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Ryan [P.O.V]

As we got to the back of the bus I went silent. I looked at them in all seriousness,

"Sara ended their relationship last night so tred lightly." They both gave a shaky look of understanding. I pulled open the door to see Brendon on the floor crying. He was in the fetal positon sobbing at a broken picture of Sara. He cried,

"Why doesn't she love me? Am I that unlovable?" I knelt down to him. I placed a hand on his hip and hushed him.

"No Bren, you are perfect just the way you are. We love you. Right guys?" I looked to my band mates for support. Spencer nodded and Jon whispered,

"Of course we love Brendon he is like our brother. No not like he is our brother." Brendon let the tears fall and looked at us. He whispered,

"I thought she loved me. How could I just give my heart over to her and watch her break it into bite sized pieces?" I rubbed his back and sat him up.

"The world's a funny place. Honestly I can't believe the world could do this to anyone so sweet and caring as you Bren. I don't know why it punishes the good and helps the bad sometimes but we are here for you." I tried to smile for his sake but inside I felt the sting of his pain. I hated Sara for hurting this beautiful if not perfect human being that I loved. I would not let anyone hurt him again. Brendon was so broken sometimes it's hard to picture him as a stronger person than me. He can be so innocent yet so knowing of pain in the world.

"Ryan?" Brendon whispered.

"Yes Bren?" I reply quietly.

"Can we just get off the bus for the day? I need fresh air. I just want some quality time just the two of us." I looked at Spencer and Jon. I whispered,

"Are you two okay with that? I wouldn't want you to feel like we are ditching you." Jon smiled,

"No, I don't mind. What ever helps Brendon." Spencer smiled and nodded. I tried to smile as did Brendon. I looked back to Brendon,

"Get dressed so we can go explore. I'm feeling in the mood for some icecream." Brendon had this small pleading light in his eyes as if to say thank you. I exited Brendon's small bunk area and walked to my own. I grabbed a random black V neck shirt and navy blue skinny jeans. I was not at all in the mood to look good. I wanted to blend in as much as possible. I saw a small piece of fabric hanging out of my drawer. I pulled it out to find it was a red hoodie that Brendon let me borrow once. It was so warm and comfy. I threw it on over my shirt. I loved that it still smelled like him. Brendon came bounding out and yelled,

"I can't find my converse! Help?!" I laughed as I threw his black converse at him. He sighed, "Oh my gosh. I thought I had lost them. I can't really afford to lose anything else right now..." He trailed off. I saw the tears form in the corner of his eye. He quickly blinked them away. I walked up to him and whispered,

"You don't have to be strong Brendon. If you cry I will never think less of you. I won't judge you." He hung his head at my last words. I pulled him into a hug as he wrapped his arms around me. I whispered in his ear, "I'm always going to be here for you." He clung tight for a second then wrapped his arm around my waist and whispered,

"Icecream?" I smiled at him and he giggled lightly. We walked out the door of the bus and landed on safe concrete. I knew exactly where to find this small icecream stand I mean really we were back in Nevada. We walked maybe three blocks to this small icecream parlor. I was set up fifties style. I saw a small jutebox and decided to find a song for Brendon. He sat down at the counter and looked depressed as I pick a beatles song for him. I knew he would love it because it was one of his favorites. Elenor Rigby which might seem a bit dismal in this situation but he needed it. He heard it come on and began to hum along to the lyrics. I smiled as I sat down. I looked at the guy behind the counter and said,

"Two banana splits please." He smiled and started on them. Brendon turned to me,

"Ryan, why do you even like me?" I was appalled at his question.

"Well, for one you are so much fun. I have never met anyone as excited about things as you get. Then you just don't care sometimes about what others think. I envy that about you. I always worry about someone saying something about me that is offensive. I look at you and see perfection something I wish I could be. You aren't too thin, your perfect size. You are by far the heartthrob of the band. Girls swoon over you. I just have always looked up to you. You smile all the time and I think someone that happy must now pain but you don't let it get you down. You are honestly the idea of perfection. I don't know how Sara could say she doesn't love you because it is nearly impossible." I looked at the guy hand us our icecream with a very worried expression. He whispered,

"Are you two gay?" Brendon looked really offended. He was probably about to say how horrible it was just to assume that kind of thing. Instead he yelled,

"So what if we are? Does that offend you some how?" The parlor worker screamed,

"Yeah, quiers and faggots are not aloud." Brendon pulled on my are muttering about insensative assholes. I just got dragged out. He found a park bench and sat down,

"Can you believe that guy?" Brendon said exasperated, "So what if we are gay? It really shouldn't matter to him."

"Bren, why are you acting weirder than usual?" I had to question because I wasn't sure if this was post break up shit. He looked me dead in the eyes,

"When Sara broke up with me she said something about me probably being gay. I guess it just stuck with me. You know?" I nodded in understanding. I rubbed his back lightly as he sobbed into my chest fiercly. I felt so awful for Brendon. He was such a good person he didn't deserve this at all. I cooed,

"Bren, do you want to go get some actual food sense icecream was a bust?" He looked into my eyes and whisperd,

"This is going to sound really weird." I nodded for him to continue on. "Can we go back to the bus and just like I don't know cuddly like we used to. Like when the band first got together and I couldn't sleep alone?" I looked into his deep brown eyes and whispered,

"Whatever you want Bren." He lgihtly smiled as we stood up and walked back to the bus. He basically dragged me to the bus. Once we were on Spencer and Jon sat in the "living room" area. They occupied the two chairs like always. Brendon kicked his shoes off and plopped down on the comfy black sofa. I slid off my Vans and sat down next to him. I wasn't even ready when he had his head on my chest. Spencer raised an eyebrow and I just shot a glance like 'later' and he understood. I felt Brendon shift as he whispered,

"It has been a long time Ry sense we last cuddled and you totally forgot how to." I huffed,

"You just ambushed me. I didn't have time to prepare. It is so unfair." Brendon smirked sat up and whispered,

"Arrange yourself then." I smiled as I slouched back into the arm of the chair and put my feet up on the coffee table. Brendon smiled, "Good?" I nodded and he layed his head on my chest putting his legs up on the couch. Jon muttered.

"Aww, that's cute." Spencer giggled and Brendon just sighed,

"I know Ryan's cute but let me cuddle and you can have him later okay Jon? Jealousy really isn't that pretty on you." Jon snickered,

"Psh, please I have Spencer. He isn't a stick so he has a little fluff to keep me comfy." I just brushed Jon off by saying,

"Brendon is such a heartthrob though. He drives all the preteen girls crazy." Spencer muttered,

"And Ryan Ross." I looked at my oldest friend and glared. He laughed so hard figuring that he was right but he wasn't was he? I only loved Brendon platonically right? Right! I didn't love him as anything more. Never could! Could I?