Drunk - rydon/ryden fic

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{Ryan PoV}

After our soft but brief kiss, brendon smiled, giggled, then told me he needed a "quick nap-nap" and then passed out on my bunk. I was too tired to lift him onto his own bed so I slept on his. I couldn't help but notice I slept a lot better in his bed. I think it was because it smelt like him. But it did take me a while to actually get to sleep because my mind was racing with what brendon had just done. He kissed me. My head was filled with questions. Does that mean I'm the one he likes? Or did he do it because he was drunk? Did he mean it when he said he loved me? Was it all because he was drunk? Did he mean any of it? After an hour I realised there was no way of knowing until morning, so I let it go for a while so I could get some sleep.

Now it's morning, and I'm freaking out.

I think we were back on the road by 8am, but it didn't wake brendon. I don't think anything is going to wake brendon. He is still passed out on my bunk, but I'm sitting on the couch bouncing my knee, trying get rid of my nervous energy. I keep asking myself why I'm nervous, and I always end up with the same answer. What happens when he wakes up?
Should I talk to him? Should I wait for him to talk to me? I can't remember the kiss all that well because I was quite drunk too, but all I know is I want to do it again. But my thoughts all suddenly stopped.
He had just walked in.

{Brendon pov}

As soon as I woke up, I immediately regretted waking up. I could feel my brain pulsing and it hurt to open my eyes. I felt dizzy when I tried to lift my head, but I knew I had to get up. I needed water desperately. I squeezed my eyes and slowly got to my feet, holding on to the bunk for support. I tried opening one of my eyes and saw that I was in Ryan's bunk. I froze. What was I doing in Ryan's bunk? What happened last night? I groan. I hope I didn't do anything stupid. I open the door and start making my way toward to front of the bus. I felt the bus moving and knew it must be past 8. I hold onto everything around me to keep me stable but I was feeling incredibly dizzy again. I make my way to sofa and collapse onto a cushion. After about a minute my head had stopped spinning so I decided to try opening my eyes again. I sensed a person next to me as well, so I opened an eye to see who it was. I then find myself looking at a wide-eyed Ryan Ross.
I sit looking at him for a minute, waiting for him to joke about my actions last night, but he says nothing. He just stares back.
"Mornin' " I croak. My own voice makes me wince because it sounds way, way too loud. He looked surprised, but then replied.
"Morning Bren"
I couldn't help but notice how tense and confused he looked. I was about to say something but then my stomach lurched. I got out a "Ry-" before I had to rush to the bathroom. I threw up into the toilet, and just the taste of the puke almost made me vomit again. I don't know how long I was in there, but after a while I heard Ryan come in. He sat down next to me and started to rub my back soothingly. When it got really bad he whispered little words of comfort.
"It's okay, Bren"
"It'll be over soon"
"You're doing great, B"
They actually helped me a lot, but I think it was mainly because it was Ryan. There was eventually a lull in the vomiting, and I took the opportunity to get some information.

"What happened last night?"