Hurricane~ Brendon And Ryan Love Story ♥

Ryan p.o.v

It had been ages since I'd seen the band, and now I was going to see them for the first time in months.

I sat on the bus, twiding my thumbs nervously and waiting. When Jon and I left the band, it left me heart-broken. Not just because I was leaving my life behind- which I was- but because of my feelings towards Brendon. Yeah, yeah, so what, I was in love with my best friend.

And I missed him like crazy.

The worst part was that he was biséxual, and that meant he had a girlfriend with no consollations. He thought that I was biséxual, too, but I wasn't. I was full-fledged gay, and gay for him nonetheless.

The bus suddenly slowed to a stop, and I looked up fiercely. I swallowed hard, already seeing Brendon and Spencer waiting at the bus stop for me. Brendon's hands were shoved in to the pockets of his black hoodie. He was wearing that and white skinny jeans, with his dark brown hanging over his forehead. He clearly hadn't had much time to do his hair, but it still looked perfect. Everything about Brendon was perfect.

I got off the bus, waving shortly to Brendon and Spencer, but instantly had the air knocked out of me as they ran and crushed me.
"Oof!" I almost fell over, and would have if not for Brendon and Spencer holding me up.
"Guys! Can't. Breathe!" They let go of me, chuckling, and Brendon pulled me in for another quick hug.

"Sorry, Ry ry. We missed you."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, enough with the sappy sentimental cráp, I missed you guys too. But I'm back now, and that's all that matters

"Are you staying?" Brendon asked, his eyes hopeful. I thought.

"...Maybe." I finally decided. I wasn't sure yet if I was back in Nevada for good, or if I was going back to my sister. Though a plane and two bus rides seemed a completely unfair way to go see Brendon, I thought, I might have to stay.

Brendon and Spencer seemed to accept this, nodding to themselves, and linked their arms through mine, starting to lead me away.

"So, are you guys still in the same place, or...?" They nodded.
Cool, I thought, almost tearing up. The apartment. I haven't seen the apartment in so long.

We went in Spencer's car back to the apartment, and I took a deep breath walking in. I let out a whistle. "Wow, Bren. Looks exactly the same as when I last left it." He rolled his eyes, and I gestured to the still messy kitchen bench top and desk in the corner.

"Hey, not true," Spencer pouted. "We got new curtains."

I rolled my eyes, looking over at them. "No, you did not," I laughed. "Those were a gift from me."

Spencer rolled his eyes and muttered something about it being a cheap gift. Sure, it had been a cheap gift. It had been a gift to them because of the fuss they'd thrown that I was moving out. Things had gotten...complicated, when I realised I had feelings for Brendon. I couldn't stand to look at him without feeling my heart break, and it didn't help when Jon left the band. I followed in his actions, thinking it was the easiest escape. It wasn't. I couldn't live without Brendon...and Spencer.
So, I had gotten Brendon a keychain with his name carved in to it- it had been very expensive- but had backed out of giving it to him at the last minute. I still had it, and I kept it in my jeans pocket to keep him close to me. So what if it was weird and potentially stalkerish? Even putting aside the fact that I loved him, he was my best friend! So there, that justifies my actions...I think?

"Ry! Yo! Earth to Ryan!" Spencer snapped his fingers in my face, and I shook my head, snapping out of my daydream.

"Sorry, what?"
"He's losing his shít again, Bren," Spencer muttered to Brendon, and I frowned.
"He's always zoned out like that Spence, give him a break..."

"You guys! I'm right here?"

They both chuckled, and Brendon came to put an arm around me. I tried not to show it, but I tensed just a tiny bit. I was seriously contemplating just throwing him over my shoulder and kidnapping him.

Yeah, that'd be nice. Having possession of Brendon's body. Oh, the things I would do with Brendon's body.

I started to zone out again, so shook my head, trying to listen to what Brendon and Spencer were saying.

They were apparently arguing over where to go for dinner, and turned to me. "Well, Mexican or Chinese, Ryan?"

"Oh, uh..." Who was picking what? I didn't want to side with anyone! "Chinese?" I asked, and Spencer scowled, while Brendon clapped his hands together. "So it's settled then, go get your purse, woman," Spencer poked his tongue out, and Brendon ruffled my hair.

"You have great taste Ry, it's why I love you," He kissed my cheek jokingly, before dancing out of the room.

I raised my hand to my cheek, touching where his lips had been. "I love you too, Brendon." I whispered.