Spoilers Everyone Is Gay

Part Nine

Trigger warning: drug mentions, and harsh language

Ryden: Ryan's POV
I sat down in my seat, looking around for Brendon. The bell rang and he still hadn't shown up. The class period went on and I continued to look in the empty seat that usually contained him. I tried to shrug it off as nothing, but failed and still worried.

When the day ended, instead of going home I walked to Brendon's. I knocked on the front door, shifting my bag on my shoulders nervously. Brendon opened the door, wearing loose shorts and no shirt. He stepped asside to let me in.

"Where were you today?" I asked sitting my bag down

"Here, smoking weed, having a hell of a time." He replied

"Why?"

"I didn't want to come to fucking school" He rolled his eyes, sitting on the couch

"Okay then..." I shrugged

I sat down beside him, resting my head on his shoulder. I closed my eyes while he wrapped his arm around my waist. I leaned into him further, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry" He breathed

"What's wrong?" I asked softly, lifting my head slightly

"I'm just so tired." He sighed, "I'm tired of always being stressed, of anxiety, trying my hardest only to fail, and I'm tired of dealing with everyone of those assholes"

"I'm sorry" I chewed on my lips, thinking

I kissed his shoulder, whispering 'I love you.' There was nothing I could do, but I still wanted to help.

Brendon shifted beside me, curling into a ball. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. I wanted him to be happy and nothing else, but here I was holding him while he cried.

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