SMOKE (rydon)

Where do we even start?

"Where do we even start...." Ryan said, looking around the public library. Getting a few weird looks from the people around him, Ryan realized no one else could see brendon and got out his phone pretending to talk into it. Brendon laughed, sitting ontop of the book shelf. "I can do whatever the fuck I want and you have to make sure to not say weird things and talk into a phone! Maybe being a ghost is awesome!" Brendon said, chuckling afterwards. Ryan looked up at him, with a rather stern look. "Fuck you!" He whisper-shouted into the phone. "I know you wanna" brendon said, winking (A.N: I can imagine it like this: ;D) Ryan blushed, an awkward, for ryan, silence fell between them. Only to be interrupted by a parent volunteer for the library, "can I help you with anything?" She asked, adding a smile even though Ryan could see that if she had the chance, she would bolt out of here in a second flat. "Uh, yeah. Do you know where the criminal records are of um..." Ryan paused, trying to remember what year brendon died in "1987!" Brendon yelled. "1987 please" the lady nodded "yep, upstairs in the far back of where the computers and conference rooms are, want me to show you?" She replied. "No, thank you" Ryan said and nodded. "Ok, if you need anymore help come and find me." She nodded and rolled her little book cart away, putting away books on the way. "Upstairs....? They have that here now?" Brendon questions. "Of course, why do you think this building is two fucking stories high?" Ryan said, with a hint of sarcasm and a hint of annoyance. Brendon rolled his eyes and floated above ryan, who was making his way to the stairs.

"Found the criminal records!" Brendon yelled to ryan, who was looking up brendons name on the library catalog. "Found you..." He said as he clicked on the 'More Information' label of the file. '20cbu' Ryan wrote on a small sheet of paper.

Once he got to the files he looked in the 20c spot for his file. "20ca, 20cae, 20cbm, 20cbu!" Ryan said, pulling out the file. "Yay! Now I can find out who the fuck killed me and haunt them forrrrever!!!" Brendon said happily. Ryan rolled his eyes. "It says he's out of prison now, only a fifteen year sentence for a murder of an 18 year old. Wow" Ryan said. "Oh wow someone's really good with math! All it says is 1988-2003" brendon said, laughing "you're acting like an adult here ryan! What happened to the fun ryan?" Brendon said, whining. "Oh, you want fun ryan? Youll see that in bed tonight" Ryan said, winking. Receiving a weird glance from the librarian, Ryan got his phone again. "Um yeah it says Charles Benjamin Urie killed you...." Ryan said "What the fuck?! My god damned uncle?!" Brendon said. Ryan nodded and got up. "Might as well check this out... So Im not talking into my phone this whole time...." Ryan said. Brendon nodded.

"Mr.Ross.... It says you don't have a membership to the public library.." The old librarians crackly voice said. "Uh I just moved here" Ryan said. "Oh, we can give you a one month free trial for new comers" she said. New comers? The fuck was this lady on? "Yes, I'd like that."

After what felt like hours setting up a membership thing. Ryan was outside, with the file, and a library card. "Where's brendon now.." Ryan said, looking around. He felt a tap on his shoulder, thinking it was brendon Ryan said "fuck you, learn to stay with me." He turned around to see an elderly woman, looking confused. "I was going to ask you if you could help me across the road...." She said. "Oh! I'm sorry, ma'am! I thought you were someone else! I apologize for my foul language!" Ryan said frantically. He had a habit of acting totally different with his friends than with strangers or adults.

After helping the lady across the street, he heard laughing coming from a bush. "YOU JACKASS!" Ryan yelled and kicked brendon. "Ow! Fuckkkk that hurt! One downside of you being able to touch me..." Brendon. Ryan, of course realizing that sounded innapropriate, broke out into a laughing fit, falling onto the ground. Brendon, shortly after figured out why Ryan was laughing, and ended up laughing with him. The crazy teen laughing on the ground by himself must've been a sight, eh? Ryan got up, realizing the countless weird looks. Wow! He's on a roll with the weird looks today, isn't he?

Once they got back from walking back to Ryan's house, they ran up to his room, well... Yet again, brendon floated. "So your uncle killed you? That's some messed up shit..." Ryan said, setting the file down on his dresser. "I think I... Um... Know why...?" Brendon said quietly.