A Reunion so Right

His heart was pounding as his anxiety level crept up faster than ever. His honey colored eyes scanned the crowd. His heart was beating in his throat now. Why was Spencer making him sing this? Didn't he know how much it hurt him to just sing the notes? This was not a physical pain, but an emotional turmoil that ripped his badly damaged heart to shreds. He felt the rythm begin and his heart dropped. He sang with an obvious pain in his usually vibrent voice. Sobs attempted to escape his plump lips as the lines "Nothern downpour sends its love," hurt like a stab to his back. Brendon tried not to wince. In the first choris he looked to his left hoping to see 'him'. The only person he wanted to see there. His ex-bestfriend. He met dissapointment in seeing Dallon looking bored at the crowd. The words that always threatened to break him we only just over the horizon, He already felt the tears threatening to break through. Finally he scanned teh crowd with little hope inside. An astonishing pair of hazel eyes caught his own. He stopped singing in a line and whispered into the microphone, "The worlds a broken bone, but melt your headaches call it, Ryan?!" he excitement greew as he realized he was correct. His heart fluttered and he whispered, "Thank you." He threw his acustic guitar off no longer being able to contain his excitment. The guitar flew to the left and smacked right into Dallon's sour pouting face, With a running start Brendon leaped off the front of the stage, He felt infinite in the air. Every second felt like another hour he wasn't with him. Finally the younger man collided with the sizably smaller man. He felt them both crash to the floor. As he tackled him he could feel a slight pain in his right arm, but nothing in comparason to what Ryan's back felt like. Neither paid any mind to the pain. They were just blissful to be in each others arms again. Ryan wrapped his arms around Brendon's wasit. Brendon smiled,

"I missed you so much Ryro!"

Ryan whispered, "I've missed you too Bren."

"Why did you come tonight?" Brendon nuzzled into Ryan's neck.

"Spencer convinced me to. It has been exactly four years sense Jon and me split. Like a reunion you know?" Ryan mumbled in his usually laid back tone.

"That explains a lot. I hate Spencer less now." Brendon giggled.

For that instant the rest of the world had vanished. Brendon's wife of just over a year was unimportant. He felt the spark uniting them once again. Brendon placed his plump lips onto Ryan's and they shared one innocent intamate moment. The crowd cheered excitedly. Brendon didn't care though. He had Ryan and refused to lose him again. The moment ended as Spencer popped his head over the stage,

"So, sorry to break up teh reunion and all, but Dallons unconcious so an ambulance has to come for him."

Ryan squirmed as Spencer said Dallon murmuring,

"Always hated that guy,"

Brendon smiled down at Ryan and whispered,

"We should stand up."

Ryan smirked,

"But, I've got you right where I want you!"

The both laughed at Ryan's dumb joke. Brendon stood up and assisted Ryan but kept a hold of his hand. He intertwined Ryan's long bony fingers with his own. He smiled and whispered,

"Is Jon here?" 

Ryan nodded as Jon walked up in his ussual suave fashion,

"So, I guess I missed all the fun. I lost Ryan earlier. He ran to the stage like some crazy fangirl. Ryan Ross is quite the fanboy!"

Ryan's cheeks flushed bright red at Jon's words. Brendon giggled softly hugging Ryan. Jon continued,

"I want a famous Brendon hug. Really is the kind you know."

Ryan nodded,

"I do!" 

Brendon gave Jon a brotherly hug as Spencer jumped down off the stage.

"I did pretty good huh, Bren?" Spencer asked.

"Yeah Spence. I was really surprised." Brendon nuzzled into Ryan's hair this time.

"I now need a Spencer hug!" Jon galloped to Spencer.

They embraced in a long hug. As they pulled away Jon yelled,

"Penjors,"

and they high fived so epically it scared the gods of Olympus. Spencer smiled as Jon kissed his cheek. Brendon looked at Ryan who smiled back at him. They pulled together to connect their lips once more time. It was so perfect with their lips moving in unison. So elegant, innocent, and sweet. Neither wanted to pull away to breath. Figuring out everything later may be difficult, but for now everything was perfect. The four grown men got up on stage and played for the crowd not for the last time. Never the last time. Something this perfect could never end. They would live a legacy of memories.