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inkisrunning) wrote2010-04-09 08:47 pm
inkisrunning) wrote2010-04-09 08:47 pm
FIC [TYV]: Take the Days as they Come
Series: Take the Days as they Come
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
POV: Jon
Summary: Ryan is pulled tight. Jon's solution: a vacation for two.
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody, nor do I own The Young Veins.
Beta: None
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The whole getting ready for tour thing was all a blur. Pretty much we packed, we loaded up the van, and we left. A day and a half into the trip, or what I call 'our vacation,' we slowly realize what we forgot to bring.
I forgot my toothbrush. Ryan shrugged and pulled out an extra. Of course, I took it.
I realize later, when I was brushing my teeth that Ryan always had a habit about bringing an extra because Brendon always forgot his. I threw away the brush that would have been Brendon's. I pick a new one up when we stop for gas. Ryan notices, but doesn't comment.
Another day passes and we switch drivers. It's my turn to drive and Ryan calls shotgun. In my head I automatically think of 'wedding.' Ryan smirks as he settles into his seat. He probably thought the same thing.
We drive for hours. We don't say much after we get tired of playing car games. The silence between us is more comfortable than anything else. Sometimes, Ryan would randomly laugh and point out a bird or something that is equally unfunny. I laugh at the thought.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing."
Ryan rolls his eyes. "You know, I hate when people do that."
"I know."
Ryan sighs. A minute passes and he clears his throat. He starts to talk about nothing. I listen as if my life depends on it. We end up singing back and forth a song that is not a song.
"There's this stupid bird..."
"Flying alone in the desert..."
"Lost his way," I join in.
"Or on his way to find... his way." Ryan finishes and smiles.
I smile back.
Minutes pass by, Ryan looks back behind us. The others have long since passed out, sometime before the car games became more boring than doing nothing at all.
Ryan shifts in his seat, and after a beat he leans over his arm rest. "I feel so horny right now," Ryan whispers in my ear.
And this heat surges in me, in my chest, in my groin, in my fingers. My reaction is to slam on the brakes and pull over to the side of the road. In a safe way, of course.
"Are we there yet?" Andy asks, groggily.
"What's going on?" Nick mumbles.
"It's either still night or I've gone blind," Nick calls out.
"It's still night," Andy and Nick say in unison.
"Just checking. Have we stopped?"
"Yeah," I reply. "What do you guys think about a motel night?"
"It's not a show night, though," someone from the back says. I'm not sure who because Ryan's laugh distracts me.
"Well, we're not due for another two days, and we should be able to get there in time even if we stop over." The heat is in my ears now as I hear myself babbling. Ryan is still laughing, and nobody asks him what's so funny.
I start the engine again and pull back onto the road.
"Who wants to play a game?" Nick asks. And Ryan starts laughing again.
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We finished our forth show, and we skip hotel night in favor of getting to our next destination a day earlier. The highlight of the trip is when we stop over at a gas station at three 'o clock in the morning.
"Check out the vixen!" Ryan exclaims, a bit too loudly. I glance at the man behind the register, he glares at me, looking suspicious, or looking at me suspiciously.
"How do you know he's not a fox?"
"Because she's a vixen." Ryan rolls his eyes. He reaches for the animal in the barrel of stuffed toys. "I'm getting her."
"If you get her, you'll be so ridiculed." I grin when Ryan pauses mid-step, the stuffed toy trapped inbetween his arm and chest as he pats his pants for his wallet. "Imagine the rest of the tour with stuffed animal jokes. Every. Single. Day."
"I'd say she's worth it." Ryan smiles, but the smile fades as he looks through his wallet. "Ah, fuck, well, looks like I don't have the cash for her worth."
Ryan throws the fox/vixen back into the barrel and grabs some cheddar cheese.
"Hey," Ryan calls out when he's paying for his food.
"Yeah?"
"You coming?" Ryan smirks when I look up.
"In a minute." I smile back. "You go ahead, I gotta use the boys room."
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And so, I bought the damned thing.
$19.99 for a fucking stuffed animal. I'd say it was a rip-off, Ryan would say it's a steal. I am oddly giddy when I put the stuffed animal atop his pillow in the back seat.
And when he crawls in when we're about to leave and spots the toy, he doesn't say anything at first. He goes out of the van and walks to me. Andy, Nick and Nick all watch as Ryan pulls me into his arms and hugs me.
"Thank you," he whispers in my ear. Yeah, I think the stuffed animal was worth my money--hell, I would have given all my money for this. I hug him back, and when we pull apart I still hear the others whistle and get out their woo hoo's and yeah baby's and everything in between.
Ryan smirks and turns to the others by the van. "Look at what Jon got me. Meet Jon Junior." Ryan smiles as he holds up the stuffed toy.
"Hey, I thought you said she was a she."
Ryan puts an arm around my shoulder as we walk back to the van. "She is." Ryan smiles as he settles in.
As I get into my own seat beside Ryan, I hear Nick call out from the front, "If I give you a hug Jon, will you buy me a stuffed chicken?"
Andy laughs.
I roll my eyes, and realize that I'm the one that will be ridiculed. Every. Single. Day. I turn to look at Ryan, who is already settled in to sleep, the stuffed vixen in his arms. I can't help but think that it was still worth it.
But why did he have to name her Jon Junior?
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A/N: Okay, I have no idea how much Ryan's stuffed toy would really cost. But whatever.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
POV: Jon
Summary: Ryan is pulled tight. Jon's solution: a vacation for two.
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody, nor do I own The Young Veins.
Beta: None
ccc
The whole getting ready for tour thing was all a blur. Pretty much we packed, we loaded up the van, and we left. A day and a half into the trip, or what I call 'our vacation,' we slowly realize what we forgot to bring.
