Rain

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Guys...guys...I listened...

I wrote smut.

"Oh my god." Ryan collapses to the ground in sobs, this time happy ones.

Brendon can not tell the difference, Ryan is still sobbing. Brendon rushes over, picking the small boy up and into his arms.

"Are you okay?" Brendon asks as he wipes the tears with his sleeve.

Ryan laughs. Brendon is relieved. "I'm okay, I'm just really happy you actually showed up. That you're actually going."

"I could never miss this, never miss an opportunity with you." Brendon lifts Ryan's chin up and smiles widely.

Patrick squeals excitedly. Pete just grabs his hand to shush him.

"Who wants happy meals!?" Brendon asks, sliding the woman a few bills. She rushes back and begins to cook more happy meals.

Everyone cheers. Ryan steps forward and grabs Brendon's hand to lead them over to Patrick and Pete. "Brendon, this is Pete..." Pete extends a hand but Brendon scoops him into a hug.

"And this is his boyfriend, Patrick."

Brendon engulfs Patrick, lifting the small boy off the ground. Brendon sets him down and puts an elbow on Patrick's head, leaning. "You're friends are so tiny...it's adorable."

"Thanks." Ryan laughs.

"Why don't you guys sit down and I'll grab the food when it comes out?" Brendon gently pushes Ryan toward his table.

All three sit down, Patrick next to Pete, and Pete across from Ryan.

"Isn't he amazing?" Ryan sighs, staring at Brendon.

Pete stares at the taller man, in a llama suit, waiting for happy meals. "He's...something..." Pete didn't think Brendon would be this crazy from the get go.

Patrick smacks Pete under the table. "I think he's very wonderful. Such a nice guy in person." Patrick nods.

"Thanks." Ryan watches Brendon walk over with 4 happy meals.

"They're McNuggets...I hope that's okay." Brendon sits down next to Ryan.

They all begin to take out their food. Pete and Patrick gather the fries that fell to the bottom of their box before setting up their food in an organized fashion. The nuggets sit in one half of the container, fries dumped in the other, ketchup just to the left. The apple slices sit in front of the juice box. Ryan keeps his all in its separate containers. Brendon looks at the apple slices with a frown.

"What's wrong?" Ryan asks.

"I don't want the apples." Brendon mumbles.

"Here, have my fries and I'll take these. I like apples anyways." Ryan switches with Brendon, who smiles widely.

"Thanks Ryan." Brendon happily eats a fry. "I don't know if you guys wanted milk, but I really like milk so I got milk." Brendon opens the container.

"Milk is good but not for my waistline." Ryan sips the apple juice.

"It goes right to the ass." Brendon shrugs. "But I wanna be bootyful sooo..." He blows bubbles into the milk.

Patrick and Pete quietly eat, not sure what to say.

"Do any of you know my music except Ryan?" Brendon asks, dunking his chicken into sauce.

"Yes." Patrick answers quickly.