Rydon part 3

When I finally awoke from my coma I realized I hadn't moved the whole night. I lifted my arm that was still slung over the side. It was (unfortunately) not connected to Brendon's anymore. Cautiously rubbing my eyes, I was careful to avoid the bruises around the left one. I looked over the side of the mattress expecting to see a still sleeping Brendon with an innocent, peaceful face.

To my surprise, he was gone. I lifted my head and glanced at his clock on the nightstand. The glowing crimson numbers read 10:48.

Laying my head back down on the warm lumpy pillow, I heard a clanging coming from the kitchen.

'Wow I hope Brendon's not actually attempting to cook breakfast' I thought. I closed my eyes and grinned at the thought of Brendon making breakfast and failing miserably.

I decided I should probably go and make sure the house wasn't in danger of catching fire. I swung my long legs over the side and slowly got to my feet. Quietly tip-toeing down the hallway and into the blindingly bright kitchen, I snuck up behind Brendon and poked him in the back.  

"Damn it, Ryan!" yelled a scared Brendon.

I hugged him from behind and put my head on his shoulder.

"Yeeeessss?"  I replied innocently.

He shrugged me off trying to hide his incredibly cute smile that I loved.
I hoisted myself up onto the counter and swung my feet like a little kid who couldn't quite reach the ground from a seat yet.

"So, uh, Bren, whatcha doin'?" I asked even though I already knew the answer.

"Attempting pancakes again," he grumbled trying to flip one over.

"And how's that working out for you?"

He only groaned and whispered under his breath, "Screw this."

"Stand aside and watch how a pro makes pancakes." I said as I hopped off the counter top and strolled over to the stove.

Brendon playfully stuck out his tongue at me and I smiled back.

I started whipping up a new batch of pancakes in no time while Brendon stood next to me watching my every move. As I flipped the last pancake out of the pan, I walked the plate of steaming cakes over to the counter. Placing them down, Brendon snuck up behind me hugged me from behind.

"Brendon, if you want to eat you're gonna have to let me go." I told him half-heartedly. I wouldn't have objected but I was starving. If it was any other time I would just chilled and soaked up the moment.

Brendon usually acts like this around. But he definitely doesn't mean anything by it. That's the part that got me frustrated. Why couldn't he just like me the way I like him?

Wow. I totally sound like a desperate girl or something. It's pretty pathetic but I love Brendon.

After a few seconds Brendon released me and I went to grab the syrup. He picked up the plate of pancakes and set them on the table. We sat down and started to shovel in the food in front of us.

When the pancakes where gone we started to clean up and while Brendon did the dishes, I went back to his room and got dressed.

Brendon walked in while I was pulling on my shirt."So, what shall we do?" he asked.

He started to undress and grab a new shirt. It was his Dinosaur Jr. t-shirt. I couldn't help but glance over at his bare torso. I hope he didn't notice my wandering eyes in his direction.

"No idea." I replied casually. I had to turn around to hide my blushing cheeks.

I blush too much. There's got to be a way to control it or something 'cause it's so freaking annoying.
"Hmm..." he hummed to himself apparently not paying attention to the direction of my eyes.

"We could walk down to Block Buster and rent a scary movie and make fun of the terrible acting." I suggested as my cheeks started to cool.

Walk to Block Buster? Make fun of the terrible acting? What the hell was I thinking?!

"Nah. It's too early for scary movies. Gotta wait 'til it's dark then invite Spence so we can scare him later."

"Well then I'm out of ideas. What are gonna do to kill three hours until band practice?" I asked impatiently.

We were currently working on our first record. We had recently gotten signed on a record deal for Decaydance. It was a pretty amazing thing. We hadn't even been on tour yet and some people were giving us a lot of crap for that. We didn't care though. Why would we put off our dreams when they were right in front of us?
We had rented a playing space (that's about the size of my crowded room) and practiced there. Not much space but it worked.

I was in charge of pretty much all of the lyric writing. It wasn't bad. I actually
enjoyed it.

I would write all the lyrics without any ideas of how the music would sound and made sure that I liked them. After that, I would maybe start a simple chord progression of where I wanted it to go then take it to Spence, Brendon, and Brent.
The thing was, we didn't write music in the hopes of getting famous or having people say it was a catchy tune or whatever. We didn't care to be honest.
We already had about four songs: nowhere near a full set list to even play a full show. Not that we even played full shows. Maybe a set with two covers (mostly Tonight, Tonight and Karma Police) and would open for a local band or play at an all-ages venue. Nothing big.

"Let's just go see if anything good is on TV." He said at last.

I shrugged my shoulders. He grabbed my hand and led me into the living room and onto the couch. He grabbed the remote and starting flipping through the channels as he sat down. He leaned over and laid his head on my shoulder. Resting my head on his until he decided to move and lay down on my lap. Absent-mindedly, I gently stroked his black hair.

We sat there for a while not even really paying attention to the television. We mostly just talked. Nothing really worth mentioning. We fantasized about the band making it big and going on tour. It would be crazy to say the least. Spending almost every moment together. Living on the road in a bus going from city to city across the U.S. playing our music and doing what we loved. Didn't seem like such a bad career.