.Brendon. Good good now we're making some progress .Ryan. 19 (NOT SLASH!!)

It's been two weeks since the amusement park. Since between then and now, Brendon and I had our first fight. It was really petty, and it sort of makes me laugh now. However I still feel a bit offended/mad though. We're okay now, but things are a tiny bit awkward now, which makes me feel a bit sad.
Basically all that happened, was about a week and a half ago the band had a 'band meeting' and they were discussing things like the name, and how they would edit their tracks then post them online. Ryan suggested to me that I spend time with Brendon, because he wasn't needed, they'd just think of ideas and run them past him next time they saw him. I asked Brendon about it, and he declined. I started pestering him about it and he had an angry outburst saying we already see each other enough, and we don't need to see each other a lot. Considering now we hang out like once a month...that sort of hurt me. However please remember above I did admit the fight was petty. Well, he didn't think he had said anything wrong and we didn't speak for 3 days, but I realised it was kind of stupid. I called him and asked if he was over it (When I say 'over it' I meant this stupid fight) and he said there was nothing to begin with. We both didn't apologise, but we both forgave each other. Although as I said, things are still a bit awkward. I don't think an apology could have fixed that either, but I suppose time will.
Anyway, whatever. Now it's Friday, and the last period of school. Which happens to be sport. I officially divorced sport when I was 11 years old. Well, I never really had anything going on. I suppose sport was the alcoholic boyfriend and I just gave up on it and left. ANYWAY what I mean is that, I gave up on sport when I was 11. Me and Faith used to play Saturday morning basketball when we were 9. I couldn't throw for shit. The rings at school I could, they were easy. However the ones at proper basketball stadiums were about 1.5x higher so I couldn't throw well. Because of this, people barely included me in the game. I'd just run around court with my head low and self esteem even lower. I was basically a waste of space, and my coach coaxed me out of basketball. He wasn't allowed to kick me out because it was some program, and because I had paid he couldn't kick me out. But he succeeded on convincing me to leave and I left basketball. A few months later my school started advertising Friday night softball. Yes softball, not baseball, not tee ball. I played that for 2 seasons but once again gave up. I couldn't catch, I couldn't hit, I couldn't run. Also Mom didn't like the lifestyle, I'd have to eat a hot dog for dinner because there was no time to eat dinner and when we got home too late. She also didn't like having to stay out late for my softball, and get up early for Faith's basketball. So I quit. Faith stayed in basketball until she was 14, and had to change leagues because of her age. She couldn't be bothered, and I quite frankly couldn't blame her.
So that's why I hate PE, me and it don't get along. I'd honestly rather have math last period Friday than PE. However the only good thing is you take your bag to PE and don't have to go to your locker after school and beat the rush of people standing around discussing what to do on the weekend.
For some reason for my PE elective I chose 'alternative sports' which are sports we don't see very often in America. At the moment we were doing bat and ball sports while we lead up to more rough and complicated sports. We had just finished cricket, which is England's main sport and also big in other countries like Australia. I had no idea what we were doing next, and I had no guesses either. I guess you don't really think about these things. What other sports are popular in other countries.
"Gather round!" The gym teacher barked and we slowly walked, and jogged to him. I was wearing the PE uniform, which I hated with my hair tied up.
"We're going to be learning teeball!" He said excited. Some people groaned (including me) some people hissed a "yesssss" and some looked confused.
I guess it's better than basketball...
***
I sighed as I got my bag and headed for the bus stop. The weather was starting to get cold, but I was too lazy to go get changed into my actual uniform. My PE uniform was a tiny bit muddy, but not muddy that I'd freak out. As I was walking past the car park I heard a car horn and I turned around and saw a car driving alongside me with the window being rolled down. I saw Ryan's smiling face.
"Busy?" He asked.
"Nah, why?" I replied.
"Haven't spoken to you in a while, not in real life anyway." He smiled.
"Pfft you're such a MySpace whore. 'real life'" I imitated, then got into the front seat of his car.
"So are we heading back to yours?" He asked me.
"Why?" I replied.
"So you can get changed." He said, and looked downwards at my muddy sports uniform.
"Nah, I'm muddy on my stomach too, I'd just get new clothes dirty too, and I can't be bothered changing." I shrugged. "Of course if you don't want mud on the seat I can go get changed."
"Mod hun, there's been worse than mud on those seats." He smirked.
