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inkisrunningTitle: Ryan Kissed Me (or chapter two of my love story)
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calidearie
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryden
POV: Brendon's
Summary: Sharing gummy bears. It's more than you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, they own themselves. Cut-text belongs to Lamb, not me.
Author Notes: NowUNBETA'D: Thank you, longerthanwedo!
Teh Love Story
Ryan Named Me (or chapter one of my love story)
Ryan Kissed Me (or chapter two of my love story)
Ryan Found Me (or chapter three of my love story)
Ryan Saved Me (or chapter four of my love story)
Ryan Virginated Me (or chapter five of my love story)
Ryan F&cked Me (or chapter six of my love story)
Ryan Loves Me (or the last chapter, but not the end to my love)
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So, we had kissed for the first time that day.
We kissed again for the second time soon after the first, which was five hours and twenty-two minutes later. It was just after Ryan woke up. Not that I was counting the minutes or watching him sleep or anything creepy like that.
The second kiss was quickly followed by our third, fourth, fifth kiss. We had kissed again and again. And again, and…
Ryan and I kissed.
We kissed, Ryan and me.
No matter how it's written, it sounds exciting, doesn't it? Ryan kissed me. That's my favorite one.
Now, if you're reading this, you are probably also aware of the band I am in. And if you are aware of the band I am in, you probably know all about the "Ryden" hoopla that's out there. That may be the reason why you're reading this. Don't worry if that's the truth, trust me, I'd read it too, even if I weren’t the writer. It's good stuff, this love story I'm writing. And now you're thinking, 'Dude, get back to the fucking brilliant story that involves all the kissing you were going to tell us about!' Okay, okay.
So, yes, if you are aware of all the rumors, you probably know how they got started. It's no real secret. We did play to an audience after all.
Well, in the event that you aren't aware,though, how could that be is beyond me, unless you were in a hole or something I had kissed Ryan before that "first" kiss. That’s how the rumors started. Or perhaps it was even before then. Perhaps the rumors started when I had auditioned and met Ryan for the first time. No, it wasn’t the rumors that had started then… we had started. And the rumors simply followed.
The truth is, I had kissed him numerous times, but always when we were in the safety net of hundreds—perhaps even thousands?--of screaming girls surrounding us. You see, I never had the nerve to kiss Ryan on the lips. I never thought I could push our theatrics that far.
I tested him though--every night on stage, I tested him. And I was constantly wondering—always thinking. Did he only think it was entertainment for the fans? Did he want to be kissed? Did he want it as much as I did? Did he want me?
And night after night, he had pulled away from my touch, from my advances. A blush creeping up his cheek, which told me that no, he was not ready for it. He was not ready for me to kiss him when we were alone, when it could mean something entirely different.
It's not like I had thought that because I love him in that way that he had to love me in that way as well. It's just that I guess I always felt something between us, a sort of spark every time he was near… a spark just waiting to ignite and explode. And I was only waiting for it, because I knew that it would one day go off. I kept at it because I wasn’t alone.
I wasn't alone in the feeling that this love between us surpassed band-mate love and best friend forever love. No, I am talking about love like crazy love; passionate love; never ending love; beautiful love; soul mate love… that kind of love, you know? That's the stuff I felt.
Well, I know now, the reason why I never took my chance to kiss him when we were alone--to show him that I wasn't only playing up to the screaming girls around us--was because I was not ready for it.
Granted, kissing someone for the first time is always difficult. Always. That may be why I wasn't ready. Or maybe I was just scared shitless.
And in how it turned out, it was just so like him to make it seem so easy.
Like he wrote the kiss before it happened.
Long fingers dancing in black hair? Check.
Soft, muttered words? Check.
A hint of a smile? Check.
A finger brushing softly across a hushed mouth? Check.
A quiet breath? Check.
And then the most earth shattering, mind-blowing kiss to ever, EVER happen in the world that we live in? Check.
Make that double check.
It was really only a peck on the lips that lasted no more than a fraction of a second. Who knew it would only a take a fraction of a second to cause so much commotion? I sure didn't, and he sure didn't. How I know? He told me.
