Dear Ryan Ross
Dude?

Dear Ryan Ross
Hey, answer your phone!

Dear Ryan Ross
I'm coming over and you can't stop me, asshole

Brendon pocketed his phone as he jogged to Ryan's house. He had caught a ride home with his friend Spencer Smith today, but he had yet to talk to Ryan after what happened onstage. He was now walking the short distance between their houses in order to check on Ryan.

When he got to Ryan's house, he didn't even bother going to the front door. Instead, he walked along the side of the house, ducking under the living room window, and quietly sneaking through the gate that lead to the backyard.

The very first window beyond the gate was connected to Ryan's room. When Brendon peeked inside, he could see a figure curled up on the bed. Anything else was hard to distinguish, however, because the lights were turned off.

Brendon bit his lip as he lightly tapped the window. When the figure he assumed to be Ryan didn't stir, he sighed and instead began to check if the window would rise at all.

It did.

Brendon pushed it open enough to allow himself access. He somehow managed to slip in quietly and move across the room at the same volume.

"Ryan?" Brendon called out in a loud whisper. He had reached the side of the bed now. Ryan's sleeping face was visible in the dim light. One arm was tightly hugging his side while the other stuck off his bed, just slightly.

Brendon moved some of the wavy brown hair that covered a portion of Ryan's face with a sad smile on his face. "At least you made it home." He whispered.

Brendon's touch lingered above Ryan's forehead, possibly being the cause of the sleeping boy to open his eyes. "Brendon?"

"Yea, it's me, Ryan."

"Oh..." Ryan blinked slowly, "Am I dreaming?"

Brendon kneeled down next to the bed so that his face was level with Ryan's. "You tell me." He grinned, tilting his head in order to push his lips against Ryan's. He also let his fingers brush through Ryan's hair as the tired boy kissed him back.

"Maybe." Ryan sighed when Brendon pulled his lips away from his. He looked at Brendon for a moment before adding, "What are you doing in my room?"

Brendon laughed. "Should I continue the lines or give you an honest answer?"

Ryan looked confused at first, but a slow smile spread across his face with a giggle. "You're a dork."

"And you have some explaining to do." Brendon's expression grew serious, "What happened earlier? Are you okay?"

Ryan frowned. He looked away from Brendon, choosing to instead look at his hand that still hung over the edge of the bed.

"Talk to me." Brendon held out his hand, pressing it against Ryan's hand that held his side.

Ryan hissed, shutting his eyes tightly & causing Brendon to pull his hand back. Ryan bit his lip before opening his eyes to look at Brendon.

"Are you the kid that got your ass kicked at school the other day?" Brendon asked with worry. Did Ryan have broken ribs? Did he need a hospital?

Ryan shook his head. "I told you, I was sick."

Just after Ryan spoke, there were loud shouts outside of his closed door. Brendon turned towards it, but Ryan was quick to dismiss it. "Surround sound. They're really into TV dramas."

"Guess the apple didn't fall too far from the tree." Brendon turned back to Ryan with a sad smile. He pushed Ryan's hair back again, holding his palm against his forehead. "If not getting your ass kicked at school, what's wrong with your gut?"

Ryan was quiet for a moment. "I did fall on the bathtub on my sick day when I lost my footing." He finally answered, though he didn't meet Brendon's gaze as he said it.

"Dumb ass!" Brendon laughed before pressing a kiss to Ryan's forehead, "Were you too embarrassed to tell me?"

Ryan shrugged, still refusing to look Brendon in the eye.

Brendon sighed. He pulled his hand away from Ryan's forehead and leaned his own against the same spot. "Can I make you feel better tonight?"

"How?" That caught Ryan's attention. His brown eyes flickered to Brendon's.

Brendon smiled. "Can I spend the night? Just lay next to you, like we used to do."

Ryan nodded, "I'm not feeling up to anything kinky, though."

"Deal." Another kiss was pressed to Ryan's forehead before Brendon was on his feet. He moved around the bed before crawling into it, behind Ryan. He snuggled himself into the mattress and blankets before nuzzling his face against the back of Ryan's neck. He could hear the other boy suck in a soft breath, only making Brendon smile.

"Don't sweat, just me." Brendon said as he draped his arm over Ryan's side.

Ryan flinched, but slowly eased into Brendon's light touch. The air was quiet between them. Yelling could still be heard from the other side of Ryan's door, but both teens ignored it. Brendon could feel himself dozing off when Ryan called out softly to him.

"Yea?.." Brendon mumbled, flashing his eyes open for a split second before letting them drop shut again.

"What does this make us?" Ryan asked in a soft voice that Brendon almost missed.

"What you mean?.."

"Brendon... I really like you." Ryan continued in his low tone, "We always do things like kiss and tease but... I don't know where it leaves us."

"I like you..." Brendon mumbled, only catching bits of Ryan's words. He was so comfortable; with Ryan's warmth and the softness of where he was laying, it was so hard to remain conscious...

"So... Can we be a thing?" Ryan asked, hopefully. "I know you still hurt from Dallon, but I can help with it! You help me so much..."

Brendon hummed in agreement. Ryan's voice was soothing him closer to sleep. His voice was so nice.

"Really!?" Ryan sounded excited before he sucked in a sharp breath. "I mean... I really like you, Brendon..."

Brendon hummed softly, one more time before he was out like a light.

It was dark when Brendon was brought back to consciousness by a vibrating in his pants. He pulled his arm away from Ryan, who was still and breathing steadily, to roll on his back. He groaned softly as he stuck his hand in his pants pockets to dig out his phone. He ended up searching three of the four before finally digging it out.

He flinched at the light of the screen, having to take a moment to adjust to the sudden light change before he could view the message that had caused his phone to start vibrating in the first place.

Brendon I I ned yout hep
Dallon

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A/N~ Hey, guys! If you guys are watching the band fiction awards, you'll see that the Kik series & When The Doctor Was Me are nominated WHAT

The Kik series is up for best series & WTDWM is up for both best undiscovered and best fanfiction plot ((I SQUEALED WHEN I SAW IT UP FOR BEST PLOT LIKE HOLY SHIT)) so if you guys would like to vote them up, please do!! I'd appreciate it but y'all don't have to, I'm just so happy they're even there! Aahh!

Okay, that is all, hope you enjoyed the chapter <3

~Skittles Out~