Stall Me [Ryden] [BOOK TWO]

one

"How the fuck did you manage that?" Sarah snapped over the phone. I winced, frowning, as I limped over to a chair backstage. I wasn't sure how, but as I retreated back to the main stage, I stepped on my foot wrong or something, and next thing you know, my ankle's the size of a soft ball, and I'm on the floor. 

Dallon came offstage too, his bass still hanging around his neck. He raised an eyebrow, shaking his head in disapproval for Sarah. Ian came by to, giving me a sympathetic frown. Zack came by, passing water bottles to everybody. As soon as Spencer got his, he lifted to his lips, drinking thirstily.

"I don't..Sarah, I don't know. I was just walking, and then I stepped on it, or something." I murmured over the phone, my face screwed up in pain. Zack came by me, as well, handing a water bottle to me. I frowned softly, but took it anyways. 

"We gotta get to the tour bus, get you resting. We'll get somebody to get you a brace for your ankle here soon. I'm not even gonna ask if you can walk, come here," Zack insisted. I scooted forward, sitting on the edge of my seat, as he then wrapped his arms around my back, and one under my legs, lifting me into the air as if I was his child. He treated us as if we were his children anyways. 

"How stupid can one be? Oh my God..." Sarah shot back over the phone. I winced again at her tone, shaking my head. Before I could reply, Dallon snatched the phone from my hand, taking over for her. 

"Sarah, you need to understand that your husband is hurt right now. He could use some respect." Dallon spoke in a soft, gentle tone. He was usually able to sway Sarah, which was odd, as I couldn't. I sighed in relief, relaxing into Zack's arms as he carried me out into the chilly airs.

Although, that relief evaporated when Ian leapt up and easily took the phone from Dallon, a frown crossing his face as he heard the tone of voice Sarah was using. He took it upon himself, one hand on his hip, as he walked behind Zack, and in between Dallon and Spencer.

"You whore! Your only concern right now should be Brendon, not Dallon!" Ian spat, pulling the phone back and hanging up. I sighed again, shaking my head. Good ol' Ian, I knew he wanted the best for me, but Sarah and I were never gonna make this marriage work if Ian kept calling her names.

"Ian, please," I groaned. Zack shot him a warning glare, but he simply raised his hands defensively, passing the phone down to Spencer, who handed it to Zack, who finally dropped it in my lap. I stuck it in my pocket, as Zack carried me up into the tour bus. It was a tight squeeze, but eventually he managed to lower me down to my bunk, where I hobbled off his lap, and swung my legs onto the bed, so I lie comfortably there. 

My foot was already wrapped with bandage, as a makeshift brace, but an actual brace would be more helpful. Dallon moved to sit beside me, at the edge of my bunk, as well, his water tipped back as he drank it down. 

He had already rid himself of the bass, which he must've packed somewhere else. After a few minutes, Spencer and Ian joined, as for Zack. Zack and Ian squeezed themselves over on the opposite bunk, where Spencer climbed the ladder onto the top bunk, which was his, and peered down at us. After a few more seconds, Dallon spoke up.

"I don't know why you're still with her, Brendon, it's not a healthy relationship." He murmured, glancing over at me. I frowned, shaking my head. I had more hope than Dallon thought I did. More determination. My current goal was to dig out the Sarah I used to know. The sweet, lovable girl I met in high school.

"No, no, we're fine. I'll make it work. I plan on making it work." I insisted, running a hand through my hair. I propped myself up on my elbows, peering at their faces. They didn't believe me, obviously.

"She's a whore. Have you not noticed the way she talks with Dallon?" Ian blurt out, his bottom lip stuck out in a pout. I turned to the curly haired boy, mimicking the same pout. He was leaning up against Zack, as if searching for agreement. Eventually, Zack nodded, before standing and starting towards the door. I figured he was gonna go out to grab a brace for me, before we left.

"You guys don't understand, I love Sarah, she's my everything." I whimpered. Spencer pursed his lips, "You may need to find a new "everything", Brendon. She's using you. Can't you see it? She's only in it for the fame, money, and sex." He chimed in. Again, I shook my head, a grunt escaping my lips as I tried to adjust my ankle, but go no where but a load of hurt.

"She wouldn't do something like that, would she?" I turned to Dallon. He held my gaze for a moment before sighing, and looking away, rubbing his hands up and down his thighs. Dallon was my best friend, apart from Ian, I could trust them to tell me the truth. But when it came to Sarah, I didn't have the guts to believe she'd do something so heartless.

"It's true, Brendon. I hate to say it, but it is." Ian spoke up, crawling off the bed to push Dallon up by the side. Dallon got to his feet, frowning at Ian, as he rubbed his side, before turning to walk off the tour bus as well; probably going to run tiny errands. Ian took Dallon's place on the bed, reaching behind to pat my stomach. I frowned again, rolling over ever so gently, to face the wall. 

I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to believe that Sarah would ever do such a thing. Before I could fall asleep, however, Dallon's voice rose from where the door was, which was out of my view. "Er, Brendon, you might wanna see this.." He trailed off, uncertainly glancing over at me. I still couldn't catch a good look at who it was, but Dallon looked rather concerned.

So Ian took it, despite being shorter than Dallon, he still shoved his way past the six foot four man, grabbing the front of the stranger's shirt, and yanking them in. They were soaking wet, dripping from head to toe. It must've been raining out in the dark. The let out a squeak as Ian shoved them into my view, slowly pushing them closer, forward into my view. I had to roll back over, causing pain to shoot through my ankle again.

"Fuck," I cursed, shaking my head with lips thinned into a frown. Dallon shut the door, coming in a second later. When I looked up, and actually took a second to look over the stranger, I realized they weren't at all a stranger. In fact; I knew them. Brown, jaw-length hair. It was dripping wet. He wore an over sized rain coat, but the hood was down. Wide, innocent-like brown eyes. A lazy smile when I finally looked at him. I felt my heart stop, as silence filled the tour bus. Ian was oblivious to why, but Spencer, Dallon, and I knew why.

"Well would you look what we've got here? Brendon Urie," The "stranger" chuckled. A soft, halfhearted chuckle. My mouth was wide open, as were my eyes, as I finally addressed them, sitting up on my elbows again.

"R-Ryan? As in Ryan Ross?" 

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oo i'm excited for this fu Ck 
i made a clock in shop class and i'm learning spanish now too i'm happy aah
whats your fav language to learn other than english?? how about,, what's your fav era of brendon? or ryan? haha

- sats lol i lub yall