He told me that it was the hardest and the easiest thing he has ever done in his life. I can understand this. Ryan Ross, he's pretty much a walking contradiction. And besides that, he did a lot of things that are considered difficult, like eating only the green gummy bears out of a package that contains maybe only twenty, total. You see my point? How could a person eat only the green gummy bears from an assorted package? I mean, what if there was only like, two green gummy bears? How could you only eat two gummy bears when like the other eighteen are just waiting to be eaten? That takes strength, and willpower, and strength. And yet he makes it seem as if it takes only little effort, like it doesn't mean anything at all. Like he didn't just do something that people would consider impossible.
Don't believe me? Yeah, well, I wouldn't have either, but it's true stuff.
ccc
"Hey, Spence?"
"Yeah, man?" Spencer said as he popped his head through the opened door that divides the driver side and the kitchen part of our bus.
"Where are all the gummies at?" I asked as I rummaged through the cabinets.
I don't get an answer from Spencer, just muttered words, but I swear I heard him say “...maybe you should ask your gummy bear lovin' boyfriend."
I don't know why, but that made me smile. Okay, I knew why, it was sort of like that warm, gooey feeling you get when someone refers to your boyfriend as your boyfriend even when we haven't even made it official yet. No, actually, it was exactly like that.
Anyway, what made me smile even more is that I found a pack of gummy bears behind Jon's strawberry pop tarts that I've never seen him eat.
I ripped open the package and rushed over to the middle-back part of the bus, the part that we like to call the lounge area.
Ryan was sitting with his feet atop the cushions of the sofa, which is more like a ledge. He was sitting there with a notebook in his lap, headphones covering his ears, and a pencil between his lips. His fingers tapped against the side of his opened notebook. And when he noticed me, he tilted his head up and pulled out the pencil from his mouth, and smiled. It was a beautiful.
For a moment I didn't remember why I was there, other than to bask in the comfortable warmth that surrounded me whenever Ryan smiled.
When he pulled his headphones off, he raised a questioning brow, and I somehow found my words. "Hey, last package." I held up the gummy bears to show him.
Ryan nodded once, and returned back to his notebook. He didn't do this as if to ignore me, I knew because he shifted and crossed his legs, Indian style, to allow room for me to sit on the sofa beside him.
I sat down and popped a red gummy into my mouth. The red gummy was quickly followed by a clear one. I chewed gummy after gummy, waiting for a green one to come. It didn't come until I was down to the last one. And that's when I came to the sinking realization that the last gummy was a green one.
I looked over to Ryan, who was scribbling in his notebook, and who was completely unaware that he will only have one gummy to eat out of a package of twenty-three.
Fuck, I thought, how could there be only one? I turned the package around and read the words, ‘Questions? Comments?’ I thought to myself that I was going to have to call them and ask what the hell they were thinking. Do they not realize that Ryan only eats the green ones? And my comment, it would not have been of the good kind.
I looked over at Ryan again.
"Hey, Ry."
Ryan looked up and held out his hand, expecting me to drop all the green gummies onto his palm.
I didn’t know why it really even mattered so much then, but it did. And I didn’t want to break the news to him.
There's a thing we do whenever we eat a pack of gummy bears. If he opens a package, he picks out the green ones and gives me all the others. And when I open a package, I always save the green ones for him. Now, it may not seem fair, but it works between us. For some reason I never had a taste for the green gummies, and Ryan, well, his favorite color is green. So it works.
"What's wrong?" Ryan was saying now, he bit his lip as he waited for me.
"There's only one.”
"Oh," Ryan said. That's all he said.
I handed him the last gummy. He smiled and popped it into his mouth. I didn't see him start to chew it though. He only resumed what he was doing. He scribbled something in his notebook.
"So, Ryan.."
"Yeah?" He said without looking up.
"Did you like just swallow the gummy whole? You didn't get the flavor of it, there's only one."
"I didn't swallow it. I still have it." Ryan looked at me and smirked.
"Oh," I said. To be honest, I was thinking that maybe he didn't understand my point. Or maybe he was saying that he didn't eat it at all and still had it in his hand. Did he think he could get me to believe that he didn't do something when I saw with my own two eyes that he did, in fact, put the gummy in his mouth? Well, let me tell you, after I watched him not move his jaw for what seemed like minutes, I began to question it. Did I really see him put the gummy in his mouth? Maybe I imagined it.
"Bren?"
"Yeah?"
"Come here." I, of course, went to him.
He pulled me to him, and when he tilted his head, I knew what he was thinking of doing. It was kind of strange, because although he had initiated our first kiss, he didn't often show his affection at random times of the day. Not that I was complaining or anything, I mean, it's all a part of it, isn't it? It was just something very new, and that was okay, because our relationship was new, barely a week old.
