Is there Somewhere? - Ryden

5

Brendon had been to camp before. He had slept in a cabin with other boys before, but this experience? Yeah, this was way different than that.

For starters, they weren't in beds. They were laying on mattresses on the floor, side by side. Brendon's mattress mate was a boy with shaggy hair and bright blue eyes. He was tall and his feet dangled off of the mattress and onto the floor. Seeing that made Brendon chuckle. The boys name Dallon, and he was recruited by Joseph Trohman. Brendon had hoped Pete wouldn't play favorites with his band members recruits. It wouldn't be fair.

It was hard to fall asleep. Dallon kept brushing up against him or tossing and turning on his mattress. Finally, Brendon slipped into sleep, thankful that he would finally get the sleep he needed.

***

SPLASH

The sound filled the room, and suddenly he was awaken by a cold sensation flooding over his body. When he came to he was drenched with water. He sat up quickly and wiped his eyes free of the liquid only to see a smirking Ryan standing over his body. When he looked around he saw that he wasn't the only one. Every boy and their respective mentors were in the room. The boys were covered in water and the mentors were all wearing that same smirk Ryan was, while holding a silver bucket.

"You fucking prick!" Brendon all but screamed, legs moving to kick Ryan back, but to no avail.

Ryan only laughed, his entire body shaking as he did so. Fucking adorable. He was perfect. "It's called initiation asshole." He patted Brendon's arm gently, before biting at his lower lip. "Come on. We have a party to go to."

"A party? Really? At..." Brendon looked over at his iPhone, pressing the button so the screen lit up and he could read the time. "3 fucking AM!?" He said, shocked at that. "What are we? In fucking college?" He grumbled.

"Might as well be." Ryan countered. "Come on. You're in a mansion with a hundred celebrities. Are you really going to pass up a party like this?" He raises a brow gently and fuck, he's got a point.

So Brendon stands up, rolls his eyes and pushes past someone to follow the people walking out the door. He doesn't, however, follow Ryan, because fuck him for pouring water on him. He's still bitter.

***

The ocean is buzzing with people. Hundreds of people scatter the beach. There is a bar on the side, that seems to be already having it's affects on people. Brendon chuckles as he watches a woman take her top off and run into the ocean, a broad man following her in.

"Think they'll fuck in the ocean? God that's just unsanitary." A voice behind him let's out. Ryan.

"I'm still mad at you for the water thing. I was having a great ass dream." He replies, looking straight at the water.

"Oh yeah? What was it about?" Ryan questions, arm moving to wrap around Brendon's shoulders.

"I would tell you but... I don't like to talk about my sex dreams. Especially with the guy in it." Brendon smirks, looking at Ryan with slightly hooded eyes. He bites his bottom lip softly. Full sex appeal.

And for a moment Ryan looks the same way. He licks his lips gently and Brendon swears he watches Ryan's eyes fall to his lips. But it's gone as quickly as it begins, and Ryan is shaking his head and laughing softly. "You're ridiculous Urie." And yeah, he's probably right.

Brendon rolls his eyes gently and slips out from under Ryan's arm, taking it in his hand and pulling him towards the bar. He smiles when he feels Ryan willingly follow along with him.

Ryan stops at the bar and smirks at the blonde bartender. "One bottle of top shelf whiskey." Brendon can't help but smirk at that. Whiskey was his drink of choice, and if not whiskey, then he preferred an IPA light beer. He wondered if Ryan shared that same preference.

"Try not to drop it this time butterfingers." He nudges Ryan, who rolls his eyes.

"Am I ever going to live that down?" He asks with a small chuckle, grabbing the bottle the bartender hands to him.

Brendon snatches it from his fingers and takes a swig, humming softly as the whiskey burns the back of his throat. He winks at Ryan gently and shakes his head "hmm probably not." Ryan chuckles at Brendon's words and bites at his lower lip gently. "Don't you have celeb friends you need to hang out with? They'll probably get annoyed if you spend the whole night with me." Brendon let's out, eyes falling the look at the lip of the bottle he's holding.

"They can deal with it." Ryan starts. Brendon looks up at him and smiles softly, their eyes meeting. Ryan's eyes are sparkling in the moonlight, and fuck, Brendon has never seen anything more beautiful. "I'm hanging out with you tonight. Only you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."