My One and Lonely || Brallon/Ryden

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Day 2,920. 8 years exactly today. Brendon's pen shook slightly as he wrote. 8 years since Mom put me into this hellhole and never looked back.

Brendon was sitting in the common room, his legs folded and his ever-trusty journal sitting on his left knee as he wrote. This was not his first journal, but in face one in series of many. He'd lost count of how many he'd have over the years, as in order to get a new book of fresh paper, he'd have to trade a filled one with his doctor. In the early days he'd attempted to keep track, but after 8 years, time was lost.

Today was a relatively quiet day in the common room, as the activity room had the paint sets out for those interested. At the moment, it was just Brendon and Bella sitting at opposite ends of the room, with Brendon writing and Bella lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

I can't say anything's changed in 8 years It's all the same, boring monotony. I don't care what activities they try to set up. It's always the same. Paints on Monday and Wednesday, Board Games on Tuesday and Thursday, Movies on Friday, Visiting on Saturday and on Sunday they don't do anything. It couldn't possibly be more boring.

Brendon read over what he'd written and frowned slightly. He knew shouldn't write anything bad about this place, though, who's going to care? There's no one to love him, no one to even pretend they still cared. Even his Mom abandoned that idea. Worst comes to worst, his doctor brings it up after he hands the journal in.

Bella let out an exhausted sigh, despite the fact that she hadn't moved from her spot on the floor all day. Brendon shook his hand out slightly and went back to writing.

I guess the only good thing here is that Ryan hasn't left. He's not here currently, he's in the bathroom, but he's still around and we're still together. Coming up on 10 years now, since we got together. I'm starting to wonder about how we'd be if I'd never told Mom about him. I'd probably still be on the outside, and we'd have jobs and a house and maybe even a baby. Brendon paused. I think that's what people my age are doing now, right? Mom had her first baby at 23, and I'm 25 now.

Brendon smiled as he realised Ryan had left the bathroom. He shut his journal and placed it beside him.

Ryan sat himself down next to Brendon and kissed his forehead. "Hey beautiful."

"Hey Ry." Brendon smiled. "I missed you."

Ryan reached out for the journal. "What's today's topic?"

Brendon's face went red. "Nothing."

Ryan laughed slightly and laid down, resting his head in Brendon's lap. "It's a nice day."

"Yeah, I suppose." Brendon shrugged.

"It's always a good day when I'm with you." The wavy-haired boy laughed slightly to himself.

"O-Oh..." Brendon stammered, his face growing redder.

Ryan just smiled, shuffling back to a more comfortable position. "Not going to take part in the paints today?"

Brendon shook his head. "I don't usually."

"You did on Wednesday." Ryan stated. "And the Wednesday before that."

"Do you want to paint?"

"Well, only with you."

"Well let's paint."

Brendon stood up from his spot, placing his notebook back in his bunk room on the way. Randy, his infamous roommate, was nowhere to be seen.

The couple began painting, though it seemed more like a competition between them more than anything.