Brendon pretends to be sick. [One-shot] Ryden.
“Brendon...I don’t think this fake sickness is going to work,” Spencer said, staring intently at the thermometer.
“Well, for one thing, your temperature is 117 degrees.”
“That means you’re dead.”
I sighed, grabbing the thermometer, and looked over to the drink I had put it in. 117-degree hot chocolate? I knew Spencer was trying to kill me...
“Fine, I just won’t have a fever. Do you have any phlegm I can, like, hack up?” I asked.
Spencer glared at me for about five seconds before saying, “Of course. Down the hall in the Phlegm Closet.”
I blinked. “You have a Phlegm Closet?”
When met with cold stares from both Jon and Spencer, I decided to change the subject.
“Okay, whatever! What else could I do?”
“Pretend to get smallpox?” Spencer suggested.
“Throw up a kidney?” said Jon.
“Pretend to break your leg!”
“Really break your leg!”
“Uh...no. I’m not going to break one of my own precious bones, if I pretended to, he’d expect me to be in the hospital, if I had gotten smallpox he wouldn’t come miles near me, and how the fuck do you throw up a kidney?” I demanded.
“Oh, it’s happened,” Jon replied casually.
I raised an eyebrow and sighed softly. "Spence, you call Ryan and tell him."
"Hell no. He's your boyfriend."
"Don't even start."
I groaned and grabbed my phone, dialing Ryan's number. Ryan picked up almost immediately. "Bren?" Ryan asked.
I faked coughed into the phone. "H-hey Ryan," I croaked softly. Spencer rolled his eyes. "I don't think I-I can go with you to that new m-movie you wanted to watch," I said weakly.
I could almost hear the disappointment in Ryan's voice. "What? Why not? Why do you sound all weird?" Ryan asked.
My eyes widened. "U-um. I'm sick," I said.
"Um..s-stuff." Jon chuckles.
"Aw, okay babe. Where are you? I can go take care of you," Ryan said over the phone.
"U-um. I'm at Spencer's house."
"Why are you at his house?"
"Just come get me, RyRo!"
"Okay, okay." Ryan hung up. I sighed, smiling in content. "Looks like I got myself out of this movie thing."
"You know, Brendon. I don't see what's so scary about Insidious," Jon says.
"That movie is scary as shit!" I exclaimed.
"Well, you're really smart, Bren. You just invited your boyfriend to come take care of you, even though you're not sick," Spencer says.
The end. :P