Is there Somewhere? - Ryden

9

"Ryan!" Brendon calls out, following behind the man who seems to be trying his best to get away from Brendon. He follows him closely, not daring to let the boy get away. "Ry... I didn't sing it to hurt you I... That song was so amazing I had to do it. I had to share it with someone, if not everyone."

They turn the corner and suddenly Ryan stop, turning on his heels to look Brendon square in the eyes. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" He hisses, eyes narrowed and fists clenched. "You think you can just do whatever you want and everything will be okay!?"

Brendon presses his lips together, head hanging. "No... I...-"

"What did you think was going to happen Bren? That I would be grateful for you singing a song that fucking personal about my life? Do you even get what that songs about?" Pause. "No of course you don't." He turns around, throws his bedroom door open and steps inside. Brendon slips in with him unheard, closing the door behind him.

It takes Brendon a moment to gain his strength and then "it's about your dad, right? He died right? He had an alcohol problem and he died because he couldn't stop drinking. 'Sit back relapse again'?". Ryan turns, looking at Brendon in pure awe. "And in another song, nails for breakfast tacks for snacks, you talk about being alone in your house. Your fathers not there, because he's what? In the hospital again? Ryan I get it. I might not know what you went through or how it feels to have a father like that but, fuck, if there's anything I understand it's music and how you can pour all your feelings into a song because that's your only way of letting it all out. Fuck, I get it. But that song, that fucking song was one of the best I've preformed in years. People deserved to hear that song and I... I couldn't just let it die in some old song bo--"

Suddenly Ryan's hands are on his waist, and his lips are pressed against Brendon's. It takes him a moment, but Brendon kisses back, his arms wrapping around Ryan's neck, fingers locking into his hair. The kiss is heated. Their lips move together perfectly with Ryans upper lip caught in Brendon's mouth and Brendon's lower lip between Ryan's teeth.

After what seems like only a second, Ryan pulls back, a smirk pulling at his cheeks as his hand moves so his thumb can swipe over Brendon's lower lip. "You're not mad at me anymore?" Brendon all but whimpers. Ryan shakes his head gently, a small chuckle falling from his perfect lips.

"No one has ever cared about my music that much. No one has ever been able to sing my words and make them sound right. Not even me. But then you come along and you just seem to get it. God, Bren. I've never met anyone like you... You just get me."

Brendon nods gently, smile so big it could probably light up the entire fucking room.

"You need to go back for the top thirty announcement. And I need to go take Helena to her hotel room and get Dottie... But...." He sighs and leans in gently, pecking Brendon's lips again quickly. "Come back here tonight. Spend the night with me..."

Brendon nods gently, hands moving to play with the hair on the nape of Ryan's neck. "Youre presuming I make it to the top thirty."

Ryan laughs softly at that and nods his head gently. "Pete would be fucking stupid not to pick you for at least, his top 5. Top thirty won't be a problem. Now go, claim your spot." He nods to the door and Brendon nods, kissing Ryan one last time before sliding out of the door and into the hallway, as if nothing ever happened. As if he hadn't just made out with Ryan fucking Ross.

***

"Dallon Weekes, Sarah Orzechowski, Tyler Joseph, Lolo...." Really? What kind of name was Lolo? "Brendon Urie..."

Finally. He walked up on stage, smiling gently. He was trying to be modest, but he belonged up there. He belonged in the top thirty.

It wasn't a huge deal. Not at all. But to the seventy people who were now being ushered out of the door, it was huge. It was the worst day of their lives. Poor people. Brendon actually felt bad for them.

"Your song today was amazing." The brunette next to him whispers into his ear. When he turns to look at her he realizes it's Sarah, the hot girl from last night. The girl who was chosen by Hayley Williams. And fuck, she was hotter up close.