A way to remember [Brentrick]

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Kinda in a rush he opened the door to the house. The brunette had his towel wrapped around his waist. Even when he wore something under it, he still kept it on. Patrick followed him in, soaked as well. The blonde gave Brendon a small nod before the brunette could run upstairs to his room.

In his mind he still had the picture in mind. Really, what was his relationship with Patrick? They are not brothers, that was for sure. Friends? Best friends? Best friends with...extras? Lovers or even more? Probably not! That was totally silly, right? He and the blonde together? No, even Brendon knew that this was stupid. Heavily sighing he started to dry his hear. Good that it was so hot outside that he could dry in the sun as well. For a moment he simply looked in the mirror, which hangs on the wall. He saw the unknown person. Brown eyes, dark brown hair and tall that was him, Brendon Boyd Urie. The boy who couldn't remember anything anymore.

Brendon wanted to do something but when he scent the smell of something good, he shook his head and walked down only to see Patrick in the kitchen, tries to make some food for them. It was almost adorable how much the blonde cared about him. Sad that he couldn't remember him at all.

Soundless he sat down at one of the empty chairs, watched Patrick for a while until the blonde turned around, a worried smile on his face. "Are you really alright Brendon?" he asked again. It was probably the sixth time this day that he asked this kind of question. Really, he was fine! Brendon didn't even felt any pain anymore, which was a great sigh for him.

"Yea, I'm fine Trick, don't worry all too much. When I was you, I would worry about the food much more right now" he giggled. Patrick immediately turned around, his attention on whatever he tried to cook.

Brendon leaned his head against the desk, closed his eyes and enjoyed the silence. He could hear how Patrick rushed over to the fridge, put something out of it and back to the stove.

Some minutes silently passed. No one said something. And suddenly there was an image in his head. He saw himself with the black haired guy, Pete. Beside him stand some other guys. Pete talked about something. At first it was totally blurry and he didn't understand anything, but slowly his words began to be clear. Pete talked about how great the band would be, how great it was to be famous and all that stuff. Someone, almost the same size as him, brown hair, who stands beside Brendon, pocked him, a small smile on his face. "This is our chance to be famous Brendon!" he said excited. What was his name again? Brendon frowned, tried to remember the name. Ah, yes, Ryan.

His gaze wandered to the other guys. They really seemed to be excited about it, just as Ryan. So, Pete was their boss?

"We will record the songs in the next few days. Please be punctual or else we won't do it" Pete smiled and walked away, left the future band alone.

It was also the day they got signed. It almost felt like a dream, not real.

Ryan packed Brendon on his arm and pulled him away, following the other guys. He almost felt happy, but then he got back into reality and notice that he was still in the kitchen with Patrick, who finished cooking. He sat on the table, looked at Brendon. "When you're sleepy, you probably should go to bed and sle-" "I just remembered something! I remembered the day when my band got signed!" Brendon shouted happily. Patrick pursed his lips, then softly smiled at him.

"I even remembered how Pete talked to me. I will get my memories back much earlier than expect when it's this easy!" With this words Brendon jump up, almost throw the chair back. It was good to know that his memories got back, part for part.

But one thing bothered him. Patrick made this face first before he was really happy, like he was afraid that he might say something bad.

Something probably really had happen between them. It can't be this bad since Patrick was still there for Brendon and all, but it was odd. Pretty odd.

After they had eaten, Brendon decides to walk around a little bit, hoped to find something interesting or something that might get his memories back. He actually wanted to help Patrick with the dishes, but Patrick had send him away; told him that he needs time to think about some things.

Brendon moved closer to the computer, which was in the living room. First he hesitated, but then he seeked for the start button and hoped for the best. Sadly all his hope faded away when he saw that he needs a password for the PC. The brunette started to try some words, like his name, the name of his band and some other things. After some minutes of hopeless trying, he gave up. There was no way that he could find the password. Maybe he was such a genius and had written it down somewhere. Maybe. He scanned the area, but there was nothing what could help him.

Slowly he walked back again, just to stop in front of the kitchen door. He could hear Patrick's voice through it. The blond talked to someone.

".........yea, he told me that he remembered his first meeting with you and all this........"

Brendon froze for a moment. Patrick also talked to Pete...but his voice sounded so worried, like he was not really happy about it. Brendon simply stood there, listen. What else should he do? Maybe when he would listen closely, he might find out why Patrick sounded so worried. Damn it! What really happen between them?

Brendon was probably a little bit too deep in his mind because suddenly he had a door in his face. "Oh! I'm really sorry Brendon!" Patrick apologized. The brunette only shook his head. "Hey, it's okay dude, really. You really worry much too much. "

Patrick rolled his eyes. "Yea, because you lost all your memories, still can pass out and you're pretty chilled about it" He knew that it was Brendon's nature to be like this (and he was really happy about it that he was still the same, just with less memories) but he was worried. Not only because of this, he was worried that Brendon remembers this at some point.

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//Note: HOly Sh*t an update! I'm really sorry that this took so long! The chapter was actually pretty long, but I cut it down to 1000 words here...yea. And guess what makes Patrick so worried? XD