"EW!" I shouted, and got out quickly, gaining a few looks off people.
"Well, not really in the front seat, mostly just food and drink stains. However, no one sits in the back." He smirked again.
"Shut up and drive." I said, sitting on the edge of the seat once I got in again.
***
Once again we sat in the same cafe as when he told me Tarah had cheated on him.
"Brings back memories, doesn't it?" He asked me.
"Well, I really hate to say this. But whenever I'm in this cafe it'll remind me of the time you told me your girlfriend was cheating on you. Not that I go in here a lot or anything." I told him.
"Yeah." He said quietly.
"How is that going anyway?" I asked softly.
"What going?" He asked.
"Um, I'm not really sure how to answer that question. I'm not sure what the question was anyway, I suppose getting over her and stuff." I squirmed.
"Oh. Well I'm not sure. I mean I wasn't in love with Tarah or anything, yeah I did like her but I'm not upset about losing her. I'm more upset that I actually got cheated on, I mean it's really hard to explain." He sighed.
"Ohh I get you, this may be hard to explain as well, but the gyst is you hate you were the vunerable one in the situation, and the one who came out looking stupid and stuff, because you were the one that got cheated on, you'd rather her have just dumped you or something?" I replied.
"That's exactly it." He beamed, and shot me a huge smile.
"Uh no offense Ryan, but it's not rocket science to work that out. Also, it's a pretty common reaction to someone who's just been cheated on." I replied and his smile faltered.
"So, why are you so muddy, you weren't playing football right?" He asked, a bit worriedly. I have no idea why he changed the topic. The most obvious one would be it was awkward, but another reason would be because that topic was worn thin.
"Nah, we were playing teeball." I said.
"Teeball?" He asked.
"It's like softball, but you hit it off a tee instead." I explained.
"Ohhh I know that. So, did you do any good. Win?" He grinned.
"Well, I used to play Softball when I was younger, I sucked so I quit. I was hoping that maybe for some reason now I'd pick up the bat and be amazingly gracefully super special awesome at hitting the ball and get at least get one home run in my life and just stun everyone with how awesome my one day skills are." I replied.
"And?" He asked.
"Got 2 fowls, one of them I hit the tee instead of the ball and the other the ball only fell it didn't move. Then when I did finally hit it, it went about 4 metres so the guy in the diamond ran to it and tapped me with the ball in his hand and I was out." I said, doing a fake tear down my face by putting my finger to my bottom eyelashes and dragging it down my cheek.
Ryan snorted loudly.
"Shut up." I grinned, as our coffees came.
"Do you need to be home at a certain time, like dinner?" He asked me.
"Um, well I have work at 7 and I have to shower and stuff, so maybe 6?" I asked.
"Oh sure we have ages, when are you working until?" Ryan said, starting conversation and sipped his coffee.
"Close, so if I'm lucky I'll get out at 12." I said, and gave him a thumbs down.
"Good pay?" He asked me.
"Not really, it's a little bit above minimum wage. I just need to keep working to get a good reference, then work my way up to like a supermarket or something. I'm not using KFC as an actual job, more of a stepping stone." I shrugged.
"Fair enough." He nodded.
"Do you have a job?" I asked him.
"Nope, neither does Brent or Spencer. We're all taking money off our parents, and Brendon for our band." He replied.
"That's not nice!" I exclaimed.
"Life ain't nice, sugar." He said, and ruffled my hair.
"Emo." I spat at him, but used a facial expression so he knew I was joking.
We sat and drank our coffees in silence for the next few minutes. It wasn't awkward silence, and I guess you can call it 'comfortable silence' however it wasn't something cheesy like we were enjoying each other's company. I suppose it wasn't really anything else rather than we were drinking coffee in silence, but hey it's not awkward at least.
"Um, I have something to ask you but I don't know how to put it without making you feel bad." Ryan said awkwardly.
"C cup." I replied, he cocked his head but then slowly understood what I meant and laughed.
"Was that a serious answer, or were you trying to be funny?" He asked me.
"Well the way you put that question, I thought it would be funny to s-never mind." I replied, deciding to let it go.
Someone people just had bad senses of humour.
"Well heh, it's lightened the situation." He said.
"Oh come on, just ask I'm a pretty open person." I said, becoming really curious what he was going to ask.
