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CHAPTER!!!!!!!!

Nothing Really Mattered Except For Me To Be With You

Ryan rode slowly by the last club he could find near the hotel, he sighed; Brendon’s car was nowhere to be found, yet again. Ryan pulled over and looked up at the dark sky with despair. It was now around 9:30, and he hadn’t caught head or tail of Brendon. Where could that boy be? Ryan thought about calling him, but he didn’t want a repeat of his last call to Brendon. Ryan’s only other thought was that he had driven back to the hotel, and he was out looking for someone who was already at home. He held on to that slim chance as he turned out into traffic.

Ryan had been looking out for Brendon’s car all night, so he was paying special attention to every parked car on the street. A flash of yellow caught his eye; he turned his head preparing to be disappointed. Ryan did a double-take when the yellow actually was Brendon’s car, sitting in the parking lot of the city park. Ryan turned in quickly and parked next to it. The park; why hadn’t he thought of that?

Ryan turned his car off, and practically flew out of the driver’s seat. He scanned the park for people; he couldn’t see any signs of life. He immediately felt dejected. What if Brendon had parked here and walked somewhere else? He couldn’t keep searching for him all night.

Then he saw someone, sitting on a bench bathed in lamplight. Ryan’s heart leapt, he ran towards the figure, almost tripping over his feet. He slowed as he approached the bench; what was he supposed to say? What if that wasn’t even Brendon?

The figure whirled around and peered into the darkness as Ryan walked towards him. Ryan sighed in relief. It was Brendon! Ryan didn’t know if he could see him or not but he raised his hand and waved, he didn’t seem able to talk right then. His dream came flooding back into his memory then. Did Brendon hate him? “Ryan?” Brendon said, squinting into the darkness. Ryan swallowed the lump in his throat, “Hey Bren,” he said.

Brendon smiled, which was a good sign in Ryan’s opinion. “Hey!” he called back, and motioned him over, Ryan hadn’t even realized he had stopped walking. He relaxed a little, and went over to sit next to Brendon, who put his arm around his shoulders “I thought you said you’d be home soon.” Ryan said accusingly. Brendon nodded, “I thought I would be too.” He said quietly. All of Ryan’s anger and annoyance at Brendon melted like butter. They sat in silence for a while, but it wasn’t an awkward silence, like that morning, or when Ryan was with Spencer and Jon. “So what have you been doing all day Brendon?” Ryan asked after awhile. Brendon shrugged, “Walking around, thinking.”

“About us?” Ryan asked quietly.

Brendon nodded slowly, “Yeah, about us.”

“So what do you think then?” Ryan whispered, afraid of what the answer might be.

Brendon turned so that he was facing Ryan; he looked him straight in the eye and whispered back, “I love you Ryan,”

“And I love you Brendon,” Ryan breathed,

“I’m sorry about this morning,” Brendon said looking down at his hands, “I was…overwhelmed a little.” Ryan grabbed Brendon’s hands in his, “It’s okay, Bren, I forgive you.” He said leaning closer towards him.

Their lips met for the second time that day, except this time they were alone, nobody was going to come and interrupt them. Ryan wrapped his arm around Brendon’s neck and pulled him closer, crushing their lips together. Ryan didn’t ever want to let him go, to let Brendon leave him again. Now that they were together, he didn’t want to ever be apart again.

It was over too quickly, not abruptly this time, but Ryan wanted more. Brendon pulled back a little, keeping his arms around Ryan. He grinned, “How much have you had to eat today Ry?”

“What?” Ryan asked confused, how could Brendon think about food right now!? Brendon laughed and raised an eyebrow, “You didn’t feel that?”

“What are you talking about?” Ryan said crinkling his forehead. Brendon released a hand and poked Ryan in the stomach, “Your stomach just growled louder than a fog horn,” he said. Ryan laughed, now that he could eat, he realized he was, in fact, starving. “Nothing actually.” He answered Brendon’s first question. Brendon pursed his lips, “Come on, let’s get some food in you.” Brendon said, standing up and pulling Ryan with him.

They walked up to the cars and drove back to the hotel, both of them smiling the entire way.

