Boys Night In
Title : Boys night in
Summary : Ryan and Pete have a heart to heart about where their hearts really are...
Author :
robotic_monkey
Rating : G
Author's Notes : Although Patrick doesn't feature in this, other than Pete thinking about him, it is most definately a PxP. And possibly the cutest thing I've ever written. Also mentions Ryan/Brendon.
Late night in LA, Ryan and Pete. They were sprawled on Pete's couch, a bowl of popcorn between them, the Goonies on DVD. Ryan had his feet in Pete's lap and both were ignoring the movie. Pete tilted his head to the left, listening intently to what Ryan was saying.
"It's like, when I write, it's not so much about the plot, it's not about the story, the action, but more about the emotion. It's about pinpointing a feeling, about taking an emotion and nailing it, getting it just so, trapping it forever on the page. It's about finding something that everyone can relate to. Not everyone can understand a story, but everyone can understand the emotion behind it. You know? I just really love that about writing, about finding that one thing that everyone will get... And putting it down on paper forever. Making a mark. Once you put pen to paper, it's like you're making a commitment, you know?"
Ryan shifted slightly, so that he was lying flat out on the couch, his knees bent and leaning on Pete's chest. Pete rested his chin on top of them and smiled lightly.
"I get it, Ry, I really do. But you know, sometimes, people just don't get it, not everyone understands. That's kinda the point of writing, there are some things you can say, and you can be as clear as you possibly can, but still..."
Ryan glanced up at Pete, wide eyed, and nodded.
"I guess it doesn't matter if not everyone gets it. What I really meant was... Brendon gets it. He gets it, no matter what. He can feel the words, the emotion. He can sing it how it is. Surely you get that with Patrick too?"
Pete shifted his gaze from Ryan's face to his mantlepiece. Amongst the awards, family portraits his mom sent him, there, right in the middle, a photo from four years ago. Him and Patrick, arms around one another in the back of the van, cheek to cheek and smiling. Even from here, Pete could see the dark circles around his eyes, the way his smile didn't reach them and how Patrick's hand curled so gently around his arm, the way his fingers gently brushed the skin there. He could remember when it was taken, how Patrick had been sitting with him, listening to him recount the previous nights bad dream and subsequent sleeplessness. Patrick had listened, been so understanding, comforted him. Joe, who had been sitting up front with Andy, had chosen that moment to turn round, twist in his seat and yell "smile!" whilst shoving the camera in their faces. Pete had stolen that photo from Joe when he'd had the prints made, claiming that he hated the way he'd looked in it, and didn't want anyone else to see it. He loved that picture, really, he loved it because of Patrick.
Ryan was waiting for Pete to answer. He tore his gaze from the photo and looked down, smiling genuinely this time.
"Yeah. Yeah I have that with Patrick. I don't even have to say anything, he just knows. He just knows and thats all that matters, really. It's what counts."
Ryan sighed and snuggled down, his knees nudging Pete lightly. Pete slid down sideways, until he was lying down, spooning Ryan on the couch. They were still lying like that long after the movie had finished, sleeping contentedly, snoring lightly, both understood and misunderstood at the same time, together and alone, away from the two other people in the world who really knew them.
Summary : Ryan and Pete have a heart to heart about where their hearts really are...
Author :
robotic_monkeyRating : G
Author's Notes : Although Patrick doesn't feature in this, other than Pete thinking about him, it is most definately a PxP. And possibly the cutest thing I've ever written. Also mentions Ryan/Brendon.
Late night in LA, Ryan and Pete. They were sprawled on Pete's couch, a bowl of popcorn between them, the Goonies on DVD. Ryan had his feet in Pete's lap and both were ignoring the movie. Pete tilted his head to the left, listening intently to what Ryan was saying.
"It's like, when I write, it's not so much about the plot, it's not about the story, the action, but more about the emotion. It's about pinpointing a feeling, about taking an emotion and nailing it, getting it just so, trapping it forever on the page. It's about finding something that everyone can relate to. Not everyone can understand a story, but everyone can understand the emotion behind it. You know? I just really love that about writing, about finding that one thing that everyone will get... And putting it down on paper forever. Making a mark. Once you put pen to paper, it's like you're making a commitment, you know?"
Ryan shifted slightly, so that he was lying flat out on the couch, his knees bent and leaning on Pete's chest. Pete rested his chin on top of them and smiled lightly.
"I get it, Ry, I really do. But you know, sometimes, people just don't get it, not everyone understands. That's kinda the point of writing, there are some things you can say, and you can be as clear as you possibly can, but still..."
Ryan glanced up at Pete, wide eyed, and nodded.
"I guess it doesn't matter if not everyone gets it. What I really meant was... Brendon gets it. He gets it, no matter what. He can feel the words, the emotion. He can sing it how it is. Surely you get that with Patrick too?"
Pete shifted his gaze from Ryan's face to his mantlepiece. Amongst the awards, family portraits his mom sent him, there, right in the middle, a photo from four years ago. Him and Patrick, arms around one another in the back of the van, cheek to cheek and smiling. Even from here, Pete could see the dark circles around his eyes, the way his smile didn't reach them and how Patrick's hand curled so gently around his arm, the way his fingers gently brushed the skin there. He could remember when it was taken, how Patrick had been sitting with him, listening to him recount the previous nights bad dream and subsequent sleeplessness. Patrick had listened, been so understanding, comforted him. Joe, who had been sitting up front with Andy, had chosen that moment to turn round, twist in his seat and yell "smile!" whilst shoving the camera in their faces. Pete had stolen that photo from Joe when he'd had the prints made, claiming that he hated the way he'd looked in it, and didn't want anyone else to see it. He loved that picture, really, he loved it because of Patrick.
Ryan was waiting for Pete to answer. He tore his gaze from the photo and looked down, smiling genuinely this time.
"Yeah. Yeah I have that with Patrick. I don't even have to say anything, he just knows. He just knows and thats all that matters, really. It's what counts."
Ryan sighed and snuggled down, his knees nudging Pete lightly. Pete slid down sideways, until he was lying down, spooning Ryan on the couch. They were still lying like that long after the movie had finished, sleeping contentedly, snoring lightly, both understood and misunderstood at the same time, together and alone, away from the two other people in the world who really knew them.