When the day met the night || Ryden

I've never so adored you

{Brendons pov}

"Brendon! Come down here." My mom screeched. It was 4 in the morning! Why does she always do this?

"One second!" I yell back. I fell back asleep.

around 15 minutes later, my dad bursted through my door and slapped my face. I yelped in surprise as he yanked me up from my bed.

"We do not tolerate this behavior." He said angrily as he pulled me downstairs.

Wait, all I did was fall asleep, and this man is slapping me and yanking on my hair? I don't understand adults.

"Brendon! What took you so long?!" my mom yelled.

"I fell asleep. Its 4 in the fricking morning, what would you expect?" I rub my eyes.

"Don't you give me that attitude, young man!" My mom punched my arm. I felt a flash of pain as my arm screamed in agony.

I ran back up stairs and I threw on a brand new sweatshirt and pants. I grabbed 20 dollars, my phone, and I ran back downstairs.

My mom noticed this, and yelled "Brendon Boyd Urie! Where the hell do you think you're going?!"

I turn around, trying not to scream.

I said back, "Out. I'm going out."

I walked outside, and closed the door behind me. I'm finally free from that hellhole.

Most days, I just walk around the city, but today, I just sat at a park and wrote a new song.

I clicked my pen as I thought about the lyrics...

You've never been so divine in accepting your defeat,

and I've never been more scared to be...

born?

Lone?

Alone?

Yeah, Alone!

Hm. I guess that works.

I set an alarm on my phone for 6 am every day, so I know when Ryan's diner opens. My day is always brighter whenever he's in my sight. Hes such a kind friend.

My fingers shook as I wrote down the last lyric in my new song: Folkin' around. I'm writing this song based off of memories with past people I know.

My alarm for 6:00 started playing. It was a recording of one of my written songs: Side of Me. It is so lively and fun, it wakes me up immediately.

When I heard the alarm, I dropped my pen in surprise. I picked it up and ran to the diner. I'm excited to see my best friend again!

[Ryan's POV]

The bell for 6:00 rang, and hungry customers bursted through the door. The first customer was a girl, around my age, and she was flirting with me. She twirled her hair between two fingers as she ordered.

"Can I have 1 pancake?" She says with sickly sweet innocence.

I roll my eyes. "Mmhm! Anything else?"

She leaned in close to me, to the point where I can feel her breath on my face.

"Yes. I want your number. My place Is right down the road."

I stepped back in surprise. I cringed as she bit her lip.

"Honey, no. Try harder next time." I walk back into the kitchen as Patrick takes my place at the cash register.