The Record Store- Ryden

11 Brendon's POV

Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck. What did I just do? He's straight. S T R A I G H T. Why do I always fucking fall for the straight ones? This is just like Shane, back in Jersey. They all said they were ok with me being gay, and then I fucked it all up by kissing Shane. That's what's going to happen here, too, I just know it. I kissed Ryan and now my entire life is going to get fucked over- I'll probably lose my job, due to Spencer and Ryan's connection. Oh fuck.
I pull out my phone and shakily dial Gerard's number.
Answer you bastar-
"Hey B, what's up?"
"Fuck fuck fuck can we meet up? I need to talk to you."
"Sure. Meet you in ten at Butcher's?"
"Great."
I hang up and turn my phone off completely.
The bar is only a five minute walk away, thankfully, because it is beginning to rain.

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"Ten minutes my ass," I remark as Frank and Gerard finally enter the bar, twenty minutes late.
"Sorry, we were... busy," they share a glance. I roll my eyes. Seriously, get a room.
"What did you want to talk about?" Gee asks, sitting down next to me, after sharing an unnecessarily prolonged kiss with Frank.
"I think I've made a huuuuge mistake," I sigh, gulping down the last of my third pint.
"Well, what did you do?" Asks Frank, who is now sat on my other side, ordering another three beers.
"I kissed Ryan."
They both stare at me like I'm an idiot, which, THANKS I already know. But then Gerard starts to smile.
"Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?" He laughs. How is he FAILING to see my dilemma here? And Frank, too, is laughing, now.
"He's straight!" I exclaim. There, now they're not laughing. Finally.
"Wait, really?"
"Yes!!" Jesus, what's a guy got to do for some actual advice and sympathy around here?
"But..." Gerard begins.
"The way he looks at you suggest otherwise," finishes Frank.
"Or, rather, the way he only looks at you and at nothing else," smirks Gee.
"You don't understand!" I almost shout.
"Well," begins Frank in an attempt to be more comforting, "how did he react?"
"He... was surprised."
"Anything else?"
Not really. He was just... surprised. So was I, to be fair.
"No."
"And what did he say?" Inquires Gee.
"Nothing... I just left."
This seems to have them outraged. I see it in their eyes as I say it.
"You have to call him-"
"How do you know he didn't want you to stay-?"
They begin at the same time. Then they share a glance, and suddenly their hands are on me, trying to find the pocket I keep my phone in.
"Guys-" I start, but I know it's useless, and besides, Frank has already found it in my back pocket. He lightly tosses it to Gerard, who begins to  turn it on. I snatch it out of his hands and sit back down in my seat.
"Are you going to call him?" Asks Gee, peering anxiously over my shoulder.
"Maybe. I dunno."
My phone turns on and I see that I have a new notification. It's a text. From Ryan.
"See, I told you-" begins Frank before being hit on the shoulder by Gerard.
"Don't get his hopes up!" He hisses.
hey, wheres the concert on wed? and what time?
I sigh, relieved. He probably wants to forget the whole thing. I want that too... I think.
But Lover-Boys have a different idea.
"He wants to see you again!" They exclaim simultaneously.
"No, I think-" but I am cut off, once again, by them snatching my phone off of me to write a reply.
same place, at eight xx
Thankfully, they let me proofread it.
"Kisses, seriously?" I ask, my eyebrows raised.
"My special touch," smiles Gerard, proudly.
I delete them quickly and send the text.
I guess I'll see him on Wednesday.

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{Not my best work but bear in mind i am unmotivated and tired out of my fucking mind. I like writing in b's pov tbh

Caraaaaaaa}