Amaranthine ✿ | Ryden

V.

Brendon hated drinking.

Brendon hated people leaving him.

So when the second happened, Brendon would drink. Unfortunately for him, people used to leave him a lot meaning that he would find himself drinking more than he would like. It wasn't really bad, depending on the alcohol, Brendon would normally feel numb for at least four hours. It didn't make him happy-which was better in a way, because Spencer used to feel happy when drinking and both boys remembered what happened after that-but it made him calm.

Someone could tell him that his mother had died and Brendon had developed such a reflex that if he first had some beers, he wouldn't react to it and maybe even make a joke. It was sick and twisted but he did no longer care about being the good guy if it would always get him hurt. Naturally, he had stopped drinking as much when he met Sarah. He stopped the little 'midnight drink', avoided drugs to a big extend and became healthier. Sure, he would still relapse, party like he was going to die tomorrow and do everything he could to feel ecstatic but that was just because he wanted to have fun.

He'd smoke to feel happier than if it was possible.

But being happy was better than being numb.

Then, Sarah left him and to say that he drank that day to feel numb would not even begin to describe his feelings. The previous night was one huge blur and Brendon's head hurt a bit too much to even try to recall it. He tried to roll over his bed and find his phone to check on the time. Last time h had such a hangover, he had slept for an entire day which led to many worried voicemails and texts.

He looked at his phone, of course the wallpaper had to be Sarah and him just to torment him, it wasn't really late-almost twelve in the morning. Brendon groaned for a second at the brightness of the screen. He was surprised to see that Spencer hadn't called him nor texted him.

Maybe he decided he shouldn't care, Brendon thought  bitterly.

He decided he shouldn't really care about it either and closed his eyes again. Maybe he could just sleep away his life. As he began to lose consciousness again, a sound pierced his ears. He hadn't put on an alarm, especially a sound as annoying as that. Spencer used to use a similar sound-or maybe it was the same, Brendon couldn't really remember-to remember to wake up when they would go on tours. Brendon hated it more than anything and when the Vices & Virtues was one week away from ending, Brendon got so mad he threw the alarm clock outside the bus while on the run.

"One day, I will throw this thing away and you with it!" a  sleepy voice yelled. Brendon opened his eyes immediately and jumped from his bed, hitting his head on the suddenly low ceiling. Only it wasn't a ceiling but more like a wooden construction. Suddenly, he became more aware of his surrounding, like the fact that this wasn't his bed. Or really a bed. It was a bunk and right across him was one more. He saw a hand from the top bunk across him flipping off something. Brendon was pretty sure he was going insane.

"We need to get up, asshole." okay, he knew that voice. That was surely Spencer, with just a little less deep voice. That small discovery made Brendon feel a bit more relaxed. Maybe nothing weird had happened last night, and after having many drinks with Spencer, they crashed in a motel.

"My head is killing me." Brendon mumbled as he held his forehead. It must have been quite some time since he had drunk that much because he sure as hell couldn't handle it.

"You barely drunk anything, though." Spencer chuckled and jumped from his bunk. Once Brendon got a closer look, he crawled at the other edge of the bed and let out a small scream. Spencer, at the sight of Brendon, did the same for the screaming part. "Dude, what the fuck? How did you get a haircut in one night?"

"I don't know, how did you get Chris Hemsworth's haircut in one night?"

"Who the fuck is that guy?" the first voice that Brendon had heard questioned as they got down. As soon as Brendon saw the guy, he realized that this was probably a dream. He had obviously drunk too much and now he was dreaming. "Oh God, dude your hair looks great! Thank God, you got rid of that  haircut."

"Oh, oh that's fucking cool man."Brendon laughed as he moved away from the two boys"I get it universe, I promise to never drink again--"

"What's wrong with your clothes?"Jon questioned.

"The puberty fairy finally put a spell on him."

"--but this is getting pretty weird so,"-he began pinching himself-"time to wake up."

"Did we accidentally let him have drugs?"

"No, no, that only happens when we write songs."

Brendon sat on the floor with one big sigh escaping his lips. He began groaning while Spencer and Jon looked at him with confusion. "Take me back! I'm ready!"

"Brendo--"

"I'M READY UNIVERSE! I'M DONE WITH THESE NIGHTMARES!" Brendon yelled at the top of his lungs but the only thing he managed was making his headache worse. Now there was a loud buzzing in his head too and he felt as if his eyes were about to explode.

"What is that sound?", another person came running in dropping some bags,"You assholes can't be left alone for even some minutes."

Spencer and Jon looked at each other skeptically while Brendon stopped shouting and just pressed both of his hands against his forehead blocking his vision. A hand touched his shoulder but he was too busy to check on who the stranger was. The pain was just too much to handle.

"Brendon."

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I am not dead, I'm just in high school so blame that for the lack of updating. I'm trying, though, in the meantime-as you await for more Ryden angst-you can check out Cool Kids.