Oh Memories, Where'd You Go? || Ryden

Chapter Three

»Brendon's P.O.V.«

Ryan was standing dangerously close to me on the stage. I was confused. "Ryan? Why are you so close to me?" I ask him. It was like he snapped out of a trance because he shakes his head and backed away. "Alrighty then." I say. I look back at Ryan, who was clutching his guitar. All those feelings I had for him came back. I forced myself to forget all about him but the memories and the feelings came back. "Again, thank you all so much for coming tonight. Enjoy the party!" I say. The guys and I get off the stage.

"Hey, I'm sorry for getting that close to you on stage. I don't know what overcame me." Ryan says. "It's okay. It's nothing new when it comes to us." I chuckle. "Heh, yeah." Ryan says. "Can I talk to you alone, Brendon? Like outside?" "Sure." Ryan and I go outside. "I'm sorry for what happened ten years ago. I feel so bad for hitting you like that." Ryan says. "It's okay. I shouldn't have said what I said. I'm sorry too." I say. "It's okay, man." Ryan says. We hug. Ryan was warm even though it was freezing outside. The smell of his cologne hasn't changed in ten years. He still wears the same cologne.

Ryan pulls away from the hug. "In all honesty, I was half expecting you to kiss me on stage. You used to always kiss me on stage during Pas De Chavel." Ryan said. I did a double take. Did he really just say that? "Why would I kiss you? You have germs." I laugh. "Because you're you. Brendon Urie in all his Bisexual glory." Ryan says. "I've changed. And you can't talk, you're Bisexual too, Ryan." I say. "It seems like you don't have the balls to do it anymore. Pussy." Ryan tests me. "Me? A pussy? I think not." I say. He sticks his head out and pickers his lips. "Then kiss me." He says. My stomach had butterflies. "Uhm, what?" I ask. "Kiss me. Or do you not have balls?" Ryan said.

Without a warning to Ryan, I kiss him. Ryan put his hand on my shoulder. This kiss lasted a few moments. Ryan pulls away. "Damn, you got balls kid." Ryan laughed. "You tested me. You did that to yourself sir." I say. Ryan's cheeks turned pink. He was blushing. "Why are you blushing, Ross?" I ask. His eyes widened. "I'm not! It's just really cold out here." Ryan says. I laugh. We go back inside. "Where have you two been?" Dallon asks. "You must be Dallon, I'm Ryan." Ryan says. He shakes Dallon's hand. "It's nice to meet you Ryan. Brendon told me about you." Dallon said. I felt a blush creep up my neck. I look down. "Did he now?" Ryan asked. "Dallon! Come here!" Breezy called for him. "Gotta go." Dallon said and walked to his wife.

Ryan turned to face me. "What did you say about me, Urie?" Ryan asked. "I just told them how good at guitar you were and that Panic! At The Disco wouldn't exist without you." I say. "How nice. I can't take all the credit. You are keeping Panic! alive. And with a new album coming out in the future, you have done so much for this band, kid." Ryan said. I look up at him. Spencer and Jon walk up to us. We talk for a little while.

» Ryan's P.O.V.«

"We should all hang out tomorrow." Spencer says. "I can't. I have to get home to my wife and kids." Jon says. "Ah, man. Well, maybe some other time. Ryan, Brendon what do you say?" Spencer asks.  "Sure." I say. "Yeah, how about at my house?" Brendon asks. We agree to meet at Brendon's house. Brendon and I go grab a beer from a cooler. "How's life been treating you?" I ask. "Alright. I had a girlfriend a few years back but she cheated on me. It was during Vices & Virtues. I wrote a song for her." Brendon says. So he's single. "Ah, that sucks. I had a girlfriend too but she broke things off a while ago because I was always working on new music." I say. "Sarah always got onto me for working on music and the band." Brendon says. "I swear, women always want attention." I say. "Hey, you wanted attention too, Ryan. You would always walk around the bus with your pants on your head and your shirt around your waist looking for attention." Brendon said.

I did do that. When A Fever You Can't Sweat Out was dropped, I would put my pants on my head and my shirt around my waist. I nudge Brendon. "I was pretty stupid back then." I laugh. "I bet you're still stupid now." Brendon laughed. "Yeah, I am. I jumped off my roof and onto a trampoline. I broke my leg in the process." I say. "Ouch. Why did you do that?" "Because I was drunk and jumped off my roof onto a trampoline. I bounced off the trampoline and onto the ground and broke my leg." Brendon shakes his head in disappointment.

"I would never do anything that dumb." Brendon says. "Oh yeah says the one who streaked down a street when you were at a house party in high school." I say. "Oh shut up." Brendon slaps my arm. "Guys, I'm heading out. Elisa wants me home." Patrick says. "Nice seeing you again man." I say. "You too." Patrick smiles. He leaves. Pete walks over to us. "Brendon we have thirty more minutes until we have to leave the bar." Pete says. "Okay, let me tell everyone." Brendon says. He walks into the stage. "Hi again. So we are going to need to start leaving the bar. I rented it out until twelve and it's almost time. Thank you!" He says. Everyone begins to leave. Brendon and I stand outside. "I'm gonna head home." Brendon says. "Yeah, me too." I say. We both get in our cars. Brendon drives off and I sit there. Did I really kiss Brendon after all these years?

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