Spencer found Brendon hiding under the covers of his bunk in the back of the bus. Seeing the twenty year old tightly clutching his bright pink sheets, Spencer couldn’t help but let out a faint chuckle.
“It wasn’t funny, Ryan. I don’t want to talk to you,” Brendon’s muffled voice carried softly across the room.
“Not Ryan. Spencer.” Brendon drew back his sheets slightly, poking his head out to see that Spencer was indeed the intruder. “I’m here to bring you back to the lounge – to civilization.”
Brendon sat up, but did not leave his bunk. “I’m not coming back until Ryan apologizes for what he said.” He stubbornly crossed his arms across his chest. “And he has to come to me.”
“What did he say?” Spencer asked. It wasn’t that odd for Brendon to take something innocent the wrong way and throw a bitch fit. If he recalled correctly, the last tantrum had been about the South Park boys. Of course, that time it was his comment of ‘You just think that Stan and Kyle are in love ‘cause you’re a big homo’ that sent Brendon into a tizzy.
“I curse the day that we ever invested in OnDemand. Its only goal is to tear apart true love!” Brendon exclaimed, throwing himself back down onto his many pillows, several of which flew across the room upon contact.
Suddenly it clicked in Spencer’s mind. “Is this about Ryan watching two straight seasons of Big Love on HBO? Is he ignoring you to fuel his obsession?”
For the last week Ryan had been all but glued to the television, watching the lives of a polygamist Mormon family unfold. Spencer watched for awhile, but checked out after Nikki drove him crazy. Seriously, $60,000 worth of debt is unbelievable when its coming from a compound-raised extremist.
Brendon grunted. “No, that’s not it. That show has filled his head with crazy ideas about Mormonism. It defiles my religion!”
“I thought you left the church. Or was it that you were excommunicated, I forget.”
“That’s not the point. And for your information I left the church of my own free will. I am still loved and adored among my fellow people.” Brendon appeared once more from the depths of his bedding. “Still, I get tired of Ryan’s stupid Mormon jokes.”
Spencer sighed. “What exactly did he say?”
Brendon simply turned his head, now facing the wall which was covered with pictures of Brendon and Ryan in various poses and states of undress.
Spencer didn’t really feel like taking an hour out of his day to get the full story from Brendon. There were easier ways. “Ryan!” Spencer shouted. “Get your ass in here!”
Brendon growled in protest and dove under the sheets once more.
Ryan opened the door in a huff. “This better be important, I swear Ben and Margene were just about to get it on.” Ryan spotted the Brendon-shaped lump curled up and sighed. “God, Brendon, it was just a joke.”
“Don’t you dare use the Lord’s name in vain, especially after you said such blasphemic things about the church!”
“I don’t think blasphemic is a word, Bren.” Spencer interrupted.
Ryan crossed the room and sat down on the bunk that Brendon was curled up in. “Come on, Brendon.”
Ryan rubbed what Spencer assumed was Brendon’s back; he couldn’t really tell from the angle and mass amounts of covers. He hoped it was his back at least. If not, that would certainly be one way for Ryan to get Brendon to forgive him…
“It just hurt my feelings that you think that we aren’t enough for each other.” Brendon said. “You’re all I need. All I could ever want. I love you.”
Spencer could see Ryan’s smile from across the room. “You know I love you. You’re all I need too, Bren.”
“What did you say to him anyways, Ry?” Spencer hated being on the outside of anything. He liked to be kept in the loop.
“I just made a joke that I was starting to embrace the religion of his people and told him to get used to the idea of Jake Gylenhaal as his sister-wife.”
Spencer couldn’t hold back the sputter of laughter that came from his body. “That’s fucking classic.”
“Shut up, Spencer. He has no idea what he’s talking about. It’s all so wrong. First off, Ryan would totally be the wife.”
“Oh, I don’t think so,” Ryan objected.
“You so are. You wear makeup.” Brendon turned and Spencer could see that he was smiling. “You’re so pretty.” Brendon quickly kissed Ryan on the lips. “Plus, you bottom more than I do.”
Spencer slapped his hands over his ears. “Ew! No sex talk when I’m in the room. That’s against the rules!”
Brendon’s grin grew. “I thought the rule was no sex when you’re in the room? And we certainly break that one often enough.”
Spencer groaned. “That’s it. I’m leaving.” Ryan and Brendon laughed from the bunk. Spencer saw that Ryan was now lying next to Brendon and Brendon had his arms securely wrapped around his waist.
They were too cute. “Oh, and Brendon. I washed your special underwear. Hopefully I didn’t clean the special Mormon powers out of them.”
Ryan laughed and Brendon simply flicked Spencer off.
“Brendon doesn’t wear underwear.” Ryan smiled and snuggled closer towards Brendon. “He likes to be prepared.”
“Oh, God.” Spencer said as he ran from the room. He was glad that their stupid fight was over, but there were some things he rather not know.
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Ryden Oneshots
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