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ryanross : i got sick.

brenny 💙 : holy shit

ryanross : don't make a big deal of it or i'll block you again

brenny 💙 : alright..

brenny 💙 wait you're sick?

ryanross : yes

brenny 💙 : but you're never sick

ryanross : i gotta rest, bye brendon.


Ryan set his phone down on the table in front of him, his pastry still sitting idle in a container. His face adorned a small smile that had appeared without the teenager's knowledge. Ryan's hand moved to cover his upturned lips as his eyes fell shut. A muffled sigh escaped Ryan's covered mouth and he worked to pry his chocolate eyes open.

It was true. He didn't have to fake it. Ryan really was sick. 


Sick of missing Brendon Boyd Urie.


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