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

Karaoke Night with Ryan

Brendon's POV.

"Hey, good morning Ryan." I saw walking to the coffee machine. I realize there is a cup ready for me. 

"I hope I remembered correctly." He says. He's writing in a small notebook. I take a sip of the coffee. 

"God, how the hell did you remember?" 

"Because I was always making everyone coffee."

"I'm not sure how you stayed awake long enough to do that. Granted, once you mixed up the sugar with the salt, but..." 

"Don't you dare remind me." He says faking a gag. I chuckle, walking over to the table, sitting next to him.
"Sooo.... Me and a bunch of other people are going karaoke, since Spencer decided singing our lungs out is way better then drinking at a bar. You wanna come?" I ask. I regret it immediately, what the fuck am I doing? 
"Uh, sure, why not... Who's coming?" 

"Spencer, Dallon, Pete, Patrick, Tyler, and Josh," I say. 
"Oh, uh okay." He says hiding his eyes with his hair. 

"Ryan..?"

"I haven't talked to Spencer or Pete in so long. I guess I'm afraid that.... There will be unwanted tension in the air." 

"Oh don't worry," I say, trying to persuade both him and me. I gently put my hand on his leg. Confused about why he flinched a bit. 

We end up talking the whole day. At times we would sit in silence. But most times we'd talk and drink coffee.

 I hear a buzz and Ryan gets his phone out. He gives it a look like that phone killed his dog. 

"Hey, I have to take this.." He says standing up and walking to the guest room. For some reason, I wave, but his door is already closed. 

After about five minutes he comes back down. 

"You alright?" I ask slowly. 
"What? Oh yeah, I'm fine." He bites his lip and fiddles with a pen. 

"Okay then..." I whisper. 

~~~

"Hey, my people!" I shout when we walk into the karaoke room. 
"Hey, Brendon!" Spencer sees who is behind me and his smile falters. "Hey... Ryan." He says. 
Dallon stares at Ryan like he's Satan himself. "I've heard stories, nice to meet you." Dallon shakes Ryan's hand. 

"Ohhhh What up Ryro?" Pete giggles. 

"Why is he always drunk in this story?!" Patrick sighs. We all look at him. Then he blinks and stares at Ryan. "Long time no see." 
"Ryan," Tyler says shaking his hand. Josh does the same. 

"I call being the judge!" Spencer shouts. 

"I call being another judge!" Josh says smiling. 
"Let's do group battle!" Spencer suggests. 

"Groups of three!!!" Josh shouts. 

Pete grabs Patrick. Dallon hugs me. That leaves Ryan and Tyler. Tyler grins and walks to Patrick, oh he's so dead. He knows what he just did. 

"Okay!!! Group... Panic!" Spencer gestures to Dallon, Ryan and I. "And group... Uh..... Twenty One Falling Boys?" Spencer stutters. 

"Nope, how 'bout... Group Random?" Josh says. Spencer shrugs. 

"Panic! you up first!" Spencer smiles. "Sing... Time To Dance." Dallon takes a sip of his drink. 

"Let's goooo!" He grabs a mic. So do I. Ryan stays in his seat. 
"Come on Ryan." Dallon whines. Then Ryan grabs his mic. 

"This isn't supposed to be a trio song," Ryan so stubbornly says. 
Dallon takes out a bass. "I ain't singing this song." He says. 

"Why the hell do you have a bass?" Tyler asks. 
"Why not?" 

We finish the song. It reminds me of the fever era. Singing on stage with Ryan. 

"Alright, Randoms, sing........ Centuries." 

"Aww, come on!" Tyler whines. 

~~~

"So that was fun," I say to Ryan on the car ride home. 

"Pete was so drunk." 
"Yeah... He forgot the lyrics to Centuries." It went something like this..... 

  But you *mumbles some random shit* remember me *voice crack*
Remember me, for.... a lot of years. 

"Yep..." Ryan smiles. 
"Ryan, who called you today?" I ask. He frowns. 
"M-My b-boyfriend." He turns away.

"Ryan, is his name Sam Knight?" 
"Yeah, how did you-"
"He was hitting on me." 
"Bren... Don't trust him, just don't. He was just drunk, whatever he said is not true." 

"He didn't say anything." 

"Oh, well... I should g-go home." He says. 

"Ryan-" I try to talk him out of it, but he doesn't want to hear it.

"I'll walk if I have to." He stares me down. 
"Fine." 

I drop him off at his home, and I see him knock the door to see a very upset man. The man drags him in and slams the door. Every fiber in my body tell me to follow Ryan, but I suggest otherwise. It's his life, not mine. 

 I lay awake in bed. 

Brendon: Hey, you okay?

I send it to Ryan.  

Tyler: Dude, I can't sleep, why did you let Josh get drunk, Pete? 
Pete: My face feels like cats! 

Patrick: Sorry about Pete.
Spencer: Shut up I want to sleep.

Dallon: Guys, guess what... I THREW UP FIVE TIMES. Also... Brendon, PC. 

~~~

Dallon: How's Ryan? He seemed very... Well... withdrawn. 

Brendon: IDK, but I think he's having some relationship issues, whatever it is, I'm sure he can handle.

Dallon: Bren, it's obvious, he needs your help, but is too afraid to ask. Also, brb I gotta upchuck......
Brendon: Well I guess, I'll see, tomorrow... GN. 

I sigh and before I know it, I'm asleep.