I forgot my toothbrush. Ryan shrugged and pulled out an extra. Of course, I took it.
I realize later, when I was brushing my teeth that Ryan always had a habit about bringing an extra because Brendon always forgot his. I threw away the brush that would have been Brendon's. I pick a new one up when we stop for gas. Ryan notices, but doesn't comment.
Another day passes and we switch drivers. It's my turn to drive and Ryan calls shotgun. In my head I automatically think of 'wedding.' Ryan smirks as he settles into his seat. He probably thought the same thing.
We drive for hours. We don't say much after we get tired of playing car games. The silence between us is more comfortable than anything else. Sometimes, Ryan would randomly laugh and point out a bird or something that is equally unfunny. I laugh at the thought.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing."
Ryan rolls his eyes. "You know, I hate when people do that."
"I know."
Ryan sighs. A minute passes and he clears his throat. He starts to talk about nothing. I listen as if my life depends on it. We end up singing back and forth a song that is not a song.
"There's this stupid bird..."
"Flying alone in the desert..."
"Lost his way," I join in.
"Or on his way to find... his way." Ryan finishes and smiles.
I smile back.
Minutes pass by, Ryan looks back behind us. The others have long since passed out, sometime before the car games became more boring than doing nothing at all.
Ryan shifts in his seat, and after a beat he leans over his arm rest. "I feel so horny right now," Ryan whispers in my ear.
And this heat surges in me, in my chest, in my groin, in my fingers. My reaction is to slam on the brakes and pull over to the side of the road. In a safe way, of course.
"Are we there yet?" Andy asks, groggily.
"What's going on?" Nick mumbles.
"It's either still night or I've gone blind," Nick calls out.
"It's still night," Andy and Nick say in unison.
"Just checking. Have we stopped?"
"Yeah," I reply. "What do you guys think about a motel night?"
"It's not a show night, though," someone from the back says. I'm not sure who because Ryan's laugh distracts me.
"Well, we're not due for another two days, and we should be able to get there in time even if we stop over." The heat is in my ears now as I hear myself babbling. Ryan is still laughing, and nobody asks him what's so funny.
I start the engine again and pull back onto the road.
"Who wants to play a game?" Nick asks. And Ryan starts laughing again.
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We finished our forth show, and we skip hotel night in favor of getting to our next destination a day earlier. The highlight of the trip is when we stop over at a gas station at three 'o clock in the morning.
"Check out the vixen!" Ryan exclaims, a bit too loudly. I glance at the man behind the register, he glares at me, looking suspicious, or looking at me suspiciously.
"How do you know he's not a fox?"
"Because she's a vixen." Ryan rolls his eyes. He reaches for the animal in the barrel of stuffed toys. "I'm getting her."
"If you get her, you'll be so ridiculed." I grin when Ryan pauses mid-step, the stuffed toy trapped inbetween his arm and chest as he pats his pants for his wallet. "Imagine the rest of the tour with stuffed animal jokes. Every. Single. Day."
"I'd say she's worth it." Ryan smiles, but the smile fades as he looks through his wallet. "Ah, fuck, well, looks like I don't have the cash for her worth."
Ryan throws the fox/vixen back into the barrel and grabs some cheddar cheese.
"Hey," Ryan calls out when he's paying for his food.
"Yeah?"
"You coming?" Ryan smirks when I look up.
"In a minute." I smile back. "You go ahead, I gotta use the boys room."
ccc
And so, I bought the damned thing.
$19.99 for a fucking stuffed animal. I'd say it was a rip-off, Ryan would say it's a steal. I am oddly giddy when I put the stuffed animal atop his pillow in the back seat.
And when he crawls in when we're about to leave and spots the toy, he doesn't say anything at first. He goes out of the van and walks to me. Andy, Nick and Nick all watch as Ryan pulls me into his arms and hugs me.
"Thank you," he whispers in my ear. Yeah, I think the stuffed animal was worth my money--hell, I would have given all my money for this. I hug him back, and when we pull apart I still hear the others whistle and get out their woo hoo's and yeah baby's and everything in between.
Ryan smirks and turns to the others by the van. "Look at what Jon got me. Meet Jon Junior." Ryan smiles as he holds up the stuffed toy.
"Hey, I thought you said she was a she."
Ryan puts an arm around my shoulder as we walk back to the van. "She is." Ryan smiles as he settles in.
As I get into my own seat beside Ryan, I hear Nick call out from the front, "If I give you a hug Jon, will you buy me a stuffed chicken?"
Andy laughs.
I roll my eyes, and realize that I'm the one that will be ridiculed. Every. Single. Day. I turn to look at Ryan, who is already settled in to sleep, the stuffed vixen in his arms. I can't help but think that it was still worth it.
But why did he have to name her Jon Junior?
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A/N: Okay, I have no idea how much Ryan's stuffed toy would really cost. But whatever.
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Ever since I went to the concert a few nights ago, I've been dying to read/write jwalk like omg.
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Hehe I imagine I would feel the same way if I ever get to see them irl. However, I'm not planning on it. Seeing them live, I mean. I'd rather admire them from afar.
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Yeah, I guess I get you. The concert was really an experience, though, seeing them so happy like that. They just seemed so comfortable, it was amazing, and I hope it stays that way for them. The new album is going to be amazing, too, I love every song I've heard so far.
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I can't wait for the album, I got it marked on my calender and all. :)
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And I love how you write Andy and the Nicks.
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I don't know a whole lot about Andy and the Nicks so I'm glad you like :)
haha Andy and the Nicks sound like a band name