Star Crossed //☽ ☾\\ Rydon

2// Everything Goes According To Plan

After we had left the meeting it seemed like I would never be able to escape the taunts and jokes from my bandmates about the whole ordeal.

Brendon and I decided that the best course of action would be to give the public what they wanted. If they wanted to see me and Brendon in a dinner talking across the table, they would see it. If they wanted to see us behind the same diner pinning each other to the brick wall then that's what they would see.

Of course, when I saw the paparazzi following us I acted like I was looking for a place to hide with Brendon when in reality I was making it so blatantly obvious.

I grabbed Brendon's wrist and pulled him behind the building that was to our right and pushed him roughly against the wall. Giving his ass a squeeze, I lifted his shirt and slid my hands along his skin.

After A few seconds, I walked away quickly and left Brendon confused and stunned against the brick wall.

When Brendon caught up with me he opened his mouth to say something but I leaned over and gave his soft lips a quick peck and continued walking.

"Hey Ryan," Brendon started, making me turn around, "Can we go back to my place?"

I nodded and followed him to wherever he was taking me and couldn't help but smile.

I noticed as we walked and chatted about random things Brendon would nervously bite his lips or stare at me out of the corner of his eyes.

It confused me because I had no clue why he seemed so nervous. I couldn't help but wonder if it could have been because of how this whole thing was playing out. It had all happened so fast and it seemed to have left both of us confused and clueless.

After finally arriving at the place Brendon called home, he gave me a tour.

It was a large house, you could definitely tell Brendon was here often but it wasn't almost like the house had never been lived in.

Everything was clean and it looked as if it hadn't been touched in a while. Other than the pizza box on the table, everything looked as though it could have been in a museum exhibit.

The interior was decorated in many neutral colors, making the house seem hollow. To the left of the door was a table full of various things. One of them a gift I had given him.

"You kept this?" I asked picking the object over.

I turned it over in my hands, still as smooth as the day I had found it, a simple carving on the back faced up at me. The gift was nothing but a rock I had found one day while Brendon and I were skipping our afternoon classes. We had been walking down by the river that tore through our town and I ended up tripping.

After I had gotten up and dusted myself off I looked down and saw a rock.

It was a deep brown color, unlike any other either of us had ever seen, perfectly smooth, and the exact color of Brendon's eyes.

I remembered picking it up and turning it over a couple times in my hands, then holding it up next to Brendon's wide eyes, making him laugh. It seemed so cool to me that such a thing happened that I flipped the rock in my hands and took a key from my pocket.

It took awhile, but by the time I was done, it was a little heart that was very rough and squared off and then my initials next to it.

It seemed like just a cute, cheesy to me for the longest time but I remember when he thought he had lost it and cried for an hour because it meant so much to him.

I always knew Brendon was a sentimental person but I never knew he was that sentimental.

Even after we broke up, where most people threw everything of their ex's away, he kept that stupid rock.