c h o c o l a t e - a ryden one shot.

part one (third person pov)

"Brendon, have you seen my shoe?"

"Check your foot, dumbass."

"Your no he- Oh. Found it"

Brendon shook his head and laughed. "Shoes are often found on feet, Spencer, you should know this. Have you seen Ryan?"

Spencer looked up at him, brushing hair out of his eye while nearly falling and trying to tie his shoe. "Hey Ross! Brenny over here wants you!" He called, pretty much ignoring Brendon.

"Don't call me Brenny."

Brendon got to his feet and started off to find Ryan, since Spencer was no help. He was probably in the bathroom of the hotel room they were staying at in Vegas, with Jon, removing his eye makeup. The amount of eyeliner he used made it quite hard to remove after a show, and often times some of Ryan's makeup found it's way onto Brendon's face, usually when they were getting too into a song and the fans thought they were acting just for the excitement, (although with Ryan and Brendon, it was normally not acting). Their last concert of the week had finished a few hours ago, and everyone was still a bit tired from it.

As he opened the bathroom door, he heard a muffled"crap" from inside. When he looked in, Jon was fixing his hair, ignoring the world, and Ryan was in mid-crouch, picking his eyeliner pencil up off the ground. "Oh, Bren, Hi." Ryan greeted him. Standing up to face Brendon, he set down his eyeliner on the counter and scratched his nose.

 "Hey. D- do you wanna, uh, go on a walk? Just to the gas station across the street. I want chocolate."Brendon offered with a small smile. Ryan just about burst out laughing at the fact that Brendon seemed so nervous, but he held it in, only letting out a chuckle for his sake. "Sure, i'm broke though." Ryan said. The four of them seemed to always be broke.

"That's o-okay, i have a few bucks." Brendon replied nervously. He was beginning to wonder if it was just butterflies or anxiety that was giving him a sick but almost excited feeling in his stomach. Probably both. "When do you wanna go?"

"Now is fine. C'mon."

Ryan grabbed the room key, a blank white card with a bar-code printed on one end, passed Brendon his wallet, which was, for some reason, also in the bathroom, and followed him out the door.

"Were leaving!" Brendon called to the other two, but they probably didn't even hear him over Spencer's TV crime show and Jon's fixation on his hair at the moment. Brendon took a deep breath as he shut the door and flicked a stray bit of fluff off his sweater, stepping onto the sidewalk. 

They started walking to the parking lot to get to the crosswalk, when Brendon turned the opposite way, grabbing Ryans hand and pulling him to the back of the building where a lonely bench stood overlooking a garden of dry shrubs and trees. Not very garden-like at all, but it wasn't an expensive hotel anyway.

"Wha-" Ryan's words were cut short when Brendon plopped down on the bench and pulled Ryan down with him.

"Ryan, can we talk?" Brendon asked, the words sticking to his tongue like honey, not wanting to come out.

**i apologize for any mistakes! i haven't proofread yet**