Not Everything Goes According to Plan (Brallon/Ryden)

Chapter 17: If Love is Just a Joke

I walk back onto the bus, clenching my hands and pounding my feet against the carpet. The bus begins to slowly roll back onto the highway, but I still see Ryan through the window. He becomes smaller and smaller as we go farther, but I can still see him grinding and waving us goodbye. He's planning something. I don't know what he wants with me or Brendon, but he won't have it.

I continue to glare out the window watching us move farther and farther from the scene as I still am dripping wet and have fist slightly marked with blood. Spencer and Brendon are still in shock and just glare out the window and back at me, mouths open. It's silent for another minute or so until Spencer speaks up with a confused look on his face, "Who-who let him in?"

We all exchange looks but no one confesses. I don't understand why anyone would even let him in, except for Brendon, but he was with Spencer the whole time.

Brendon looks down at his hands, and softly shakes his head, "What does he want? I thought I ended it with him last night." he mutters clenching his hands.

I don't make eye contact and flashback to what just happened to me in the shower. I wish it were Bren. I mean props to Ryan for creativity, but I couldn't cheat on the someone who almost cheated on me, with the man whom he almost cheated on me with (that makes sense, right?). How could Ryan have thought of all of this? It hasn't been 7 hours since I dropped the letter off.

Brendon catches we wandering off and taps my shoulder for a response. I return to reality and nervously speak,

"He just was in there, and-and I thought it was you. I tried to tell him ,well what I thought was you, to leave, but he just pinned me. Then he kissed me and tried to take it further, but I-I don't know I just lost it."

Spencer is totally out of the conversation. He just stares into space, obviously not wanting to be involved, but still interested.

Brendon pulls his hands over his face and sighs in his hands.

"That's not the real Ryan. Ryan Ross would never do that. I know him. I know him. "

I don't know what to say anymore. I just joined this fucking band to play music, not to be almost raped by the ex-guitar player. I want to protect Brendon because I know he's vulnerable and naive to these things. Especially Ryan. He says all these wonderful things about him, but I didn't get the perfect first impression.

I mean, I get the whole let me make up with Brendon and screw with boyfriend's feelings to get my man back. But,

what does he want with me?

There's something missing here. I need to know his motive and his next step. But then again, I don't want to get to involved if he was just fucking with me.

The rest of the night the scene just replayed over and over again in my head with his evil glare and smirk,

Now that wouldn't be fun, would it?

{Ah yes! Hello! My dearest apologies for the short chapter, but alas, it only gets better from here ;) -T}