violent suicide (crazy_me_haha) wrote, @ 2007-01-18 19:42:00

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Title: Untitled [as of now]
Author: crazy_me_haha
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brendon/OFC & Ryan/OFC
Summary: This is NOT cool! I hate rushing when I’m getting ready because most of the time, I end up looking like shit.
Disclaimer: Under fictitious skies...

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Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

Why the fuck didn’t he tell me sooner!? Why the fuck did Ryan have to surprise me!? This is NOT cool! I hate rushing when I’m getting ready because most of the time, I end up looking like shit. There are those times when I don’t really care if I look like a mess or not, but at this very moment, I definitely care.

Right after I messaged Anna “fuck Ryan” which she gladly replied she would love to, I ran inside the bathroom and took the quickest shower in my life and still smelled good. Ah, great. Now it will take me 10 to 15 minutes to blow dry all of my hair and another 15 minutes to decide on what to wear. Luckily enough, I was able to finish everything in record time, including my hair all dried up. I was brushing my hair when I suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. I looked at my reflection one last time and then opened the door.

“Hey, you look great!” Brendon immediately complimented. I wasn’t wearing anything special, to be honest. Everything was pretty much casual and basic since this night out would be more of a hang out than a date. I had on a lightweight white hoodie over a long basic black shirt with a low neckline that showed off my collar bones and dark blue denim paired with white ballet flats.

“You don’t look bad yourself.” He was dressed casually as well. He had his black hoodie on that came from kitson; I could see a bit of his red shirt poking out. My eyes traveled down to the rest of his attire and as usual, he was wearing his honest-to-god tight jeans and classic Vans slip on.

“Ready to go?”

I nodded and then the both of us rode the elevator down to the lobby and left the hotel. The moment we stepped outside, I regretted wearing this hoodie made out of thin cloth. Fuck. I am not used to this cold, but all I could do is grin and bear it.

“So, where do you want to go?” he asked.

I shrugged. “You planned this – that’s what Ryan told me.”

“Well, yeah…but I don’t really have anything planned. For starters anyway, want to go and grab something to eat?”

“Nah, maybe later; I’m not yet that hungry.”

“Oh.” I watched Brendon look down on the ground and then around the buildings around him, possibly trying to figure out what we could do. Haha, I’m making this hard for him. I’m such a mean girl. But c’mon, it’s not on purpose. I’m really not hungry yet. “You want to crash Anna and Ryan’s date?” He grinned.

“That would probably make my night if I wanted Anna to stab me to death, but since I don’t…that’s out of the question. Good idea though, problem is we don’t know where they went for their date.”

“Well, where do you want to go?”

I thought for a minute when I suddenly remembered the place I haven’t been inside for the longest time. “Um…I know where I want to go, but you’ll probably going to think weirdly of me now…so, never mind.”

“Aw, c’mon…tell me.”

“Are you sure? It’s really weird…”

“Emmy, I have seen and heard weirder things than what you’re about to tell me, I’m sure. So c’mon, you sparked my curiosity so might as well finish what you’ve started.”

I sighed and looked at him. He had a smile on his face that soon changed into a pout. Oh Lord. “Aren’t you glad you’re adorable?” The pout came off and in exchange for it was a goofy grin and laugh. I grabbed his wrist and dragged him all the way to where the store was located.

“FAO Schwarz?” Brendon lifted an eyebrow upon seeing the gigantic red toy store in front of him with the gold letters. God, I knew I shouldn’t have taken him here.

“Aghh! Let’s go someplace else!” I began walking away but Brendon pulled me back beside him. “What the hell, Brendon!?”

“C’mon, let’s go inside! You wanted to go here, right? So, let’s step right in!”

“You’re probably forgetting that we’re currently nineteen and no longer six years old.”

“Who the fuck cares! We’re kids at heart! Let’s go inside and when we leave, we can go and grab a bite to eat. I’m sure by the time we leave, we’ll be hungry. While we’re not, we could at least kill time and enjoy being kids again.”