The kiss quickly became something else, something much more involving. Something that included tongue and teeth, and noises that came from the back of the throat. And the kiss ended with a gummy in my mouth. I almost did not notice because whenever Ryan and I kissed my brain sort of melts. I noticed when I tried and failed to lick my lips and opened my eyes to see Ryan smirking because I didn't lick my lips. I did, however, bite down on the side of my tongue instead because I tasted something sweet and soft against it. I realized a few seconds later that it was the green gummy.
"That's what I meant," Ryan said as he smiled, and then as if he didn't need to further explain, he went back to his notebook.
"Oh," I said and nodded as if I totally understood. But I didn't really care anyway, because my mind went back to mush in reflection of my first kiss that involved more than just lips with Ryan.
"I didn't swallow it because there was just one. I wanted to savor it, so I kept it in my mouth, to wait for the juice to melt." He said without looking up.
"Oh," I said again, understanding now. "Ohhhh, uhm." I realized that I didn't swallow the gummy in my mouth. I'm not sure if it was because my brain wasn't quite working right yet, or because I wanted to keep it longer on my tongue, because it seemed like it tasted sweeter. It tasted like the kiss that just passed between us. Oh. I looked at Ryan and found my words. "It's been a while since I tasted green; I think it tastes the best."
"Hmmm, I never really thought as green tasting better. I just like the color."
"No, no I think green has the best taste," I said as I pulled Ryan's notebook away and went in for another kiss. This time I started the kiss. And this time we were not on stage. This was not in front of hundreds of screaming girls. This was not testing. This kiss was not on the cheek, it was mouth to mouth, lips to lips, tongue to tongue. It was sharing. This kiss was sharing more than just a green gummy bear.
It was pretty exciting, this thing that was happening between Ryan and me.
TBC
AN: lol, this turned out far more serious than I thought.
Author:
calidearieRating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryden
POV: Brendon's
Summary: Sharing gummy bears. It's more than you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, they own themselves. Cut-text belongs to Lamb, not me.
Author Notes: Now
longerthanwedo!Teh Love Story
Ryan Named Me (or chapter one of my love story)
Ryan Kissed Me (or chapter two of my love story)
Ryan Found Me (or chapter three of my love story)
Ryan Saved Me (or chapter four of my love story)
Ryan Virginated Me (or chapter five of my love story)
Ryan F&cked Me (or chapter six of my love story)
Ryan Loves Me (or the last chapter, but not the end to my love)
ccc
So, we had kissed for the first time that day.
We kissed again for the second time soon after the first, which was five hours and twenty-two minutes later. It was just after Ryan woke up. Not that I was counting the minutes or watching him sleep or anything creepy like that.
The second kiss was quickly followed by our third, fourth, fifth kiss. We had kissed again and again. And again, and…
Ryan and I kissed.
We kissed, Ryan and me.
No matter how it's written, it sounds exciting, doesn't it? Ryan kissed me. That's my favorite one.
Now, if you're reading this, you are probably also aware of the band I am in. And if you are aware of the band I am in, you probably know all about the "Ryden" hoopla that's out there. That may be the reason why you're reading this. Don't worry if that's the truth, trust me, I'd read it too, even if I weren’t the writer. It's good stuff, this love story I'm writing. And now you're thinking, 'Dude, get back to the fucking brilliant story that involves all the kissing you were going to tell us about!' Okay, okay.
So, yes, if you are aware of all the rumors, you probably know how they got started. It's no real secret. We did play to an audience after all.
Well, in the event that you aren't aware,
The truth is, I had kissed him numerous times, but always when we were in the safety net of hundreds—perhaps even thousands?--of screaming girls surrounding us. You see, I never had the nerve to kiss Ryan on the lips. I never thought I could push our theatrics that far.
I tested him though--every night on stage, I tested him. And I was constantly wondering—always thinking. Did he only think it was entertainment for the fans? Did he want to be kissed? Did he want it as much as I did? Did he want me?
And night after night, he had pulled away from my touch, from my advances. A blush creeping up his cheek, which told me that no, he was not ready for it. He was not ready for me to kiss him when we were alone, when it could mean something entirely different.
It's not like I had thought that because I love him in that way that he had to love me in that way as well. It's just that I guess I always felt something between us, a sort of spark every time he was near… a spark just waiting to ignite and explode. And I was only waiting for it, because I knew that it would one day go off. I kept at it because I wasn’t alone.
