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My sister came up with this idea. Ryan/Brendon. After the split, what…
4th-Oct-2009 09:14 pm
My sister came up with this idea. Ryan/Brendon. After the split, what happens to the infamous jacket?
Doubt they had two of the same jacket, right?
Yeah, anyway. This may sound stupid, but what happened to that jacket/what happens after the split? Maybe this jacket brings them back together...I dunno. I just want RYDEN with that jacket.
9th-Oct-2009 09:29 pm (UTC)
first fic...(it's a little short)
CDs, DVDs, Pictures, all neatly divided into two separate piles. Sure, it was hard. Neither of them would deny the other that. Still, it was something that they both felt was necessary. Not only for themselves, but for the band as a whole. They weren’t happy anymore, and that showed. Rather than disappoint the fans, they simply went their separate ways. The logic was there, but it didn’t make it any easier. They had both cried at first, but the time for tears was over now. They were still Ryden, in every way except one. The couple many of the fans had imagined (and was eventually confirmed true) was over. There was no way they could stay together. They were too different. Ryan was still his best friend. The same kid he knew all those years ago, but the feelings were not there. The feelings he had convinced himself didn’t exist, were really gone altogether now.
Brendon began piling his things into a suitcase. It took all his willpower not to run to Ryan and beg him to stay. He knew that Ryan needed this, and he would be selfish to keep him where he wasn’t happy.
Brendon knew this was going to be the hardest part. He stared down at the jacket he and Ryan often shared. This was it. For Brendon, this jacket was really a symbol of the end of their relationship. One of them had to get it, but who? Brendon wanted it. He had always thought he had looked hot in it, but Ryan had too. And it was as much Ryan’s as it was his. What gave Brendon the right to keep it? Biting his lip, Brendon took a walk down memory lane. A melancholy smile crossed his features as he remembered Ryan when he had first worn that jacket during an interview. Brendon had sat there, glad that he was behind a desk, because someone wasn’t being so cooperative. He looked at Ryan and tried to concentrate on the interview, but again and again all he had seen was that jacket hitting the floor. He was the passionate love that followed. And when he was called back to attention he saw the blush rise against Ryan’s features. They both knew who the fantasies were about.
Although he was alone in the room, Brendon felt an overwhelming urge to speak. Not to anyone in particular, but to say everything that hadn’t been said. Conversation was slim around the house lately. Neither wanted to hurt the other, so they said nothing. The damage was already done. There was nothing more they could do. Sighing softly, Brendon zipped his bag. He was finally finished packing. He knew from now on things were going to be different. He wouldn’t wake up to a certain someone hogging the covers. He wouldn’t have to share the bathroom mirror. Brendon picked up his bag, placed his key on the kitchen table and walked out of the room.
Ryan entered the house later that night and found the jacket lying on the bed that once was theirs. It brought tears to his eyes. He had fully expected Brendon to take the jacket. A smile came to his face as he read the note attached.
"Ryan, this was always yours. I love you and Good Luck.
9th-Oct-2009 09:56 pm (UTC)
Re: first fic...(it's a little short)
I dunno whether to smile or cry.
10th-Oct-2009 02:14 am (UTC)
Re: first fic...(it's a little short)
I was so scared to post it.
And I also didn't know whether to smile or cry. :]
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