two-shot.
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Bagel
"Dude. Shit, I'm sorry but I can't go anymore. My parents are going out to dinner to celebrate their anniversary and they're leaving me to babysit my sister. I would take her with me but you know how much of a big-mouth she is and my parents aren't letting me out of the damn house. Amber would surely tell them if I left."
Brendon glared at the tree in front of him, pretending it was his friend.
"What the hell, Jon! I'm already here and I really want my food." He responded. Jon didn't reply for a few moments.
"You can still eat without me, you know." Jon dared to say.
"I don't want to look like a friendless loser." Brendon grumbled as he began walking around the city park, which was completely full.
"That wouldn't be giving people a wrong impression of you."
"Shut up, Walker!" Brendon snapped. Jon sighed.
Brendon had been waiting for Jon to arrive for ten minutes, which to him was an eternity. He didn't eat in the morning and he was starving for a snack, the whole reason he was meeting Jon today. Suddenly, he heard screams in the background.
"Amber's yelling, got to go. Bye, Brendon. And sorry." The annoying beep sounded through Brendon's iPhone and he huffed in irritation, muttering profanes on Jon.
"White mocha. Venti," Brendon said in a monotone. His eyes wandered down to the glass window, "With a bagel." The fake blonde behind the counter batted her plastic long eyelashes at him.
"Anything else?" She asked in a voice Brendon figured was supposed to be seductive. He stopped himself from rolling his eyes, giving her the money.
"Thank you, but no." He responded solemnly. It took everything in him not to tell her to go to a doctor to check her eye if she kept on batting her eyelashes at him like that. She scoffed and retrieved to make his drink.
After she was done she handed him his drink with his bagel in a brown bag. Brendon muttered a quick 'Thank You' and sat in one of the seats. He quickly chugged down his Mocha and threw the container in the trash can, exiting without a glance back, his warm bagel in his hand.
"Fuck this," Brendon muttered as he walked out, "I want my ice-cream."
"Great. Just fucking great." Brendon said loudly, his voice heavy with sarcasm as he entered the city's local ice-cream parlor and he noticed a very long line of people.
Some people turned around and glared at him, others ignored him.
Brendon sighed. He really wanted his ice-cream to eat with his not-so-warm-anymore bagel. But he was to wait in line.
Just like everybody else.
"Hello. Welcome to -. How may I help you?" Brendon was greeted with a tired voice. He glared at the boy behind the counter. He was the last one in line.
"I've been waiting for 20 fucking minutes for an ice-cream I've been craving for since yesterday and you just fucking stand there and ask me how you could help me? I want you to give me my mint chocolate chip cone showered with Oreo please." Brendon practically yelled. The boy pursed his lips and stared at Brendon, very little surprise shown in his eyes.
"On your way." He said with a sigh.
They just stood there for a couple of minutes, Brendon glaring at the boy and they boy simply staring back.
It was 5 minutes later when a girl around their age walked in with Brendon's ice-cream in hand. Brendon swapped it and after paying the boy hastily, stopped to one of the tables and began enjoying his ice-cream. The boy rolled his eyes.
"Asshole." He muttered.
"We cool?" Jon asked, his voice muffled by what Brendon guessed was Amber's stuffed animal, judging by close giggles in the background. Her little tiger had been named 'Jony' by her, and Jon didn't know if he should have felt pleased or offended.
"I guess," Brendon shrugged even though Jon couldn't see him, "How about Friday we go to the fair. It's boring and annoying not having anything to do the whole week before school starts."
"I don't know, Bren," Brendon could imagine Jon scratching the back of his head, "I think my dad's shift is all day on Friday and my mom has to go to her friend's or something." Brendon sighed.
"Alright. Bye, Jon." Brendon said and he didn't wait for a response, just hung up.
Suddenly, Brendon heard whispers and giggles and turned his head to find a table full of jocks and cheerleader-whores of his school. But he didn't know much, considering his was new to the whole state.
"Here he comes." One of the guys whispered, leaning in to the middle of the table so the so-said person, 'he', didn't hear. A fake redhead giggled and clings to his arm like if her life depended on it, her long fake nails nearly digging into his skin, but he didn't seem to mind.
"Trip him." Another guy said. The jock smirked.
Brendon didn't catch to see the face of the loser they were picking on because all of a sudden two hands were being slammed on his table to keep balance. The whole table aside of him laughed.
"Nice one, Ross." The jock snorted.
"How 'bout you learn about coordination and balance before you learn how to walk, idiot." His friend added. The cheerleaders laughed.
'Ross' didn't respond and didn't even glance at them. No attempt to defend himself. He just pressed his lips in a thin line and stared at the floor, his hair covering his face. Brendon sighed.