I wasn't alone in the feeling that this love between us surpassed band-mate love and best friend forever love. No, I am talking about love like crazy love; passionate love; never ending love; beautiful love; soul mate love… that kind of love, you know? That's the stuff I felt.
Well, I know now, the reason why I never took my chance to kiss him when we were alone--to show him that I wasn't only playing up to the screaming girls around us--was because I was not ready for it.
Granted, kissing someone for the first time is always difficult. Always. That may be why I wasn't ready. Or maybe I was just scared shitless.
And in how it turned out, it was just so like him to make it seem so easy.
Like he wrote the kiss before it happened.
Long fingers dancing in black hair? Check.
Soft, muttered words? Check.
A hint of a smile? Check.
A finger brushing softly across a hushed mouth? Check.
A quiet breath? Check.
And then the most earth shattering, mind-blowing kiss to ever, EVER happen in the world that we live in? Check.
Make that double check.
It was really only a peck on the lips that lasted no more than a fraction of a second. Who knew it would only a take a fraction of a second to cause so much commotion? I sure didn't, and he sure didn't. How I know? He told me.
He told me that it was the hardest and the easiest thing he has ever done in his life. I can understand this. Ryan Ross, he's pretty much a walking contradiction. And besides that, he did a lot of things that are considered difficult, like eating only the green gummy bears out of a package that contains maybe only twenty, total. You see my point? How could a person eat only the green gummy bears from an assorted package? I mean, what if there was only like, two green gummy bears? How could you only eat two gummy bears when like the other eighteen are just waiting to be eaten? That takes strength, and willpower, and strength. And yet he makes it seem as if it takes only little effort, like it doesn't mean anything at all. Like he didn't just do something that people would consider impossible.
Don't believe me? Yeah, well, I wouldn't have either, but it's true stuff.
ccc
"Hey, Spence?"
"Yeah, man?" Spencer said as he popped his head through the opened door that divides the driver side and the kitchen part of our bus.
"Where are all the gummies at?" I asked as I rummaged through the cabinets.
I don't get an answer from Spencer, just muttered words, but I swear I heard him say “...maybe you should ask your gummy bear lovin' boyfriend."
I don't know why, but that made me smile. Okay, I knew why, it was sort of like that warm, gooey feeling you get when someone refers to your boyfriend as your boyfriend even when we haven't even made it official yet. No, actually, it was exactly like that.
Anyway, what made me smile even more is that I found a pack of gummy bears behind Jon's strawberry pop tarts that I've never seen him eat.
I ripped open the package and rushed over to the middle-back part of the bus, the part that we like to call the lounge area.
Ryan was sitting with his feet atop the cushions of the sofa, which is more like a ledge. He was sitting there with a notebook in his lap, headphones covering his ears, and a pencil between his lips. His fingers tapped against the side of his opened notebook. And when he noticed me, he tilted his head up and pulled out the pencil from his mouth, and smiled. It was a beautiful.
For a moment I didn't remember why I was there, other than to bask in the comfortable warmth that surrounded me whenever Ryan smiled.
When he pulled his headphones off, he raised a questioning brow, and I somehow found my words. "Hey, last package." I held up the gummy bears to show him.
Ryan nodded once, and returned back to his notebook. He didn't do this as if to ignore me, I knew because he shifted and crossed his legs, Indian style, to allow room for me to sit on the sofa beside him.
I sat down and popped a red gummy into my mouth. The red gummy was quickly followed by a clear one. I chewed gummy after gummy, waiting for a green one to come. It didn't come until I was down to the last one. And that's when I came to the sinking realization that the last gummy was a green one.
I looked over to Ryan, who was scribbling in his notebook, and who was completely unaware that he will only have one gummy to eat out of a package of twenty-three.
Fuck, I thought, how could there be only one? I turned the package around and read the words, ‘Questions? Comments?’ I thought to myself that I was going to have to call them and ask what the hell they were thinking. Do they not realize that Ryan only eats the green ones? And my comment, it would not have been of the good kind.
I looked over at Ryan again.
"Hey, Ry."
Ryan looked up and held out his hand, expecting me to drop all the green gummies onto his palm.
I didn’t know why it really even mattered so much then, but it did. And I didn’t want to break the news to him.
