Is there Somewhere? - Ryden

15

Spencer and Jon were a couple of the funniest guys Brendon had ever met. Jon was this lanky guy with a full beard and fluffy brown hair. His breath smelled of a mix between cigarettes and weed, but that didn't bother Brendon. Spencer, however, was clean. He had a small stubble and smoothed out brown hair. He wore a plain black t-shirt with blue jeans. Spencer looked like a boy Brendon would have met in church, and when he first saw him he questioned his ability to play the drums. Then the guy got his fingers on sticks, and fuck, was Brendon wrong. He played with a passion Brendon had never seen before. It reminded him of his passion of singing. Or even, Ryan's passion for writing. It was as if the two boys belonged in that group with him and Ryan. It felt right.

"When the fuck did you find time to write this Ryan?" Jon asked before placing a rolled piece of paper between his teeth and lighting it up. Brendon knew it was a joint the minute the smell filled his nose.

"Dude I wrote this back when I was twenty. I had nothing but time back then." He chuckles, grabbing the joint from Jon's lips and putting it between his own. He took in a slow drag and smirked before passing it back to Spencer.

"I'm surprised you even decided to play it. You never even let anyone see your lyric book, nonetheless, let someone else sing your lyrics." The boy behind the drums says, his fingers offering the joint to Brendon, who gladly takes it and sucks in a long hit.

"Bren didn't really give me a choice." Ryan explains, giving Brendon a small smirk before looking back down at his powder blue guitar.

"I knew there was a reason i liked Brendon." Spencer winks, making Brendon laugh softly. "It's a good song Ryan. And you two sound fucking amazing together."

Brendon smiles at that and looks back at Jon, who has his fingers out expectantly. Brendon passes him the joint and laughs. "Sorry dude. Forgot I had it."

"We got ourselves a bogart." Jon mumbles jokingly, making Ryan laugh loudly.

"You're an asshole Walker." Brendon mumbles, giving Ryan a small glare. That shuts him up. He brings a finger to his mouth and mocks zipping his lips.

"Okay now I really like Brendon. Anyone who can make Ryan shut the fuck up is a good person in my book." Spencer states. Brendon and Jon both chuckle softly, but Ryan turns around and throws a pick at Spencer, who quickly moves out of the way just in time.

"Alright, alright." Brendon chuckles. "As much fun as smoking and making fun of Ryan is, we need to run the song again." The others nod and Brendon turns back to the mic. "Okay. One, two, three, four...."

***

"Come save me from walking of a window sill or I'll sleep in the rain." Brendon sings out, smiling right at Pete Wentz, who's smiling right on back. "Don't you remember when I was a bird and you were a map!"

Brendon's eyes move to Ryan, who's lips are pressed against the mic, his long fingers wrapped around his guitar. His eyelids flutter closed and his body sways to the beat Spencer is playing behind him. "And now he drags down miles in America, briefcase in hand. The stove is creeping up his spine again, can't get enough trash."

Brendon moves back to his mic to sing along with Ryan. "Ahhh, he took the days for pageant, became as mad as rabbits. With bushels of bad habits."

Ryan's head tilts to look at Brendon, who smiles right back at him as Ryan sings "and who could ask for anymore?"

Brendon chimes in "yeah who could have more?"

The crowd is smiling, and so is Pete as he takes down notes. The song goes on. At one point Brendon turns to play his guitar to Spencer, who's hair is bouncing as he plays the drum. Spencer mouths "I love the view" and nods to Brendon's ass, making Brendon laugh gently.

At another break while Ryan is singing he turns to Jon and plays with him, guitars almost touching as they play. He bounces around on stage and returns to the mic, a huge smiles playing at his full lips. Ryan moves to his mic, singing into it with Brendon. They look up into each other's eyes and Ryan cracks the first smile of the night. He looks perfect in this light, and if Brendon wasn't on the stage he's kiss the boy right now. But he is on stage, so he just sings.

"We must reinvent love
Reinvent love
Reinvent love"

The music plays out but Brendon finds himself looking into Ryan's eyes, and he sees Ryan looking back. Suddenly there's this electricity in the air that can't seem to be broken.

He finds himself looking away when the audience begins to clap for them. He clears his throat gently. "Thank you. Thank you very much." He smiles, waving softy at the crowd before stepping off. He couldn't look at Ryan a second longer or else he would jump on him right there. He had to go. He had to leave. Now.