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww so cute

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CHAPTER!!! WOOHOO!

If I Woke Up Next To You 'Cause I'll Never Say No To You

Ryan and Brendon walked into the hotel, their hands swinging in between the two of them. Spencer and Jon gave them curious looks, their eyes moving from their smiling faces, to their swinging hands. “Hey guys,” Jon said nervously, “Hey,” Brendon and Ryan said at the same time.

Brendon dragged Ryan over to the kitchen then and yanked open the fridge with his free hand. “What do you want Ryan?” he asked pulling out a RedBull for himself. “What do we even have?” Ryan replied leaning over Brendon’s shoulder to peer into the fridge. Brendon slammed the door shut. “Take-out,” He said grabbing the phone. Ryan’s stomach growled, he clutched it melodramatically, “Ugh, isn’t there something to tide me over until the food is delivered?” he asked. Brendon yanked open a random cupboard, and pulled out a bag of Doritos. “Yeah, hi, I’d like three extra-large pizzas,” he said into the phone as he threw Ryan the bag. Ryan yanked it open eagerly, and proceeded to stuff his face with chips.

Jon and Spencer watched this exchange with a mixture of confusion and amusement. “Is everything back to n-” Spencer started, and then seemed to think better of it “Is everything good again?” he asked. “Everything is great.” Ryan said around a mouthful of chips. “Awesome, thanks.” Brendon said and then hung up the phone. “Everything is amazing,” he added, coming up behind Ryan. “So then you guys…” Jon said. “Yep,” Brendon said, wrapping his arms around Ryan’s shoulders. “Oh,” he said, staring at Brendon’s arms. There was another awkward silence, there seemed to be a lot of those today. “Well, we’re happy for you guys!” Spencer said, elbowing Jon in the stomach. “Yeah,” Jon said, peeling his eyes away from them, “what took you so long?” They stood there for a few minutes, Jon and Spencer staring at them, Ryan shoveling chips into his mouth in Brendon’s arms, and Brendon swaying back and forth.

Spencer cleared his throat and went to sit down on the couch, Jon followed him. “You better not break up,” he called as he turned the TV on, “that would make it hard to be in a band together.”

“Why would we ever break up?” Brendon said softly, half to himself.

“So how did Rachel and Kelsey take the news?” Jon asked, flipping through channels. Brendon stiffened and stopped swaying. “Uhhh-well-we haven’t exactly told them yet.” He admitted. Jon glanced over his shoulder, “You probably should do that,” he said, “Before they find out for themselves.”

There was a knock on the door. “Tomorrow,” Brendon said, letting go of Ryan’s shoulders and walking to the door. Ryan practically attacked the pizza boxes in Brendon’s hands as he turned back inside. He pulled out a cheesy slice and ran to the table, the pizza already in his mouth.

Fifteen minutes later, Ryan leaned back in his seat, contented. Jon eyed the half empty pizza box in front of him with amusement. “Hungry much?” he asked, Ryan nodded, patting his stomach. “You really should feed yourself Ry,” Brendon said teasingly, throwing a napkin at him. “It’s your fault for leaving me,” he replied, throwing it back at him. Brendon’s smile faded, “Yeah, it is,” he said softly. Ryan crinkled his brow, “Ah, Bren, I didn’t mean...”

Spencer and Jon glanced at each other. “Well I’m going to bed now,” Spencer said standing up quickly. “Yeah,” Jon said, throwing a glance at Ryan and Brendon, “see you in the morning.” They ran into their bedroom. Brendon looked at Ryan smirking, “Let’s go,” he said motioning to their door.

Ryan crawled into his bed, exhausted. His mind began to drift as Brendon clanged around in the bathroom, going through the days events. Brendon flipped the light switch off, but instead of going into his own bed, climbed up beside Ryan. He felt Brendon wrap his arms around his waist. “Spencer and Jon are still here.” Ryan reminded him softly. “I know,” Brendon whispered, his lips beneath Ryan’s ear. He pressed his chin against Ryan’s shoulder. They both drifted off to sleep like that, Brendon’s bed staying untouched.

SUPER CUTE

but it made me want pizza

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