P!ATD ONE SHOTS

The Text//Ryden

Ryan's P.O.V:

"It's 2015 now I need to get over him." I muttered to myself.

I couldn't help but to just stare blankly as memories filled my brain like a storm. Brendon was always there for me. We did everything together. But then I lost it...his trust, our friendship. It was my fault. I should of never left him with his heart broken.

I stood up from the couch and walked over to the fridge to get some water. But then there was a knock on the door.

I opened the door and was greeted with a hug from my girlfriend.

"How was your day?" I questioned her, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"It was great, how was yours babe?" she asked smiling.

"It was fine I guess, kinda slow and boring." I shrugged.

She walked into the living room and sat herself onto the couch. She got comfortable and waved me to come over.

"Ryan...babe, what's wrong?" she said concerned.

"Nothing," I stuttered, "I'm fine."

"Are you sure baby you seem kind of upset about something." she said softly.

"There's nothing to worry about I'm fine...I'm just tired...gonna go get some sleep." I managed to choke out.

I made my way into the room and laid face down on the bed. I rolled over and tilted the picture of me and Brendon towards myself. The one from the Nine In The Afternoon video. The lyrics flooded my mind. Brendon's voice filled my head. I closed my eyes and sighed.

"No, I'm not fine, at all." I whispered to myself.

My eyes filled with tears and hot streams of tears rolled down my cheeks and onto the pillow.

"It was all my fault", I repeated to myself, "I should of stayed."

THE NEXT MORNING:

I woke up with my face damp. My pillows were wet. The picture of me and Brendon was sitting on my chest face down.

It was really early. I walked into the living room and picked up my phone. I scrolled through Instagram, reading all the comments of people talking about Brendon and asking why I left the band. It breaks my heart honestly. I know I need to get over him and all but can't the fans too? I know there's some fans that tell me positive things about my new music and new life, but other fans bring up things from the past a little too much.

I was scrolling through my feed until I came upon a picture that Brendon posted on the bands account. I haven't went through that account in years. The picture was a picture of them on stage in front of thousands of people at a festival. It literally crushed my heart into a thousand pieces. I started to tear up. I would do anything to be in the band again.

I went off of Instagram and into my contacts. I scrolled down to the Bs. I clicked on Brendon contact information and clicked on send message.

My heart was pounding. I had over a million butterflies in my stomach. I'm going to do this, I'm telling Brendon how I feel. I felt my teardrops hit my hand as I went to type.

My heart almost beat out of my chest as I typed.

"I miss you."

I stared at the send button. I closed my eyes and pressed send.

My heart was in my throat. I felt like I was gonna puke.

I put my phone down with the screen facing the floor. My hands were shaking. I was terrified of seeing his response. Was he even going to reply? Was he gonna deny my text or was he going to reply something upsetting back? Questions overwhelmed me.

My phone buzzed. I closed my eyes tightly. I flipped over my phone and looked at my lock screen. I gasped in shock. I stared at the words on the screen that said,

Brendon:
"I miss you too Ross."

My heart dropped.