I kinda wanted to write this lil Ryden scene bc I'm Ryden trash

"I can't believe you!"Ryan fumes, storming into the hospital room that he asked - more like demanded in a very loud voice because Ryan Ross doesn't shout thank you very much - a nice nurse where Brendon was staying in over night. Ryan had left his mum back in the car park, greeting Brendon's Mum vaguely and going straight to stalking loudly at his idiotic but also injured boyfriend.

Brendon all but smirks at Ryan's reaction, caught a little off guard by the sudden outburst but still expecting it at some point or another. His phone is in his hand, deleting the current reply he was about to send to one of Dallons remarks about the car crash before setting the phone onto the side table so that he could pay all of his attention to Ryan's rant.

"You're such a stupid fucking asshole!"Ryan looks somewhat adorable all riled up and worried about Brendon, hair messy and sticking up in odd angles due to him being woken up from a nap with the news that his boyfriend was just in a car crash. He was wearing odd shoes and dressed in a pair of random jogging bottoms and a t-shirt that was obviously Brendon's from the stains that was on it.

"Hello to you too, sweetheart."Brendon has a small smirk gracing his lips, left arm bandaged to his chest and face covered in cuts, forming bruises with his eyebrow and lip stitched up. He may or may not be drugged up on painkillers, feeling a little dizzy and a bit loopy as he looks over at Ryan.

"Don't sweetheart me, you prick."Ryan snaps,"Who the fuck eats spaghetti while driving a car?!"Ryan is well aware how loud his voice is but he's upset and angry at Brendon because he could've been seriously hurt or may seven killed but yet he's laying on the hospital bed as if he just got hit in the face by a football and not in a car crash.

"People that are hungry and late for an interview."Brendon points out.

"I don't care! Eat fucking grapes or something, not something that involves a bowl and a fork."Okay, so he's shouting but he doesn't care anymore. Ryan stomps his foot like some ill mannered toddler, looking frustrated with Brendon's attitude.

"I saw your car, completely wrecked. If you were any more stupid and had your car stopped any further down the road, your car couldn't been completely flipped and you could've fucking died!"

"But I didn't, that's the point. I didn't die."Brendon still has that smirk plastered on his face, eyebrow arched and eyes roaming Ryan's stance. Brendon can't help it, Ryan looks so damn amazingly sexy as he stands there all worried and pouty looking.

"Ugh, I hate you, you know that?"Ryan sighs dramatically, closing his eyes shut and pinching the bridge of his nose."You got me so damn worried and upset, I thought something bad happened to you, I mean really bad."

"Well, it's really bad that I can't wank for awhile or have sex, I mean, that's really bad, babe. For both of us."Brendon whines whenever Ryan punches his right arm, pouring at his boyfriend who glare daggers at him.

"You were just in a car crash and all you're thinking about is sex?"Ryan raises his eyebrow, shaking his head.

"Oh c'mon darling, that was so 3 hours ago."

"I hate you, Bee."

"I love you too, Ryro."