dear ryan [COMPLETED]

choice

"brendon, i can't."

"can't what?"

"i can't do this anymore. people are suspecting things."

"so?"

"so that means that people won't come to our shows or anything if they find out about us!"

"who's going to tell them, huh?"

"they know. they even write some weird ass stories and draw pictures about it."

"oh. well, do you think i care about what other people think about me? since when have i at all?"

"well, i don't want to lose everything i have just because i'm gay and people are homophobic and won't do or buy anything related to us anymore."

"you don't get it, do you, ry?"

"get what?"

"i fucking love you, and you want to what, break up with me over us getting out? all you care about is this stupid band and the fucking money!"

"just think what would happen."

"i'm not thinking about that right now. i'm thinking about kissing you, and hugging you, and hanging out with my boyfriend for hours."

"brendon, i, i just can't do this. i'm sorry."

and with that sentence brendon left the room and i left him. forever.

i didn't see him for years after.

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stupid reasons, right?

well, i learned that now.

is this really the right choice?

hm, too late now.

knock knock.

"hel-ryan?"

"yeah. it's me."

"why are you here?"

"i think you know damn well why i'm here."

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guess who's slow at updating
it's me

also i'm so proud of myself your boy got that over the fence home run in softball that got everyone in so i almost tied it up 8-7