Not Everything Goes According to Plan (Brallon/Ryden)

Chapter 16: Don't End Up Like Me

{Ok so I wrote this chapter and wonderful wattpad deleted it so this my second time writing this. I hate wattpad. Anyways! Enjoy!}

Sorry in advance

I finally made my way back to the tour bus somewhat collected of my thoughts, but still not able to think clearly. Brendon telling me about Ryan just kept repeating over and over in my head, even though nothing really happened. I just don't know how I can pass by this and continue 'us' knowing that he did this.

I don't know what to do. I don't know.

I step up into the bus to find a puffy eyed Brendon cuddling with Spencer in his bunk. Spencer was still awake staring at me aggravated while being squeezed to death.

"What the fuck did you do to him?!" Spencer forcefully whispers still under Brendon's arm.

"Me!? He's the one who almost slept with Ryan!" I softly shout back, trying not to wake Bren up.

He rolls his eyes and inhales deeply,

"Damnit Ryan."

I ignore Spencer's comment and continue on to my bed. I need to sleep this off and deal with it in the morning.

{The next morning}

I slowly open my eyes and notice that the bus is moving and we are on the road again.

Thank God we're leaving Ryan

I shuffle around the blankets and groggily get up out of my bunk. I stretch my arms out as my feet touch the cold hard carpeted floor and I let out a large yawn. I look up to the bunk above me and find Spencer and Brendon still sound asleep. I will never know how they both fit in there.

I walk on over to the bathroom to change and get ready for the day (for I am proper Dallon) and begin to ignore all of what happened yesterday. No, I'm not going to let it go and just fall back into Brendon's warm and sexy arms. Instead, I want to talk it out and make sure we still are what we were and I'm not just the 'replacement' of Ryan.

I turn on the water and step into the warm and foggy shower. I close my eyes and let every splash hit my skin, relieving me of all my stress.

Might as well practice while I'm in here,

"If I retreat, do do do do do! Words, wars and symphonies! Make room were taking over here. Do do do do do. And you're the galentine! Cold and alone it suits you well, won't find me perching here again! do do do do do. May your-"

The shower door opens and a pair hands suddenly rub up and down my body, he completes the sentences.

"Feet serve you well. And the rest be sent to hell." Brendon sounded different, he was singing softly and began to move his hands lower

and

lower

down

my

waist. He begins to circle his hands about my hip bones, asking for permission to go lower. I speak up,

"Bren. I-I can't do this yet. Not after what happened last night. I'm sorry." I exhale and hold his hands still not having made eye contact.

He adjusts his body closer and whispers in my ear with a grin, "Dally boy, Brendon's still sleeping."

I turn my body around to a see that fucker who's been making the last few days of my life a living hell.

Before I could speak, my hands were pinned to my sides and my back to the cold tile wall. He forcefully presses his lips to mine and begins to suck on my bottom lip. He pulls back and whispers "Dally, how could I ever resist coming here after you sent me that letter. It was just all the motive to come." He smirks again and continues kiss me.

Wait what. Why is he here? What the hell is happening?

"What do you want with me." I spit out through his teeth. He pulls away and runs his long thumbs up and down my wrists.

"Well my little Dal, Brendon didn't really fit my needs anymore. You see, he's lost his touch. He's been all googley eyed over you lately and I just wanted to know if you're worth it." He runs his eyes up and down my body and taps my chin downward to make eye contact, "And by the looks of it," he softy pecks my lips, "you are."

I catch him off guard and throw him to the edge of the shower. His head hits the glass door and he yells in pain. I clench my fist, throw it across his left cheek and push him to the ground. "I wasn't lying when I said I would kick your skinny white ass." I shout out.

He lies there in the corner of the shower in pain as I quickly walk out and throw on my clothes over my damp body. I give him his clothes (I didn't want him to be naked any longer) and he slowly puts them on trying to fight the pain.

I roll my eyes and scoff out, "That didn't even fucking hurt, get over it."

I turn off the warm water and pull him up by the collar and out the bathroom door. He staggers out as I drag him through the bus aisle. We stop when we see that Brendon and Spencer have gotten up and are drinking coffee on the table. They stare at the both of us confused speechless.

Followed by simultaneously screaming out, "What the fuck?!"

"Stop the fucking bus." I spit out straight faced and still making full eye contact with them. The vehicle comes to slow stop as it pulls over about twenty miles away from where we were last night.

I pull Ryan down to the door still grasping his shirt and throw him out the bus. "I don't ever want to fucking see you again! Do you hear me Ryan!?"

He weakly stands up from his fall, face bleeding and clothes still damp. He lets out a small chuckle,

"Now that wouldn't be any fun now would it?"

I walk away back to where the other two are and they just stare with confusion of what just happened. How he got on the bus- I don't know, I don't care, I just never want him in my life again.