I slowly open my eyes as my sleep is interrupted by a soft cough. I roll on my side on the living room floor (I guess that's where we ended up last night) and try to fall back asleep, but the potent smell fills my lungs followed by a few coughs. I sigh and turn to Brendon,
"Babe, smoking isn't good."
He turns back somewhat pissed off as if I told him to go clean his room.
"I know... I just don't give a flying shit."
"Well I just don't think it's a good idea, that's all. I'm allowed to care about my boyfriend aren't I?"
He glares back and snaps,
"My Boyfriend needs to understand that I can take care of myself. And If I want to smoke, I'm going to goddamn smoke. Ok Boyfriend?!"
I don't know whether to be angry or let it go. He is an adult, but seriously what's his deal?
He turns away to puff out another cloud, while his bottom half is still covered by the blankets. I yank his shoulder back so he faces me. Now we're both pissed for no reason.
"Brendon! What is your problem? Last night was one of the best nights of my goddamn life, and now you're acting like a child. What-Is-wrong?"
I said getting more and more aggravated.
He lets out a sigh and slowly gets up out from under covers. He grabs his phone and looks down. His face looks uneasy,
"I...I'm sorry. It's just that, I" he exhales, "I'm just dealing with some stuff." He walks away towards the kitchen, eyes glued to his phone screen.
A tear rolls down the side of his face and he quickly wipes it off by scratching it. He sniffles and tries to hide his pain and emotions.
He stops and the end of the hallway and leans his head against the doorframe. By now he's covered in tears.
My stomach drops.
Did I cause this? Why won't he tell me? Is this about us? Is he hiding something?
"Bren...?" I softly say.
He hiccups and lets out a short whispered 'I'm fine' before bursting into tears again. He rolls down the side of the wall and lands on the floor burying himself in his hands letting out heavy breaths of tears.
I run over to him and wrap my arms around his waist from the side and bring him closer and eye to eye. He tucks his soft little head into my shoulder and continues to cry.
My heart is breaking. I never want to see him like this, he doesn't deserve this.
Why is he acting like this?
He peaks his head out of my shoulder as he goes from sobs to shortened sniffles. I look down and see his phone pulled out.
I stare down at the phone as it is lighted on the lock screen. It's a shock. My stomach turns in knots and my face turns blank.
He continues to look at the phone trying to resist the years forming again, but fails.
There it is. The small thing with such a big impact. A text that reads:
Ryan Ross:
Brendon, I know it's been a while but, I'm sorry and I want to see you again. I miss you greatly.
-Ryro
YOU ARE READING
Not Everything Goes According to Plan (Brallon/Ryden)
FanfictionDallon is the newest member of Panic! At the Disco, but what will happen as he finds out the frontman Brendon has a secret crush on him? Shit will happen. That's what.