"Well you don't need an open mind, but it's sort of awkward, and uh, you'll probably say no." He said.
"I'll say no if you keep putting it off, grr just ask." I smiled, trying to make the situation lighter and he laughed quietly.
"Alright, well in about 3 weeks these people from my college are having this party. It's 80s themed. Anyway, I would ask Spencer but he's not into these things. I'd also ask Tracy but I'm fighting with her at the moment. So, would you like to go with me? As friends of course, I know you're with Brendon." He asked me.
"Wait, that's the thing you were awkward about?" I asked, cocking up my eyebrow expecting more.
"Well, I dunno...I was scared you'd react badly and think I was asking you out or something." He blushed.
"Why would I think that? I mean you said you would ask Spencer. I don't think you'd really ask him out. Or would you...?" I grinned.
"Haha." He nervously laughed "So will you?"
"Sure. What day is it on?" I asked him.
"Um, exactly 3 weeks from tomorrow. So yeah, Saturday in 3 weeks." Ryan said.
"Oh okay. Yeah I'll go with you, 80s themed eh? I'll find something to wear, I think Faith has rave shit, that'll do." I smiled.
Ryan looked at his watch.
"Well we better go, if you want to get home by 6 to get ready for work." He said.
"Okay." I said, and we got up and left.
***
"So that was an original fillet combo?" I asked the customer while I was on register.
"Yes." The customer said.
"Alright." I said, putting the order through on my screen. "That's $5.25"
"Actually, can I get a zinger combo upsized?" The customer asked.
"Okay." I said through gritted teeth. I hate it when customers did this.
"That's 6.75." I fake smiled and took the money.
I was now at work. We were closing up in about 2 minutes, and this was the last customer in here. All I did when I got home was shower quickly, then switch on my laptop (Yes, my house has a computer and a laptop. My laptop is supposed to be strictly schoolwork, it doesn't even have internet but I found an old wireless router in my boxes of stuff and leeched off someone's internet) and I messaged Tracy on MySpace about what was going on with her and Ryan. She wasn't online so I was still waiting for a reply.
"Here's your order." I smiled at him, as I bagged up the hot stuff and the cold stuff in seperate bags.
"I don't know if your small brain can handle this, but I'm supposed to get a big drink as well in my upsized combo?" The guy sneered.
Let it go Modesty, let it go.
"Oh right, I'm sorry." I said sincerely, but he just rolled his eyes as I replaced his can of Pepsi with a 600ml one.
"Have a nice night." I once again said fakely but he just walked off.
I saw the figure of a guy walk in while I started cleaning the potato and gravy draws, but having my back turned I didn't see his face.
"Hey Mod, I'll take this guy, can you um..." My co-worker who was also on front said trying to think of something for me to do.
She was pretty annoying, she'd always slack off but when a hot guy came in she'd immediantly shove me out of the way to serve him. I suppose also at close it would be handy, because she'd actually be able to keep talking to him.
"Help out on drive?" My manager, Amanda said from the back.
"Sure." I mumbled, and walked out to the back.
"What do you need?" I asked, and looked up at the screen.
"Just get me small chips, and then bag everything." She said and I did as I was told.
"Excellent, thank you. Well, that's it no more drive. I'll close the store when this customer leaves, I'll count your till in a second, I just have to do a few things." She said and I went to the front and froze who I saw.
"Brendon, what are you doing here?" I asked him.
"I thought I'd come see my darling beautiful girlfriend." He said, and my co-worker's jaw dropped.
"Aw thanks." I smiled.
"So when do you finish?" He asked me.
"Um, well I have to clean restaurant tonight. Inside and outside then I'm free to clock off and go." I said, and he looked over the restaurant.
"How long will that take?" He asked.
"Um, well I have to clean the tables, change the bins, stack up the chairs onto the table, mop, do the same outside. It doesn't take that long though, about half an hour tops, depending on what help I get." I said, casting a look to my co-worker.
"Okay, do you want to get icecream afterwards?" He smiled at me.
"Sure." I sent one back.
Yeah, me and Brendon will be fine.
What you gonna do when she wants you back?
Ahahaha, I just trolled my school =] They hate "rich kids" and they take big pride in the school. So me=posting bulletins on MySpace saying I'm leaving the slums, leaving that hole and going to the most expensive school in the state. I think that equals me getting stabbed tomorrow, ahahahaa.