If Ross couldn't defend himself someone had to do it for him.
Brendon stood up and glared at the group that were still in a burst of laughter. Suddenly one of the guys noticed him and he instantly quieted down. Brendon could intimidate whoever he wanted whenever.
"Are you done?" He asked. The laughter died down.
"Well?" Brendon asked again, his eyebrows raised, "'Cause if you expect to be a bunch of cowards I suggest you look somewhere else." He said through his gritted teeth, and he was only starting. Ross just stared at the floor beside him, his bangs still hiding his true self, as if ashamed of who he was. This made Brendon madder.
"Who the fuck do you think you are to act like that? Assholes, get some fucking dignity and leave before I make sure you make it to the hospital." He practically spit out, his face calm but his voice vibrating with fury. The jock stood up, his size twice of Brendon's, but Brendon stayed as confident.
"Look, I take no shit from anyone and I certainly won't take any from you so why don't you just shut up and le-"
"I'll keep that in mind." Brendon interrupted him. The redhead rolled her eyes.
"Ty, just leave him alone. He's just being an asshole and trying to make you angry." She whined, desperately trying to grab his attention. Brendon smirked and winked at her, making sure Tyler caught the move.
"Only for you, darling." He responded.
Tyler seemed to explode and his face turned a deep red, but just as he was about to lunge on Brendon his friends stood up and held him back.
"Let me go," He growled, "I want to teach this motherf-" He was cut off by his girlfriend.
"Tyler." She hissed.
Brendon narrowed his eyes at him and began walking towards him, ready to throw a punch but a hand stopped him. He turned around and his eyes were met with hazel ones. Brendon stood awe-struck, lost in those beautiful eyes and Ross' features. All he could do was nod.
Ross smiled, a gesture barely noticeable, and without another word he grabbed Brendon by the wrist, beginning to haul Brendon out of the store but Brendon pulled his arm back. Ross turned around, his eyes full with confusion. Brendon grinned.
"My food." He responded. He grabbed his cold bagel and his melting ice-cream. Ross rolled his eyes and quickly pulled him out and back to the park.
They walked in silence in the edges of the green park and while Ross wasn't really thinking in anything, Brendon watched him from the corner of his eye.
Brendon couldn't deny it. Ross was perfect.
"Do they always pick on you like that?" Brendon found himself asking. Ross sighed and kept staring at the floor as they kept on walking, his hands buried into his hoddie pockets.
"Since day one." He responded. Brendon nodded slowly.
"And you never do anything about it?" He questioned as calmly as he could. Ross shrugged.
"There's nothing to do." He replied with a sigh. Brendon clenched his jaw.
"There's plenty to do, Ross." He snapped. Ross tensed.
"Don't call me that." He said. Brendon's eyebrows furrowed and fully turned towards him, who was frozen in place. Brendon's anger suddenly forgotten.
"That's not your name?" He asked. Ross grimaced.
"No."
Brendon opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.
"Oh. Is it your nickname?" He finally asked, cocking his head to one side. Ross scratched the back of his neck.
"Not exactly." He replied. Brendon frowned.
"Oh?" Was all he got out. Ross sighed.
"It's my last name, actually. Ryan Ross." He clarified. Brendon smiled and led him to a lonely bench seated under a line of trees. They sat down and Brendon began eating his ice-cream again.
"Ryan?" He asked. Ryan stared at him.
"Yeah?" He asked. Brendon grinned, something that always made woman –and a couple of times, men- stop in their tracks and stare. Ryan seemed unaffected.
"Sorry." Brendon apologized. Ryan shrugged and without asking took a piece out of Brendon's untouched bagel.
"Sorry for calling you an asshole." He responded, feeling as if he had to apologize for something as well. Brendon frowned and watched as Ryan stuffed the piece of bagel into his mouth and slowly start chewing.
"You called me an asshole?" He asked, taking a piece of Oreo in his mouth. Ryan swallowed his food and nodded.
"When you were buying your mint chocolate chip." He responded. Brendon's eyebrows furrowed.
"There was no one behind me." He said. Ryan frowned.
"I was behind the counter." He said. Brendon's eyes widened.
"Huh?!" He hummed, his tone anxious. Ryan rolled his eyes.
"You'd be surprised with what a stupid milkman uniform and a hat could do to make me look like a random idiot." He said with a huff. Brendon laughed nervously and scratched the back of his neck.
"Sorry. I-I was in a bad mood." He said, his eyes trailing to the floor, but Ryan's laugh pulled his eyes back up to meet with Ryan's.
"Yeah, I think I noticed."