I was left defeated. We immediately went up to the floor where the huge keyboard was. You know, that really infamous keyboard where Tom Hanks played it in one of his movies way back in the 80s? Yeah, that’s the one. We spent a good 40 minutes in the toy store when we decided to eat. My stomach grumbled in the middle of rummaging for stuffed animals.

We settled for Japanese cuisine at a secluded restaurant that only held a couple of customers. Our dinner pretty much consisted of sushi and some vegetables, since Brendon is a vegetarian. No meat was involved and I didn’t really feel like eating meat anyway. Besides, Brendon might freak out non-stop if I eat meat in front of him. Poor boy’s going to be traumatized and lose his appetite. Dinner was soon over and we were in the process of paying for our food when Brendon’s credit card (yes, we paid in credit card. Japanese food doesn’t come cheap, you know) decided to not work on their machine.

“You go ahead and try to hail a cab to take us back to the hotel. I’ll just take care of this. Will you be alright?” he asked. I nodded in response as I stood up and left the restaurant. The streets were pretty empty and I was all alone outside, waiting for an available cab to come out of nowhere but all of that changed when I heard a masculine voice behind me and it was definitely not Brendon’s.

“Hello. What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here alone in the streets?” Okay, so basically this guy isn’t attractive, really…not even a single bit. I don’t need to describe him anymore so I’ll spare you the details of his unattractiveness. A bum’s hotter than him.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t talk to strangers so if you would kindly leave me alone…”

“Aw, you’re all alone here; I don’t want to leave you alone.”

What the fuck, this boy just won’t quit. “Sorry, but I’m with my boyfriend.” I blurted out. Oh man, I’m so screwed.

“Right…” he nodded skeptically at me, “that’s what they all say. You don’t have to lie you know. I know you’re playing hard to get. I can definitely see right through you.” An empty cab was approaching and the dick hailed it himself.

“Seriously man, back off. I have a boyfriend and he’s ten times better than you, so you can take your shit where it came from and leave.”

“Heh…okay then, where’s your boyfriend, huh? I need to see some living proof.”

I turned to the glass doors of the restaurant and could finally see Brendon stepping outside. It’s time to use my non-existent acting skills and finally have this shithead out of my sight. I called out his name the moment he exited. “Brendon!” He looked at me with a smile but frowned when she saw the douche bag.

“What’s going on he–”

“Baby…” He raised an eyebrow at me as I stood in front of him, raising my arms and wrapping them around his neck. I stood on my tiptoes, leaned against his body and looked intently at his eyes. “I missed you so much…” Hell yeah I was exaggerating. He was only gone for like 10 minutes or so. I was waiting for a response from him but all he could do was just stare. I frowned and without further ado, kissed him right on the lips.

I wasn’t expecting him to kiss back, but he did. He did. He still is. I also wasn’t expecting his arms to be around my waist and pulling me closer to him. Is anyone keeping time on how long we’ve been on lip lock? There was a loud honk behind us. It was the cab waiting really impatiently. Brendon waved him off without breaking the moment. We heard a door slam and a car zoom off. We pulled away, looked around to see we were alone again and grinned at each other.

“Let’s walk back to the hotel?” I nodded at him. We walked all the way back to the hotel in silence. Nobody spoke a word and either kept their eyes on the ground, in front of them or wandering around the surroundings. There were occasional poking and tickling but no conversation; only laughter.

“So…” Brendon and I stood in front of the oak door that led to my room. “Here’s your stop…and I better get going…back to our room…” He was scratching the back of his neck and had his other hand stuffed inside his pockets. “So…goodnight. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” He turned around and walked towards the direction to where his room was. I had already opened the door and about to step inside when his voice stopped me.

“By the way…your acting skills were great out there. You know, outside the restaurant with that douche bag and…yeah…”

“Oh, that…it was nothing.” I waved it off, “but thanks for the compliment.”

“Yeah, no problem.” I noticed his voice faltered right after I replied; his usually happy face disappearing slowly. “Well, goodnight.” He turned around and resumed to walk away, when this time it was me who stopped him.

“And by the way…I wasn’t acting back there.” I gave him half a smile and half a smirk – however possible that may be – before going inside the room and closing it. The last thing I saw was the sudden smile on Brendon’s face.