Cirque' of Freaks -ryden2

“It was cute,” Brendon said, “When you called out. Most people don’t give a damn if I fall, ya’ know, they just figure I’ll be okay. But it was nice to know someone cared, you cared.” Ryan smiled, blushed, and looked at his feet. He started nervously digging his shoes in some dirt, no one likes an awkward silence, especially Ryan.

“Brendon,” Brendon introduced himself, extending his hand.

“Ryan,” Ryan stated, nervously shaking Brendon’s warm hand.

“So... would you like a tour?” Brendon asked. Ryan’s eyes widened and he eagerly nodded. Brendon grabbed Ryan’s clammy hand and started to show Ryan around and introduce him to people in the show.

“And this lovely trailer would be mine,” Brendon smirked, pointing to it. The trailers were very old fashioned, like in the pictures Ryan would look at. Ryan traced the intricate patterns painted on Brendon’s trailer with his very long, boney finger.

“Enough looking at the outside, let’s go inside,” Brendon squealed, dragging Ryan inside. Ryan looked at the walls decorated in posters and things cut out from magazines. Brendon only had a dresser, a chest, and a bed. Ryan walked over to the bed and sat on the corner.

“Do you mind if I change, cause these clothes aren't the most comfortable,” Brendon asked, smiling.

“Nope, go ahead”, Ryan shrugged, laying back on Brendon’s bed.

“So Ryan how old are you?” Brendon asked, pulling off his shirt. Ryan panicked a little, he knew Brendon was older than him, so his first instinct was to lie.

“Uh, 19...” Ryan lied. Ryan is really 17.

“Oh cool, I’m 20," Brendon said, pulling off his pants. Ryan nervously fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. Ryan isn’t very comfortable with lying.

Brendon changed into a plain white shirt and skinny jeans. Brendon sat on his bed next to Ryan. Ryan yawned, it was getting late, and besides, Ryan always went to bed earlier than most teens, I mean he wasn’t out partying, losing his virginity to someone he will never see again.

“You can sleep here if you want...” Brendon said, his hand lightly brushing against Ryan’s cheek. Ryan smiled and closed his eyes.

“I’ll be right back,” Brendon whispered in Ryan’s ear. Ryan heard the door open and close, and he quickly drifted off to sleep.