Back Again//// Ryden **Completed**

Oops, I Forgot.

Brendon's POV

"AHHHHHHHH! WHO THE HELL IS IN THE GUEST ROOM!" Sarah screams waking me up. Then memories of last night come flooding back. Damn it. 

"Sarah... Uh, well I didn't want this to happen... This is-"
"Ryan Ross, pleasure." I didn't realize he woke up too. Oh, wait, of course, he did. Sarah screamed. I bet the neighbors woke up. She looks at him for a long 10 seconds before shaking his hand. 

"I've heard... some things about you from my husband here." She smiles. A fake smile at least. She then twirls around and walks downstairs. 

Ryan lets out a groan. "What the hell just happened?" 

"Sarah, my wife."
"I know that." He gently rubs his arm, where a sickly purple bruise lies. 

"Ryan! That- Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." I look up to see bruising on his face, also a black eye. 
"You aren't 'fine', now sit down, I'll get ice."

"No, it's fine, I should get home anyway." I look down. I don't really want him to leave. If he does... I may never see him again.
"Okay, you need anything? Any help?"

"No." He walks past me and heads down the stairs. I follow him. He puts his hand on the doorknob, then he looks at me. "Thank you." He opens the door and leaves. I look out the window and watch him walk home. 

"Brendon... WHAT THE HELL? YOU DON'T JUST LET SOMEONE SLEEPOVER AND NOT TELL ME!"
"Sorry, I just forgot!" I whisper. 

"Forgot that Ryan Ross, the one that left your band,  was in the guest bedroom?!"

"Sarah! I'm sorry okay?"
"Nope, I have to go, I'll see you tonight." And with that, she gets out of the house and off to work. 

Brendon: Hey, ya'll need a drink?
Spencer: No? A bit busy today.
Dallon: Hell yes! 

Pete: Sure, Patrick says sure too.

Tyler: Josh and I are busy rn, maybe another time.
Josh: What Tyler said.
Brendon: If you want a drink, just meet at the bar at around 8.
Dallon: I'm down. 
Pete: Yup, Patrick and I will be there.

"Hey, Dal!" I say when I enter the bar. 
"Yooooo!" He smiles, "I feel like  haven't seen you in years!"
"How are my little crickets?" Pete smiles while walking over. 

"Crickets?" I grin.

"He may or may not have had a few drinks already." Patrick smiles. 

"Totally." Pete takes another sip of his drink. 

"Hey Dal, do you recognize that song?" Pete smiles. 

"Pete, it's your song, from Fall Out Boy?" Dallon looks at him warily. 
"Yeah, suuure." Pete spins around. "Bro, I'm so drunk." He slings an arm around Patrick. "Hey isn't that tiny dude?" He points to a guy across the room. 

"Tiny d- Oh shit." Dallon looks over, and so do I. 

"Brendon, turn away..." He puts a hand on my shoulder. 

"Hey tiny!" Pete shouts getting literally everyone's attention. "Brendon doesn't like you!" Pete points to Ryan. "Wait... I know you! You're the guy who stole my cow! Gimme my cow back!"
"Pete, shut up." Patrick glares at Ryan. 
"Yes, mother." Pete slumps into his chair. "I love this chair." He sighs. 

I turn back to Ryan, who's quickly making his way outside. People start to point and take pictures. Social media will be all over it tomorrow. "Dal, I'm going to-" 

"I know, go." He says. 

"Ry-Ryan?!?" He's awkwardly walking down the sidewalk, not at all in a straight line. He's drunk. "Ryan!" I run up to him, it isn't hard seeing how slow he's walking. He grips a lamp post. 

"Get away from me! I told you I don't want to see you anymore!" He starts to run. It's like he doesn't know who I am.

"Ryan!" I run faster. "Stop... Please, it's me, Brendon." 

"Brendon?" He looks at me. "Oh god." He wraps his arms around me. "Brendon, I don't- I didn't."

"Shh, stop you're drunk, don't say something you'll regret." 
"No, Bren... I didn't drink alcohol." He whispers. "I don't- something- someone."
"Ryan? What happened?"

"I'm dizzy." Then he collapses in my arms. 

"Ryan? RYAN!" 

"Brendon? Where am I?"
"Hospital, you passed out after saying you were dizzy. And you didn't drink so."
"Oh, sorry... I just keep becoming dead weight when I'm around you, huh?" He gives off an awkward laugh.

"I guess." I shrug. "They said you have a minor concussion. So tell me, who the hell hit you that night?"
"I don't know..." He sighs. "What? I don't!"
"Whatever, just tell the doctors that." I feel a surge of anger. 

"Brendon... Please, I'm sorry."
"How well do you remember Cape Town?" I violently turn to face him.
"I remember every second." He says calmly. 
"Do you? Because you said you never wanted to-"
"See you again, even if it's by my death bed." He finishes.
I look at him, shocked. He's memory is really good. "You do remember?" It came out as a question. 
"Well... of course." He says simply. He looks at his hands. 

"BRENDON WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!" Sarah screams over the phone. 

"Sarah, I was with Dal, Pete, and Patrick."
"A bar? AN ACTUAL BAR? WHY?"

"I have a life I'm allowed to live!"

"WE HAVE SOME SERIOUS TALKING TO DO!" She screams.

"Calm down.."

"CALM DOWN? I WAS WORRIED SICK!"
"I know, I'll make it up to you later, I got to go." I hang up. 

"Ryan?  Hey." I sit in the chair next to him. 
"Hey." He groans."I feel like shit."
"I know, I know."
"How's Sarah?"

"What?"
"I'm not deaf Bren."
"She's alright, she upset though."
"If you need to go home, just go."
"Ryan...."
"Just go, be with her."
"Nope. She isn't the one who could've died."
"Bren... Please don't do anything you'll regret later." 
"I won't I promise." I cover his hand with mine, then I realize what I did and I retract my hand. 

"Have you heard from Spencer or Jon lately? Even Pete?" I decide to change the subject.
"No, not really." He mutters. 

"Why? What about listening to the music Panic! releases?"
"I uh-"
"No, no it's fine."
"Bren..."

"No, I understand-"
"And I meant everything I said that night?" He sings. "Do those lyrics mean anything?"
"Ryan... I think you know what it's about."
He nods. "You listened to The Young Veins?"
"Of course... Well, I did... You listen to the songs I release?"
"All the time."