unhealthy ryden

i have friends in holy spaces

Ryan and I met because of a common interest we have. We both were big fans of the band Fall Out Boy, so we really connected over that. We were best friends, we told each other everything, and we could talk for hours and hours and never run out of things to talk about. The year is 2006, and we met in December 2004, when we were both 15, at a Fall Out Boy concert. It was the best night of my life, and I think it was his too. From that day on we were inseparable and connected instantly. 

I always saw him as just a friend, nothing more. We are both gay, so we'd both date other people, and we'd always give each other advice, and comfort one another when we were heartbroken, and lots of other crap friends do. But never would I imagine we'd become more than friends, and never did I imagine it would affect my life so resentfully. 

My name is Brendon Urie, and this is the story of Ryan Ross. 

One night, I was on vacation with my family in Florida. It was June 2005, and school had just gone out for summer. Ryan was home, as usual. Because to be quite honest, he didn't have much of a life. I was having a good time on vacation with my family, and of course I stayed in touch with Ryan. He was my best friend after all. We would call every night before we'd go to bed, or at least until his father took his phone from him. His father always treated him like a child, which I never understood, but it was never my business, so I went with the flow. 

One night, after Ryan had gotten his phone taken, I plugged my phone in to charge, and went to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night sweating. I could barely catch my breath. I stood up to gain conscience back, and that's when it all hit me. I had a dream about Ryan. 

It wasn't just any dream, it was a wet dream. A dream about him touching me, interlocking his fingers with mine, pressing his warm body against mine, purely making love to me. I just shook it off and went back to bed, or so I tried. How real that dream felt, and how the feelings started pouring in. Ryan? My best friend Ryan? I always knew he was attractive and all, but Ryan? It couldn't happen, and I wouldn't let it happen. 

The morning after the dream, I got up to take my morning piss. As I was in the bathroom, thoughts of my dream came flooding through my mind. As I replayed the whole scene in my head, I ended up just laughing about it. He's my best friend, I don't like him.

Boy was I wrong.