~~Ryan's POV~~
As I walked into Starbucks I noticed that something felt different. I didn't know what, but it was as if I was being watched. But I was right. There was something different. Sat in my usual seat, after all these years, was Brendon Urie. I almost didn't believe it but there he was. But not today. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, especially not him. I grabbed my drink and turned to leave when I heard my name being called and felt a hand on my shoulder. I knew that touch.
~~Brendon's POV~~
I knew it was a mistake coming here. Why did I have to choose the one coffee shop he would be in? I tried to hide my face but I couldn't resist seeing him again. I had to talk to someone, after all it had been at least a year since I'd had a real friend. In the end I got up and caught him just as he was turning away. I guess he didn't want to see me. Understandable.
"Uh.. hey Ryan, long time no see." I said
"Yeah it's been a while. I haven't heard anything of you for at least a year. You taking a break from music?"
I realised that people had begun to notice my absence from the music scene.
"Yeah.. something like that". I muttered, regretting the conversation already.
"Well I'd better go, I've got uh.. stuff to do", he whispered, seeming just as uncomfortable as I was. But I couldn't let him go. Not this time- I needed someone to talk to, someone to be there for me. H turned towards the door and I followed him out."Wait, Ryan please don't go."
He gave me a glare and I felt ashamed of myself for even hoping he'd care about me.
"What now, Brendon? If you really need to talk to me so badly can we please go somewhere else? I don't exactly want to be caught standing with you in the middle of the street."
My heart leapt,"Ok, we could go to my place."
He spat back a response of,"Yeah whatever. Let's get this over with."
~~Ryan's POV~~
I didn't know what he wanted with me but if it meant that we wouldn't be seen in public together then I didn't care. I refused to let myself fall right back into the same trap that had left me alone and broken all those years ago. But, I had to admit I was slightly intrigued by his sudden departure from music. As far as I could tell he'd always loved his job and had no reason to quit. On the other hand I'd always hated big crowds, all expecting so much of me that I could never give. I had a reason to quit.
~~Brendon's POV~~
As we pulled up to my house I had a sudden feeling that this was a bad idea. Maybe I was meant to be alone. Maybe I didn't deserve friends. Maybe I was a freak.
I opened the door and went inside, Ryan followed at a snails pace. I then realised that I had no idea what we were actually going to talk about, I just wanted some company.
"Do you want a beer?" I asked, trying to break the ice.
"Yeah sure."
"Uh.. make yourself at home, I guess."
Ryan wandered off to sit down and I went to the kitchen to grab a couple beers. I rehearsed the lines of 'I really miss the old days, you know. Maybe we should see each other more often, have a catch up every once in a while'.
I handed Ryan his beer and we both sat down and I poured out those shitty lines to him. He didn't stop me halfway through and tell me to fucking forget it, which I had expected from the start. Instead he actually smiled at me.
