This is the sequel to "The Things We Do For Love." I've decided that is the title. This one picks up directly where the other left off, but the story is now Brendon's to tell. Once again, there's no rating or warning and it's just super fluffy. I hope this is good enough because I've been working on it forever...

So I've posted a story and a poem up. I'm horrid with stories, in my opinion. Poems are my strength. I was going to post a bunch of poems, new and old, but I didn't want to fuck with your friend pages. If you want to see some of my shit poems just let me know and I'll be glad to post them or e-mail them to you.

P.S.- I feel like I'm talking to myself. Disprove me?

After my laptop crashed, I wrote a standalone out of boredom and with no intentions on showing anyone at all. Somehow, my best friend got me to send it to her and she liked it. She wants more and I'm working on it, for her... Anyway, I've decided to post it in my journal so that the people that read this thing (no one) can take a peak. If someone does actually read this, before I die of shock, leave me a comment about it, even if it's horribly, horribly mean.

This is Ryden because I lack creativity  it just is. It's written in first person, from Ryan's point of view. There really are no warnings, other than my awful writing skills. No rating, either, simply because I'm too tired to rate it. I wish it had a title, but I'm terrible with those. The subject isn't meant to be a title but if it works for you, think of it like that. It's kind of fluffy, to be honest. Okay, kind of really fluffy. Obviously I don't own Ryan or Brendon because, well, I wouldn't be here if I did. Finally, I'll dedicate this to Alexis because I love her. :]

Also, if you have any ideas about how I should write the second part or of what I should include, please tell me. All ideas are appreciated.

tunny_romance tagged me. :]

a. list seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself
b. tag seven people to do the same
c. do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it"

1. I think too much, which usually ends with me doubting everything "known" in this world and deciding that everything's completely bogus.
2. I can't live without reading; whether it's slash, a book, a newspaper... anything.
3. I hate myself so much that I believe what I say about myself is what others see and think. I tune out the real world and tune in my self-torture.
4. If I don't have music on, I feel vunerable.
5. I write to get away from the world and I want to show people what I write but I'll only do it if someone asks to see it, otherwise they don't care and I'm bugging them...
6. I may get attached to some people quickly, but it's a long time until I trust them enough to tell them anything important about myself or something of the sort.
7. I'd do anything to have people actually loving and caring about me. To never lie or hurt me. To always be there for me. But at the same time, I wouldn't.

Dear...
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I tagged you. If you've already been tagged, ignore it. If not, you better do it!