Our Time Together

Silent Night

Jonathan stared down at Bryce as he slept peacefully for the first time in a long while. As he sat on the edge, he stretched out his legs, a cramp faintly making an appearance. Everyone had been worried about Ryan's accident of course, but the fact that Bryce would react severely to his accident worried them even more. Jonathan worried the most for one of his youngest friend because he knew how deeply Bryce cared.

Thinking back on it, Jonathan didn't know a time when the two weren't together. Before he had met the two, Bryce and Ryan were already together like peanut butter and jelly. Anyone with two good eyes could see they were brought together for a reason, they were brought together because no one was more compatible than the two. It was as if Ryan brought out a much more bubblier Bryce and Bryce was the tranquilizer that calmed Ryan from his thoughts.

Jonathan was ecstatic when he found out that the two started dating because no one shipped it more than himself. Luke had commented many times that as much as he saw the chemistry and how much he wanted it to happen, he shouldn't meddle. They would come together eventually, and together they did. The only part that made him crestfallen was that their first date ended in disaster.

Jonathan turned to the youngest member of their "crew" and felt a little startled as he moved in his sleep. "Must be a bad dream..." he told himself. Jonathan began to slowly and carefully pet Bryce's hair, making sure to thread his fingers through the strawberry blonde locks. A soft sound left Bryce's lips and he readjusted himself a little more. Jonathan tried to recall what Luke did to him when he woke up from a bad dream, sing.

Slowly listing off songs he could sing in his head, Jonathan almost decided to ask Luke or Evan for help, but decided not to because he felt like it was his responsibility. He looked out the window, towards the snow ridden city of Chicago, and finally decided on the song he wanted to sing. It was perfect for someone who he considered as innocent as Bryce.

"Silent night, Holy night, Son of God, love's pure light. Radiant beams from thy holy face, with the dawn of redeeming grace, Jesus, Lord at thy birth; Jesus, Lord at thy birth..."

Jonathan began to cry as he sang, voice already quaking. This year would make a new milestone for each other. This year would be the year that they grew closer and that they had new hope. For them, nothing was scarier than losing each other and they didn't know that until they almost lost one of their own. Bryce, still asleep, began to hum a choppy version of Silent Night and the furrow in his brow was gone, he was finally relaxing.

"Good Night Bryce..."