A way to remember [Brentrick]

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„Why you don't go back to the living room?" Patrick suggested, still seemed to be a little bit worried about the other. Brendon let out a sigh, walked back to the living room. He could understand Patrick, he could understand that he was worried, but there was something else beside his healthy, something that seems to mean much more, something that seems to cause Patrick much more trouble. What was it? And why was he even this worried about it? There was something that seems to be important for Patrick, something that Brendon can't remember right now.

He sat down on the sofa, closed his eyes and started to day dream. Again a scene showed up, this time it was more...interesting. He stood on stage with Ryan, Spencer and Jon, playing some songs. The stage was full with flowers and other stuff that kinda remembers him at a Forest or garden. Ryan sometimes looked over to Brendon, gave him a calming smile. In the next moment they stand beside the tour buses, oddly calm. "I think, it's better when we go separated ways now", that were Jon's words. What was this? Why?

Brendon could feel a sharp pain, opened his eyes and looked around. Why did his band broke up? And what made them? Now he had even more questions, but would wait with asking them. It was probably not the right moment to ask Patrick about it, since he seemed to think about other things right now. He would ask Pete the next time they would meet. It was much safer to ask him in first place then Patrick.

"Brendon?" the blond asked, slowly went into the room, a small smile on his face. He rub the back of his head. A little nervous he cleared his throat, his gaze met Brendon's. "Why you don't simply go to sleep? You need to relax a little bit, it's what the doctor said. It's better if you listen to him Bren. And maybe you remember some other things while you sleep?" 'And hopefully not this one thing' the last part was unspoken. It was much better when the other wouldn't remember it, but at some point he would probably. Even when Patrick hoped, that he wouldn't, he knew that Brendon would remember.

The brunette let out an annoyed groan, stood up and walked pass Patrick, glanced at him once more before he walked the stair up to his room and closed the door. He leaned against the door, sighed. "What are you trying to hide from me, Patrick?" he asked himself. It was simply strange for him. Maybe Patrick doesn't hide something? Maybe he just image things? After all he got hit very hard on the head, that was it probably.

Brendon lay down in his bed, closed his eyes. It didn't take long and he fell asleep. He found himself on stage again, this time it looked different. He couldn't really say, what it look liked this time. The image was a little bit too blurry for him. On his left side, he could see the other male, who he had seen much earlier, Dallon. So, this was now much later? After his original band split up? But what happen to the others?

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He woke up in the morning when he heard something. It was a familiar voice. At first he stayed in bed, tried to listen what that voiced said, but they were much too quiet, so Brendon decided to stand up. Half asleep he walked the stairs down, almost fell down.

Slowly he entered the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. "Oh hello Brendon! How did you sleep? Are you alright?" was the first thing Patrick said. Pete simply shook his head, a small grin on his face. "Aww, looks like Bren is still sleepy" he joked.

"No, no, I'm awake and I dreamed from a concert with my band"

Patrick looked from Brendon to Pete, seemed to be a little bit stressed. Pete simply shook his head. "Did I say something wrong?" Brendon asked confused, still not full awake. So, not imaginary? It was like, that all people knew about it just not him.

"Don't worry Brendon, Patrick is just worried that you aren't alright" The blackhaired answered before Patrick could answer for himself. It was better than what Patrick wanted to say. Thanks Pete.

The brunette bit down on his lower lip. He knew that Pete was lying, but to say something might be really ....pointless right now, so he simply stay with this. "Trick, don't worry. I'm really fine!"

"Why did my band split up?" Brendon asked suddenly, caused both men to look at him in surprise. Patrick looked to the ground, not sure what to say while Pete seemed to think about an answer. They actually don't really know the whole true about it, but what should they tell Brendon now?

"Your band split up because Ryan and Jon wanted to do something different than you and Spencer, that's all" Pete answered after a good couple of minutes. It was the first thing that got into his mind and it wasn't even this wrong. It was one of the reasons why they split up. He remember the times were he needed to talk to the band, but always they came up with another story, and after a while he stopped to ask and simply accepted it like this.

"Patrick and I wanted to visit the studio today; do you want to come with us?" It was better to change the topic before Brendon could ask about this. After all Pete and Patrick didn't know how much Brendon already knew. But from what Pete saw, he could clearly say that Brendon noticed that something was not okay with Patrick. He had warned the blond, had told him that sooner or later he would remember it, but Patrick didn't want to listen.

"Sure man!" Brendon immediately started to smile. To go to the studio was probably better than just to stay home and try to remember things and ask thousands of things. "Just give me a moment and I'm dressed and finish!" With these words he ran the stairs up.

"Still the same" Pete joked, looked over to Patrick

"You know that at some point he will remember, right?"

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//Note: OMG A UPDATE!! I actually wanted to update a another story, but then I decided against it. so yea...have this. Awe, looks like Pete even knows about the mysterious thing. Do someone already have a idea what it might be?