blocked. [frerard]

forty two.

ray and christa drove brendon to ryan's house, which was honestly only down the street from their place so there was no need really for them to drive anyway. but it was for brendon's sake, the poor guy could barely stand up without getting dizzy. brendon soon was able to calm himself as he walked over to ryan's door. ray and christa drove off a little to the other neighborhood street. brendon made sure he had everything- keeping the box with the ring in his pocket before walking up to the door and knocking on it. 

"what do you want?" ryan asked, frowning a little as he opened the door.

"look, ry, i know what i did was shitty. but, i was fucking drunk- you need to understand that that's more than just an excuse for me to save my ass and get you back- not that i really want to have you back in the same way. we were dating for four years, since junior year and look at us now." brendon said, hoping his words were coming out correctly. 

"if you don't want me back in the same way, why are you here?" ryan frowned a bit more, crossing his arms.

"i don't want to date you anymore, i want to- you know- marry you?" brendon asked, biting on his lip as he took the box out from his pocket and handed it over to ryan. "please, ryan- i love you. i never want to lose you, not because of a dumb mistake." brendon started to plead as ryan opened the box and saw the ring that was inside. 

"i don't understand your question. get down on one knee and ask again." ryan chuckled, handing the box back. brendon just gave him a little grin, walking over to ryan's lawn and getting down on his knee- holding the box open for ryan to see.

"what i'm asking is, will you- george ryan ross the third- marry me?" 

"of course, brendon." ryan grinned, rushing over to brendon and wrapping him in a hug. after they pulled away from each other, brendon placed the ring on ryan's finger- leaving ryan to admire it before kissing his new fiance passionately. soon brendon got a notification from his phone- it was the group chat. 

itschrista: did ryan say yes? 

brendon chuckled, writing a quick reply. 

foreheadurie: no, he said of course.  

"you gotta add me back to the chat now, you know that, right?" ryan smiled, watching brendon type.

"i'll make sure frank does it." brendon chuckled, "i'm sure he doesn't hate me as much now, anyway."

"i love you." ryan giggled.

"i love you too, ry."