Are you saving me? (Brallon/Ryden)

Chapter 27- Can't fight against the youth

Ryan's POV:

     I'm laying in bed when my phone vibrates. I look over at it and pick it up, trying not to wake up the guy I went home with. I still have no idea where I am or what that guys' name is. All I know is that I was drunk and ended up in some guys' bed. I unlock my phone and check my messages. Brendon? Ugh. What an asshole. He wants me to come over? Does that mean we have a chance? I slowly climb out of bed. The guy wakes up and looks over at me with sleepy eyes. "Why are you still here?" he asks quietly. I shrug and put my clothes on, pulling on the knit sweater Brendon had left at my house and walking out of his house with tears in my eyes. None of the guys I hook up with want me to stay. I'm just a peice of meat to them. Some skinny boy to fuck and then leave. Brendon is the only one whos stuck around. Now I got to figure out where I am so I can go win him back.

      It's cold outside. I cuddle up in the sweater and smell the sleeve. It still smells like Brendon. I smile a little and pull out my phone. 'I'm walking.. But I'm on my way. I have no idea where I am,' I text back to Brendon. He almost immediately replys with 'what street are you on? I'll come get you.' I sigh and look around for a street sign. 57th and Ashborn. I text him the streets and he tells me to stay where I am. I sit down on the corner and snuggle up with the sweater. I just sit here, my face pressed into the light grey sweater.

     It seems like I've been sitting here forever. I start to wonder if he said he'd come get me as a joke. Right when I start to get up to walk home, I see Brendon's car rush around the corner and stop. I watch as he gets out and runs to me. He picks me up and rushes me to the passenger side. I notice I'm shivering really bad. I hold out my shaky hands when he places me in the seat, seeing that my hands are almost purple. It's hot in his car, and the sudden temperature change makes my lips chap and my body feel numb. Brendon gets in the driver's side and starts the car. I look over at him. He's wearing a striped sweater and dark jeans. He looks like he hasn't slept in a week. He notices me staring and I look back at my hands. I finally decide to speak.

"W-why did you do this..?"

     I ask timidly. He pulls the car over and looks at me. I lift my head to meet his gaze. He's... he's crying. I study his features. Dark cirles under his eyes, his eyes look lifeless, his full lips trembling, like whatever he's about to say is a life or death statement to him.

"Ryan.. I still love you.."

     He whispers and breaks eye contact. His eyes trail down to my hands, and my eyes stay on him.

"You.. You do?"

     I ask, making sure I heard what he actually said. He nods slowly and slumps back into his seat, almost like he can hear rejection in my voice. But I'd never reject him.

"Yeah, I do.." he whispers, like he thinks I didn't see him nod, but I can't peal my eyes off of him. I swallow hard, not knowing how to respond. So I decide to go with my instict.

"I.. I love you too, Brendon.."