Not Everything Goes According to Plan (Brallon/Ryden)

Chapter 13: Isn't it Tragic?

{Brendon's POV}

My shoes squeak on the wet stairs of the bus as I walk out on my way to the bar. I look down and let out a huge sigh, I hate lying to Dallon but... it's Ryan. Ryan was (is?) the love of my life.

After about ten minutes of walking down the boulevard I finally see our meeting place. A block before my hands start sweating like crazy and my heart rate increases. I wipe my hands on my jeans, then run them through my damp hair.

Am I doing the right thing?

Before I push the bar door open, I take a huge breath and close my eyes. It's been so long. All of a sudden, he contacts me out of the blue and wants to meet up with me. Is he going to be the Ryro I once knew or just George Ross? I start to panic.

I swing the door back and swallow.

There he is sitting at a small booth in the corner, eyes looking down. He's wearing a white T-shirt with a gray blazer over and his hair is somewhat the same the way his lengthy wavy locks rest just about his shoulders. I walk towards him and stop at the corner of our booth.

"Is this seat taken?"

He looks and his smile grows wider and wider by the second. My face reflects his and we both let out a small chuckle. My stomach is filled with butterflies as all the good memories of our past friendship flows back into my mind. I sit down across the table, but our eyes never part and our grins never fade.

"Hi Bren." He lays his long and bony fingers flat on the table. Hot damn were those sexy.

"Hi Ryro." I respond back and his eyes trickle down to my shirt.

"Is that? You still have it?" He questions with a confused but happy look on his face.

Yes I still have it you idiot, I would've never let the last piece I had of you go.

"Oh this ole thing! I just didn't have any other clean shirts."

I know he can obviously tell my little white lies, but he lets it go.

After a few minutes of small talk and catching up I spit out the big question,

"Ryan why did you text me?"

He stares blankly at me and his expression loses it's glee. He begins to sigh and mumble slowly,

"Um... You know we haven't really, erm... talked in like a while, and ugh... I just wanted to catch up? Ya know."

Ryan Ross and his clear speaking abilities everyone.

I stare at him with an eyebrow raised and my eyes rolled. He knows I'm not buying his shit. He knows we feel the same way, but he just afraid to admit what we had was perfect and what he did completely fucked both of our lives up.

He looks down at his hands and he begins to slightly scratch the back of his head. He can barley manage his words out.

"I.. I um." He lets out a long a sigh "I missed you Bren. I missed you alot. Hell, I missed you the first day I left. And I'm so so genuinely sorry that I did what I did. Not a day goes by that I wish we were still together writing songs and holding hands. We were perfect and I...I just messed it all up. I want to be us again, I want to be friends. I've missed you and I never want to let you go again. I want you to be mine forever."

He looks up and we both begin to tear up, i whisper "I miss you too Ryro, and I accept your apology."

He smiles and gets up. Ryan stands in front of me and opens his hand out.

"Let's get out of here." He smirks.

I smile back and he pulls me up and out of the bar while our hands are interlocked.

I feel like it's 2008 again.

It's like we never left but only halted our relationship.

Ten minutes later~~~

I walk into his apartment room door and he doesn't even bother to turn on the lights. I don't know what the hell city we are in, but all I know is that Ryan Ross lives here.

I step into the pitch black hallway looking for a light switch as he closes the door behind me. I feel something brush up against my leg, but before I could process what it was, Ryan's lips are pressed to mine and I'm shoved against the hallway wall.

I kiss back, remembering all the times we've done this in the past.

Not like this, not this nice.

His arm crawls up and he begins to play with my messy hair. His mouth takes force upon mine as he is sure as hell making sure that I'm his bitch tonight. All I can do is raise a grin through the kisses and let his tongue do the work. He begins to suck on my bottom lip, then slowly moves his way down to my neck.

"Ryan" I softly moan.

His lips trickle down to my collar bone and he begins to peck at each one of the points sticking out. His hands move down to my hips as he pulls his body closer to mine and I feel his bulge rub agains my leg. He grinds his hips against mine letting me know how hard he's getting. His lips break from mine and he smirks looking down at my crotch. He lowers him self down and begins to slowly stroke my inner thigh, boy did that man know my weakest spots.

Fuck yes.

I grab his shoulders and prepare for what is to come as he gently removes my pants and pulls out my hard dick.

Wait. Shit. What the hell am I doing?

I come to an (unfortunate) realization. I have a fucking boyfriend whose amazing and has been there for me while Ryan hasn't. I'm about to fuck my ex boyfriend who left me for dead all these years ago when I have a perfectly handsome, sweet, and sane man waiting for me on the bus.

I pull away from Ryan and he looks up at me disappointed.

"Ryan.... I have a boyfriend."

The excitement and last bit of happiness drains from his face and turns completely pissed off. I shouldn't have done this, I shouldn't have led him on. I am hurting him as much as he hurt me.

"Why...why didn't you-you tell me before?" He slowly mutters with a tear rolling down his face.

Not now Ryan please don't cry.

"I'm sorry." I turn around, pull my pants back up and shut the door behind me.