Drunk - rydon/ryden fic

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{Ryan pov}

Confused at Brendon's sudden exit, I make my way over to Jon and Spencer.
"Hey guys, what's up with brendon?" I say casually, trying to sound worried, but not too worried. They both shrug, neither of them having witnessed the brunette speeding into the toilet with the drink. it kind of looked like apple juice, but in a glass bottle?

I look at the bathroom door for a minute, waiting for something to click in my head that may give me some kind of answer. I was still upset with Brendon, but that didn't stop me from being worried. I do love him, after all. I sigh after coming to the conclusion that I will have to ask him myself, if I really want to know what's going on, although I don't particularly want to start another conversation so soon after the one we just had.

I quietly make my way to the bathroom, and put my ear against the door, trying to find a clue to what's going on. My knees go weak when I hear him crying. Brendon's crying? Why is he crying? He's the one who just walked away from me! It took all I had to tell him what happened last night, and he's crying? What could I have possibly done?! I was so confused. But I'm snapped back to reality when I hear the crying get considerably louder. Brendon was obviously trying to keep his emotions quiet until now.

Jon and Spencer were now both looking towards the bathroom too, both obviously even more confused than before.
"Is that Bren?" Spencer asks confused, completely oblivious to what happened between me and Brendon the night before.
"Yeah, it is!" Jon says, and then he and Spencer pace over to the door next to me. My mouth has gone dry and my hands are starting to shake, I really hope that they don't notice. How can I get out of that one? I can't tell them that I'm deathly worried if Brendon's okay because he is my world, because I'm pretty sure I'm the reason my poor Bren is crying, because he probably hates me. So I just stand with them, next to the bathroom door, hearing the unbearable noise that is hearing the love of my life sob and cry. I hear him saying some jumbled words between his sobs, making incoherent sentences. Not enough to understand what he's saying, but enough for me to figure out that's he's not entirely sober in there. I hear his crying becoming more desperate, almost like he's in physical pain, and I feel my heart wrench. I feel tears pricking and stinging my own eyes just from listening to him. I can't hold back any longer.

"Right, we have to get him out of there. If he won't let us in, we will just have to let ourselves in." I say to spencer and Jon, the sudden determination and leadership in my voice having taken them aback. They both nod quickly and we all position ourselves in front of the door, then we all agree that on 'now', we shove.

"3,2,1,NOW!"

...Well, doesn't that sound familiar.