There's a thing we do whenever we eat a pack of gummy bears. If he opens a package, he picks out the green ones and gives me all the others. And when I open a package, I always save the green ones for him. Now, it may not seem fair, but it works between us. For some reason I never had a taste for the green gummies, and Ryan, well, his favorite color is green. So it works.
"What's wrong?" Ryan was saying now, he bit his lip as he waited for me.
"There's only one.”
"Oh," Ryan said. That's all he said.
I handed him the last gummy. He smiled and popped it into his mouth. I didn't see him start to chew it though. He only resumed what he was doing. He scribbled something in his notebook.
"So, Ryan.."
"Yeah?" He said without looking up.
"Did you like just swallow the gummy whole? You didn't get the flavor of it, there's only one."
"I didn't swallow it. I still have it." Ryan looked at me and smirked.
"Oh," I said. To be honest, I was thinking that maybe he didn't understand my point. Or maybe he was saying that he didn't eat it at all and still had it in his hand. Did he think he could get me to believe that he didn't do something when I saw with my own two eyes that he did, in fact, put the gummy in his mouth? Well, let me tell you, after I watched him not move his jaw for what seemed like minutes, I began to question it. Did I really see him put the gummy in his mouth? Maybe I imagined it.
"Bren?"
"Yeah?"
"Come here." I, of course, went to him.
He pulled me to him, and when he tilted his head, I knew what he was thinking of doing. It was kind of strange, because although he had initiated our first kiss, he didn't often show his affection at random times of the day. Not that I was complaining or anything, I mean, it's all a part of it, isn't it? It was just something very new, and that was okay, because our relationship was new, barely a week old.
The kiss quickly became something else, something much more involving. Something that included tongue and teeth, and noises that came from the back of the throat. And the kiss ended with a gummy in my mouth. I almost did not notice because whenever Ryan and I kissed my brain sort of melts. I noticed when I tried and failed to lick my lips and opened my eyes to see Ryan smirking because I didn't lick my lips. I did, however, bite down on the side of my tongue instead because I tasted something sweet and soft against it. I realized a few seconds later that it was the green gummy.
"That's what I meant," Ryan said as he smiled, and then as if he didn't need to further explain, he went back to his notebook.
"Oh," I said and nodded as if I totally understood. But I didn't really care anyway, because my mind went back to mush in reflection of my first kiss that involved more than just lips with Ryan.
"I didn't swallow it because there was just one. I wanted to savor it, so I kept it in my mouth, to wait for the juice to melt." He said without looking up.
"Oh," I said again, understanding now. "Ohhhh, uhm." I realized that I didn't swallow the gummy in my mouth. I'm not sure if it was because my brain wasn't quite working right yet, or because I wanted to keep it longer on my tongue, because it seemed like it tasted sweeter. It tasted like the kiss that just passed between us. Oh. I looked at Ryan and found my words. "It's been a while since I tasted green; I think it tastes the best."
"Hmmm, I never really thought as green tasting better. I just like the color."
"No, no I think green has the best taste," I said as I pulled Ryan's notebook away and went in for another kiss. This time I started the kiss. And this time we were not on stage. This was not in front of hundreds of screaming girls. This was not testing. This kiss was not on the cheek, it was mouth to mouth, lips to lips, tongue to tongue. It was sharing. This kiss was sharing more than just a green gummy bear.
It was pretty exciting, this thing that was happening between Ryan and me.
TBC
AN: lol, this turned out far more serious than I thought.
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Date: 2008-10-13 12:33 am (UTC)ps: ur writing is awesome!
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Date: 2008-10-13 05:42 am (UTC)and thank you^^
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Date: 2008-10-13 01:04 am (UTC)Omg, I need gummy bear's right now.
<3 I loved this.
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Date: 2008-10-13 05:44 am (UTC)heehe, i was craving gummi bears, and i was too lazy to buy 'em, so i wrote about it instead lol
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Date: 2008-10-13 02:39 am (UTC)mmm.. gummy bears are delicious
and now they are even better in my mind :D
you are amazing! ;D
update soon? XD
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Date: 2008-10-13 05:48 am (UTC)yes, yes they are! they're my favorite fruity candy. well, maybe i might like skittles more. i think it depends on my mood.
haha, ryden makes everything better lol
*blushes* thanks you! you are to!
this was actually a standalone, but who knows, maybe i'll turn it into a series or something.
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Date: 2008-10-13 07:27 am (UTC)I loved this
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