last resort | ryden

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TW FOR WHOLE STORY.

-also sarah doesn't exist in this world, obviously-

Brendon POV
It had been four years. Four years without him after he had left me. "For the best", as if.
i was still bitter.
well i had a right to be.
A new email came through from my manager, making me sigh. I had just finished clearing them out.
It read;
Brendon,
Your show guitarist has called in for paternity leave, can you please ask if any others are free?
Thanks.

Couldn't he do it himself?
I immediately deleted the email and leant back in my chair, pinching the bridge of my nose. I had barely been getting any sleep, and I was practicing like hell for the shows. We only had access to about four guitarists, and it wasn't like I could do it either as I had to play bass, and all our free bassists had gone as well. Today was turning out to be just great.

I grabbed my mobile, scrolling down my contacts until I came to the first guitarist. I rang him twice before leaving a message.
I did that for all of them. Not one of them replied.
Where were they all?!
The show was in four days, dammit!
I scrolled mindlessly through my contacts again, noticing old names I never spoke to who I should really delete.
And there he was.
Ryan Ross.
I closed my phone, set it down on the desk.
My hands were trembling.
Pull yourself together, Brendon. I reminded myself. Its been years.
Four years. I should have moved on by now.
Why couldn't I get over the boy with honey caramel eyes and soft brown hair- hair that I used to love to run my fingers through-
Quit it Brendon. He obviously has forgotten about you, why can't you do the same?
but then i thought about it.
Ryan played guitar.
Fast learner as well.
He could learn the chords and play them like a pro in a matter of a couple of hours-
No. It wouldn't work.
At least that was what I told myself.

- short chapter!!-