Brendon's POV

It had been about an hour or two from when I hugged Ryan. I still couldn't believe that he's never been hugged before. Ever since then, in the past hour, I hadn't really let go of him. It was about 11:30, so that makes...1 and a half hours of me just hugging a basically stranger. But h didn't seem to mind. Up and down the stairs, across the hallway, playing video games, I had my arms around his shoulders and he just kept going on with life like I was a parrot on a pirate.

But I liked that.

I should get to know Ryan. He seemed like a nice person, and lonely. I think he needed a friend, and that should be me!

Maybe even more..

Shut up, Brendon.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and let him practically drag me down the stairs after Spencer's mom yelled that the pizza was here. All the other guys hurried ahead of us, but Ryan didn't seem to be in a hurry. He reached up to grab my arm, and kept walking like I was a scarf he was holding. I laughed as we reached the kitchen at the thought of that, and, without even knowing what I was laughing at, Ryan giggled lightly with me. His personality was so perfect.

A pizza box was shoved at us, with 6 pieces left. I grabbed one, but noticed that Ryan didn't get one. I poked his cheek with my slice, and he seemed to snap back to attention. He smiled at me, getting the smallest piece. Was he blushing?

"Damn, Ryan, always zoning out!" I teased. He laughed under his breath, and it seemed forced. I frowned, tapping his back as we all sat at a table. He faked another smile at me, sitting on a long bench. I slid in next to him, Pete and Patrick squishing on either side of us. Pete grabbed Ryan's cheek, and Patrick leaned his elbow on my shoulder, laying his head in his hand. They were both just smiling, looking at each other. Pete nodded, and Patrick made an agreeing nod, like they knew each other's next move all the time.

"Hey!" I said, annoyed, but laughed and wrapped my other arm around Patrick's waist. We all laughed, Pete the hardest. He always laughed a lot.

"You two are so cute!" The brown haired, chubby boy laughed, poking Ryan's face. Ryan jerked away as if overwhelmed, and huddled up. He played a small smile, but I could literally barely tell because his blush was the same colour as his lips.

"Hey, dude, shut up!" I managed to keep a serious face and elbow Patrick's stomach.

"You are!" Pete said, throwing his arms around Ryan's shoulders over-dramatically. "Oh my Prince Ryan! I will never release you!"

I laughed but noticed Ryan's smiles were forced. Patrick joined in, wrapping his around my neck. "I'll never let go, Ryan!" he reenacted the dramatic scene from Titanic.

"I hate you guys," I sighed, pushing him off and pulling off Pete. "You're making the poor guy scared."

Ryan's POV

"You're making the poor guy scared." Brendon motioned towards me. No, I wanted to tell him. They were right, I loved it how he hung on me wherever I went.

Ignoring it, I bit my pizza. It tasted like heaven, I hadn't eaten anything in the past couple days that wasn't stale, rotten, or cold. Maybe all three, who knows. A couple weeks ago my mom and dad had gotten in a huge fight, and my mom had left. Neither me or my dad knew where she was, but my dad didn't even know where he was most of the time. He was just always drunk or on drugs.

"He seems to be taking it well, don't cha, RyRy?" Pete pinched my cheek again. I smiled, scooting off of the back of the bench.

"I'm tired." I stated. I honestly really was. My eyes drooped as Brendon stood up and tangled his arms through my hair. I leaned into him this time, and all the guys agreed and we headed up the stairs.

Wait, were me and Brendon going to sleep together? I barely knew him! I mean, if he does end up with his arms still around me, I don't mind but...

Spencer yawned, starting to head upstairs. "I am too."

Patrick hopped on Pete's back, both of their eyes wide. "We're not tired at all!"

Sighing, Brendon layed heavily against me. "Of course you two aren't. I am. " He looked at me. "I'm glad you invited Ryan, Spence. I'm gonna be his friend."

I smiled as Brendon smiled at me, the others 'awwing'

"You already are my best friend." I whisper so that only he can hear, and leaned my head on his. He smiled wider, moving his hands down around my mid section. My arms moved around his neck and we stood there for a minute, closing our eyes. I forgot about the others around me, and as I remembered I opened my eyes to find them staring.

Oh god.

I wanted to pull away, act like that never happened, but Brendon hadn't noticed and his eyes were still closed.

I didn't want to make him anything but happy.

He still had a wide smile playing across his face. Spencer cleared his throat loudly, rocking back on his heels. Pete and Patrick followed Andy up the stairs, and Jon gave us a weird look. Spencer had to break his eyes from us, his eyebrow cocked.

Oh no.

"Ignore them. They can be butts." Brendon smiled at me, pulling me up the stairs. "You can just sleep with me on the floor okay? I brought my favourite pillow and cover."

I nodded, once again feeling like everyone was just strangers.