Nearly Witches (BrendonxGerard/Ryden/Frerard Oneshot)

Ever since we met

He was in Las Vegas for the first time in five years and I didn't know how to feel about that. I mean, I knew that this was a big part of him growing up. But some part of me refused to accept that there was someone else before me. Someone else besides me.

It was bright, too bright for someone who spent their days in the basement of their brother's house, acting like a vampire. Too bright for something as morbid as this was. The sun seemed to be mocking us, shining bright throughout the day as though it knew what was going to happen in this city, just past those black iron gates, across the rows and rows of heavy stones.

"Are you alright?" I asked him. Despite the fact that I was very reluctant to drive (seeing what happened last time), but I would do anything for him. So there we were, sitting in an old rental car, parked right outside the cemetary.

"I don't know." He was clutching the white letter in his hand, the sweat from his skin creating little crease marks in the smooth paper. He would clench his hands, and then unclench them as though he had just realized that what he was holding was indeed important and necessary for him to survive the next few minutes without breaking down into tears.

Looking at his sad eyes, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful he looked. His eyebrows were drawn together as though he was angry at everything in the world, but I knew that was just how he was when he was sad. His brown eyes were filled with life, though, contrasting the drab darkness of this horrid place. I had had my share of cemetary's in my life time; I couldn't imagine how hard it must've been for him to make his very first trip.

"You'll be alright." I said, clasping one of his sweaty hands in my own and resisting the urge to add an I love you at the end. He was visiting his dead ex, I doubted he needed the reassurance that someone else- who was alive- had feelings for him that only he had.

"You think?" I could feel the anger spew out from every pore in his body, the anger that hid the sadness. The sadness that only showed when he was going through pictures of him or singing that stupid song about the rain and the moon that no one understood.

"Hey hey hey." I could feel how stressed he was about this, so I enveloped him in a hug. He hugged me back, and I felt envoleped in his vanilla smell. He was constantly using the vanilla perfume he apparently used to wear. Another constant reminder that he was never mine to begin with.

But truth be told, I never was his either.

Pulling away, he gave me a watery smile before saying "Thanks, Gee."

I smiled back, doing my best to not let the pity in my heart show. I knew how much pity could hurt at times like this. "No prob, Bren." I stressed his unnoficial nickname, a failed attempt to get his spirits up. He was in a better place now, there was no doubt about it. He was probably smiling down on us, smiling at us with my Frankie by his side.

And I knew how hard it was to get over someone that didn't deserve to go. I knew how hard it was to accept that it wasn't your fault. We both knew. And that's what had brought us together.

"Shall we go?" He was still smiling at me, portraying the love he had in his eyes and in his smile and everything about him because that's what held us together. The smile in the apple of our eyes.

"We shall." And I got out of the car and held my arm out for him like some cliche romance novel and it was okay, because that's what boyfriends did. They cheered you up and acted stupid because love was stupid and thats that.

Walking by dark stones in the ground killed the little joy in our mood almost immediately. There were just so many of them, all differing in range of age. Some were old, some looked too new to be real.