The Neighbor // Brallon

Take a Vacation!

{ A small AN: i'm in the car with my mom and i want death}

breadbin pov
also a time lapse of about 6 months >:)

"Come on kiddos, single file on the plane, " I hear Dallon ring out like a grade school teacher. "It's only 26 hours ..."

"You forgot about the two layovers we have to take Mr. Weekes." Laurel chrips from behind my tall glass of water.

"Well actuall-"

"Catch up with the group Laurel," I pat her shoulder and she moves on ahead. Dallon leans down and kisses me. A choke/gag comes out of Laurel. "I don't even wanna hear it."

We all got on the plane, headcount taken and all that. I hear one of the flight attendents open the door. "What the fuck, oh crap I mean, WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE!!?" Spencer, Pete, Frank, and Patrick walk in with their luggage. I feel long arms wrap around me from behind.

"Suprise babe," he kissed my neck. "I thought we could make this our bachelor party, so I thought, hell, i'll invite the boys." I shine the biggest smile and sit down due to the beeping of the seatbelt sign. After the take off I take my seatbelt off an lean my chair back. With slender fingers gripping my knee, I doze off into a black haze.

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"Hey babe, wanna 'nother line?"  his brittle voice ringed. His dark curly hair covered his eyes, his headband clearly not doing a it's job and soaked through with sweat. There is another figure behind sitting next to him. My head clears up. Jon, Spencer, my dearest Ryan and I are sitting in a circle around a mirror lined in white powder and razor blades. I remember this night. This was my first, and apperently not last, trip to Cape Town. This was the night that I first did cociane. This is the night I got addicted to the very thing that split up my band. This is the night I begun to lose the very person that kept me sane. Ryan Ross. Without even thinking I grabbed my metal straw and put it up to my nose. At the time, the rush was everything. Ryans cold fingertips rest under my chin as he pulls me into a kiss.

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"Babe, it's okay. Please wake up." This time it was a welcoming voice. I wake up smack dab into reality. I look over to a concerned Dallon. I get up and walk down the thin isles with my spinning head. I shove myself in the small bathroom at the end of the plane. You can't be thinking like this. Get. Your. Shit. Together. I splash my face with cold water and try to compose myself. There is a hard knock on the door.

"Just a minute." I wipe my face off and unlock the door. As soon as I open it i'm ambushed with long arms wrapping around me. I hug him back as if my life depended on it. I can feel the hot tears stinging, me refusing to let them go.

"What's wrong bren?" He asks me kissing my lips softly.

My mind races, what do I say? He doesn't know about Ryan... God what do I say?

"Just the plane," I smile and lean into him, wiping the tears from my eyes. "Makes me sick..."

"Do you want a minute?" He asks, voice soft and concerned.

"No I'm okay." For now.

"I think Laur-" he starts and stops, opening the door to a concerned Laurel and Esteban standing outside the bathroom.

"Mr. Urie?! Are you okay?!" She exclaims.

I inhale, pinching the bridge of my nose, "I'm fine Laurel, go back to your seat."

"The flight attendant is staring..." Esteban says quietly in his voice laced with the sound of mexico. We all look at the flight attendant cubby and see a well cut woman glaring at us evilly.