I hope it wasn't a shirt he really liked....

lol doormouse.

wow only 2 comments I knda feel sad right now i'm used to having more then that ^.^

well new chapter later...

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY AN UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Do you know how long I have waited???
Any way don't be sad, I couldn't comment any sooner, I live in stupid England! I was a~sleepin'!
That chapter made me sad. You'll have to write another one to make it aaall better again.
xx

Aw :[
Update soon, K? n__n

awwwwwww

update?

A/N: Aww. I love my reviewers ^>^
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Ryan was gone. He had been for several days. As soon as they had heard the news of their runaway friend Brendon, Jon, and Spencer went to the Ross house when George was "working." They had just heard now, three days after the actual disappearence because the principal had annonced it at school. Until then most people had thought he was skipping like he did often.



That's why the three boys were standing in front of their friends' front door while Spencer looked for his key. Ryan had given him a key several months before because of how violent his father had been getting recently. It was an "in case of emergency like I'm dead or something" key. Spencer guessed this counted as an "or something".



Spencer whipped out the small silver key and poked it into the lock. With a click the door swung open slowly revealing the filthy kitchen of the small house. Walking through the kitchen they peered into the lving room whee the TV still blared Oprah. The triowalked up the staircase and down the hall. The hallway held depressing remnants of Ryan's happy past. Pictures lined the walls of the Ross family. Ryan playing soccer. Ryan At Christmas. Ryan with his grandparents. George, Lily, and Ryan at the beach just before she died. It was sad how much Ryan had left of the way his family use to be. He had a few dusty old pictures on a wall.


The trio entered Ryan's room. They took in the Blink 182, My Chemical Romance, and Fall Out Boy posters. They saw his worn bedspread and pillows. Various pairs of jeans and shoes were scattered on the floor and his unfinished homework sat on the desk. At first they hadn't noticed anything suspicious but then Jon noticied the broken vodka bottle lying on the ground. When they looked closer they saw a little bit of dried blod on the tips.


"I think Ryan and his dad got into a fight." Spencer said stating an obvious observation.


Brendon nodded and looked around. It was cute how such a seemingly organized kid could have such an unorganized room like Ryan does....did. brendon quickly shook that thought from his mind.

Be optomistic.

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Meanwhile Ryan walked down Fremont Street past several hookers, a drug dealer, and a pickpocket. He looked at the glowing neon lights of the strip. The Palms. The Venetian. The Sahara. He couldn't afford any of those. Sighing he turned onto 4th Street and saw a small shabby hotel with a vacancy. It wasa bad part of town but he checked in anyway.

bumpgasm?

comments anyone?

I need more o.O

Poor Ryro, I hope Bden finds him. A boy like Ryan can't wonder the streets for long before someone takes advantage of his cuteness.

he should have told BRENNY BEARRRRRR

OMG. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD!!!!!!!!! having little thrills about songyness being worked into story.
YAAAAAAy! More soon?

A/N: Here bbz. Next update probably wont be until Sunday or Monday LOL. In my phonebook I have a Ryan Ross that lives near me! Enjoy the cliffie!
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The next morning Ryan woke up to moaning next door. Apparently one of the whores he passed on the street was getting some action. After pulling himself out of bed he "checked out" which consisited of dropping the key at the dusty counter. Exiting the hotel he realized he should probably tell his friends he was ok.

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Meanwhile Brendon, Spencer, and Jon were sitting in Grandma Smith's basement staring at Ryan's back up guitar which was now 5 years old and now resided on a stand in the corner. Spencer heard the doorbell chime and his grandmother answer it. Through the floor the three boys heard,


"Oh my dear! You look so worn out sweetie... the boys are downstairs."

All three exchanged glances. Was it Ryan?! They heard slow footsteps on the basement stairs and soon a familiar shoe camr into view. It was a gray converse that Jon and Spencer had drawn all over. Immediatly the trio jumped off the old, worn, plaid couch. "Ryan!" Spencer called out to his oldest friend wrapping the taller boy into a hug.


Ryan wrapped his arms around Spencer, wincing as he moved his shoulder which still hurt. He then released Spencer and embraced Jon who was muttering somehing about being worried, Ryan smiled at how much his friends cared. After releasing Jon Ryan turned and looked shyly at Brendon.

"Hey Bren." Ryan muttered and shyly looked at the ground. He had felt confused for days now, ever since the god damn kiss.

"You ok Ryan?" Brendon asked softly and Ryan nodded.

Suddenly feeling a slight burst of confidence he looked up and made his head eye level with Brendon. Taking a deep breath he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Brendon's gently.

So short, but still so amazing ^.^

Awwwwwwww cute

EVERYONE LOVES RYAN

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Originally posted by scampluvsryan:
Awwwwwwww cute

EVERYONE LOVES RYAN

Haha true!