Hallucinogens (Ryden)

VI

Panic started to rise in Ryans chest. He couldn't remember how he had ended up here.

He turned around and found himself staring at someones face. Not just anyone. The wallflower. As in Brendon. As in some random guy he didn't even know.

Ryan was still wearing his clothes. That was something at least. He knew they couldn't have.. He, well there was no way Ryan would have managed anyway.. He had tried once. It had been a very bad idea.

But still, he was in a strangers bed and could only remember bits and pieces of the night before. He began to panic more. Unknown situations. Strangers.

All of this he couldn't cope with.

His breathing turned somewhat erratic but he found himself incapable of moving. He was stuck in place.

This must have woken Brendon up because he lifted his head and locked eyes with the panicked looking Ryan. Brendon rubbed at his eyes and mumbled, "Morning, you okay there?"

Ryan simply glanced back, swallowing the knot in his throat.

"Hey, don't worry. We didn't do anything if that's what you're worried about. It was one hell of a night though. You were so out of it by the end of it you couldn't even tell me your address and your friends were gone by then."

"Oh, okay. Yeah I don't really remember all that well," Ryan said shyly.

Brendon yawned and got up from the bed. He wasn't wearing a shirt and Ryan was finding it increasingly hard to look away from his body.

"My eyes are up here." Brendon laughed and Ryans face quickly earned a bright red blush.

"So I'm gonna go get myself some breakfast," Brendon pointed in direction of what Ryan could only assume was the kitchen, "do you want something?"

"Uh, coffee would be nice thanks."

Ryan had calmed down now. He may not have really known Brendon but he seemed nice. After all he had let Ryan stay over when he couldn't even say his address anymore.

Ryan pulled his phone from his pocket. He was still wearing the same clothes from the party. Of course he didn't have any texts, his friends were used to him disappearing and getting fucked up. He always showed up eventually. He unlocked it and was immediately met with the camera app, he opened his gallery and he found several pictures of him and Brendon. Some also including the guys that were with them earlier.

As he swiped through the pictures his head began to hurt. He tried to remember- he rally did- but he just couldn't piece it together. It frustrated him. But he was used to it by now. Ryan put away his phone as he heard footsteps.

Brendon came back in and handed him his coffee. It was in a mug that said "Best Dad" on it, Ryan raised an eyebrow at Brendon.

He blushed, "what? They were on sale."

Ryan giggled.

"How much do you remember of last night?" Brendon asked.

"Pretty much nothing- I remember being at the party and then it gets a bit fuzzy. I remember lying in the grass at some point though."

Ryan was sitting up in the bed now, the white duvet covering his legs and his hands tightly clasped to the warm mug. Brendon thought he looked adorable.

Brendon shook the thought from his head, "honestly I don't remember that much either. I know we left the party and you wouldn't stop singing the lyrics to titanic," Ryan blushed and looked down at his mug, "and then we were in lying in the grass- you were telling me all about the stars, pointing the constellations out to me. After that I don't really know, we came back here somehow and yeah."

Ryan nodded, he felt a bit groggy now, "how come you remember so much?"

"I only took one pill- you insisted on having another one and a half."

"Sounds like me."

"So you do this a lot then?"

"Yeah, I guess I do."

AN: Short chapter- i'm getting back into the swing of writing. Sorry for leaving it so long.