ryan and brendon had found their way onto the roof of the 7/11 and were laying there. "alright, marry, fuck, kill," brendon started, "zach stone, bo burnham, tony caito," he listed one of ryan's favorite people, and the two characters his favorite person played.

"fuck off."

"you gotta pick."

"i hope you die in a fire," ryan muttered, "fuck tony, marry bo, kill zach." ryan sighed.

brendon laughed and nuzzled his face into ryan's hair. "alright, i got a good one. marry, fuck, kill: melanie, ashley, lynn," ryan started.

brendon laid there, deep in thought, "question: can i fuck one then kill them?"

"yes."

"i'd marry lynn, fuck melanie then kill her, and fuck ashley."

"you're fucking twisted."

ryan picked his phone up from next to him and check his messages.

father figure: Why are you not home?! Your mother told me about this "transgender" thing and it's bullshit!! No daughter of mine is a freak! I want you home tonight to clear out your things and I want you out!!

ryan chuckled almost silently, tossing his phone to the side. "who was that?" brendon asked, laying on his side and draping an arm around ryan's torso.

"my dad, aka major bitch #1," ryan said, turning over and burying his face in his chest, "wants me out of the house by tonight."

brendon looked down at ryan and saw how upset he was. ryan wiped at the tears pricking in his eyes. "hey, you don't need that negativity in your life, babe."

ryan nuzzled into brendon's chest, taking in the scent of AXE body spray and cigarette ash. he smelt like a fuckboy who also listened to the ramones religiously.

"you know, you could stay with me and my parents. i could pull out this air mattress and set it up in my room and bam! roommates." brendon said.

ryan looked up at him. "would your parents mind?"

brendon shook his head, "absolutely not. my parents understand the lgbtq+ more now and think it's fucked up that people kick their kids out for being lgbtq+. just explain your situation and they'll take your in as one of their own."

ryan wrapped his arms around brendon and whispered into his chest repeatedly, "thank you, thank you."

brendon kissed the top of ryan's head. "tell your dad that you'll be there in twenty to get your things."

ryan nodded and grabbed his phone, tapping in his password and opening his messenger app. he opened his dad's contact and began typing.

to father figure: ill be there in twenty minutes to collect my things. i don't need you in my life.