I'll swear that I'll always paint you Golden Days {Ryden}

-ten-

Brendon didn't understand. His brown orbs carefully followed the movements of his neighbour as he also began to study his new learned vision. He began to lean against the cold door as silence fell over both. It looked like the guy was thinking as his light brown eyes jumped from one point to another. He turned around and looked at the shut down computer that shamefully peeked through Brendons bedroom door.

"We have to move.", was what broke the silence as the taller one turned around again locking eye contact with Brendon. "Wait, what?" The confusion that had lingered in Brendons head found it's way to his voice. "We have to move. Trust me. They know now.", was the answer of the guy as he began to tap his foot restlessly. "They? Who are They?" The light brown eyes were filled with hidden fear before their gaze fell to the ground. "You don't want to know.", his voice was weak now. "Well, matter of factly I do." Brendon didn't just leave the topic be like his neighbour prayed he would. He wouldn't just move. That was insane. His computer just broke down, that happens all the time, right? That's nothing unusual. Nothing to make such a big deal out,  right?

The guy shook his head slowly as he looked into Brendons brown eyes with fear hidden deep down in his own. Brendon sighed quietly. He still wasn't convinced but why would this guy make up such a weird story? Why would he act that way? There had to be something true, right? Brendon nearly drowned in confusion. He didn't know what to think anymore. "What's your name?", he asked with care causing the guy to be less tense. "Ryan." Brendon remembered the letter boxes. "Ryan..." He made a gesture with his hand indicating he was waiting for more. Ryan waited a second before he finally answered. "Ryan Ross.", he said nearly coldly. Brendon nodded as a response before saying his own name. "Brendon Urie. Well, Brendon Boyd Urie if we're being specific but Brendon is enough.", he said holding out his hand. Ryan took it with a half smile and shook it. "Nice name." "Thank you, yours as well. So, Ryan, where do you want to go then?", he asked with a serious expression. The taller one was thinking again before his eyes lit up. "I might know a place. It's out of town in the forest. It's an old mansion. I don't know I'm what condition it is now. I was there as a teenager. It was good enough to stay over night.", he said mentally painting the mansion again. Brendon rose his brows. "Why did you stay there as a teen?", he asked confused. "Doesn't matter now. I'll tell you later first we really need to pack and get out of here.", Ryan answered ready to go back to his own apartment when he was stooped by Brendon. "Hold on. I know you for like ten minutes now and you want me to just blindly follow you into the woods? You understand that this sounds insane, right?", the smaller one tried to reason. Ryan looked at him with pleading eyes. "I know it sounds like that but please you have to trust me in this. We're not safe here, not anymore. Brendon, please.", he begged with panic lacing the rim of his voice.

Brendon just stood there and thought. The story was kind of believable. Kind of. There had to be a reason he never heard of same sex soul mates. It was wrong, right? But yet here he was. Seeing his first colour in the least romantic situation possible. Even if his soul mate was a murderer. What had he to lose? There wasn't really anyone or anything that would miss him or need him for that matter. He had nothing to lose. It didn't matter where he was. It didn't matter if he was gone or dead. Not that he particularly wanted to die but the slight danger and the risk that came with this opportunity made his life less boring now. A price he was willing to take. Plus, it was his soul mate. A relationship ship should be built with trust, right?

"Okay." Brendon walked away from his door into his messy bedroom searching for his suitcases. "Really?", echoed Ryan's voice in the hallway. "Yep." Ryan stood and stared for a few more seconds before he turned around and hurriedly left to his own apartment to pack his stuff. Meanwhile Brendon was filling up every suitcase and backpack he owned with his clothes and a lot of doubt. He couldn't believe he did this. But he Did. This was probably the most stupid thing he had done in a while. And it was kind of exciting. Finally something was happening, right?

He realised that he owned nearly no brown clothes, therefore some brown shoes. The more you know. He messily packed everything and changed into his basic black and white outfit. At last he packed some instant food that he had left and obviously his cigarettes. As he was searching for the lighter he remembered that it fell between the balconies. Great. He innerly cursed himself for that. If he hadn't given the lighter to Ryan then a of this wouldn't be happening right now. He was filled with a lot of mixed feelings over this situation. On one hand it seemed crazy but on the other hand he wanted to go and it seemed thrilling and exciting. But it was too late, he couldn't back out now. He said yes.

He also met his soul mate. After years of just living next to each other. After years of searching and loneliness. He was so close all this time. Brendon never thought that he would be attracted to guys. He never knew that was an option. Though now that he thought about it. There were some guys in his life that he found cute or really handsome. He thought that was normal but aperiantly it wasn't. He had to admit that Ryan was pretty good looking. That was a lie. He was looking amazing. But no one besides Brendon would get to know about his opinion. That was his secret. And he would keep it.

When his bags were packed Brendon carried all of them to the door to the best of his ability. He carefully opened the door struggling a bit with all the weight on him but eventually he was able to leave his apartment. Ryan was already waiting outside with significantly less bags then the smaller one. He was leaning against the wall looking straight ahead. The artificial light hit his face in an oddly beautiful way until he turned towards the struggling man. "Ready?", he asked picking up his bags and taking some from Brendon so they were equal. The dark haired man nodded.

"I'm ready to go."