Title: Pretty.High. [1/?]
Author:bdenjwalkryspin
Pairing: RYDEN Dirty
Rating: R (For the mention and a characters use of drugs, swearing and MAYBE some violence later.)

POV: Ryan’s
Summary:Brendon is always high.And Ryan is sick of it,but Ryan can’t bring him self to leave Brendon. Even though they have unpaid bills,can barley buy food  and  only have one car. But hey they have each other…right?
WC:461
AN: Thanks to my AWESOME beta yojwalkcribs she is also my co-writer.Even though she didn’t Physically write anything. She just helped with the plot. And looked over it :D

I watched him, rocking back and forth. The drugs were starting to work in Brendon’s system. I shifted in my seat.

I sighed. “Brendon, when are you going to stop this shit?” I said as I got up off the couch, walked in to the kitchen and took a seat next to him at the kitchen table.”

         Brendon let out a weak laugh. ”Pssh, what are you talking about?” Brendon says as he slowly turns his head to look at me.

         I stared at him blankly. “What do you mean what do I mean? Brendon, honey you have a problem.”

         Brendon smiled. “Oh, come on baby it’s not that big of a deal!”

         My head jerked back in a little bit of shock. ”Do you want to hurt your self? Do you think it’s fun for me to watch my boyfriend get wasted every fucking night?” I said as I took a deep breath, trying to get rid of the knot in my chest.

         “I mean, Yeah Ryan I do drugs but this is who I Am.” He said with a grin on his face like he thought I would believe that load of shit.

         I shook my head as I got up from my seat, walked down the hall and into our bedroom.

         I lay there that night. Brendon didn’t come in the room. He must have fallen asleep on the couch watching TV. I thought, but my heart was pounding madly in my chest. I rolled over to my other side and ignored it.

         I woke the next morning to find Brendon lying down next to me. He had a hoodie on.  I smiled and moved closer to him. I wrapped an arm around his waist. Then whispered in his ear, ”Isn’t it a little hot to be wearing a hoodie?”

         “Ryan, get off me.” He was giggling, and that voice was so not Brendon’s…He sat up and put his hoodie down.

         My face got red with anger and ok I might have been blushing a little. “Sisky! Get out!” I said as I pointed to the door. He laughed as he jumped out of the bed, ran to the door and ran down the hall. I rolled my eyes as I also jumped out of the bed and walked down the hall. There was Brendon, sound asleep on the couch. Sisky walked past me to the kitchen.

         “Did he smoke some last night?” Sisky asked as he walked over to the fridge and took out a can of Dr.Pepper.

         I nodded. “Yeah,” I said as I walked over to Brendon. I kneeled down in front of him. I kissed his soft cheek and stroked his dark brown hair. I got up off the floor. ”I’ll let him sleep.”