FEVERISH [RYDEN] [REPOST]

THE SIX STAGES OF GREIF

{FOR REFERENCE, LADYPSEUDONYM TOOK A FIVE MONTH HIATUS}

Authors note: ladypseudonym: Hey! I'm back :)

Sorry for ghosting you all, I had to... find myself. And read Call Me By Your Name. And start medication.

But anyways, my dears-

Here it is.

One Month Later

Ryan shook his hair out, swinging his bag over his shoulder as he exited the hotel.

He could hear the shouting from inside the bus already.

It was a shock, really. The band had been doing well lately, no arguments, no hostility.

And he'd never heard Brendon yell before.

"Audrey! Audrey, fucking listen to me! No, I'm not saying that, I'm just telling you to listen."

Ryan slid the door to the bus open, watching as Brendon, stark white and flushed, screwed his face up as he screamed into the phone. Jon sat behind him, on the bus couch, his jaw dropped.

"Audrey-" Brendon's voice softened as Ryan dropped his bag, shooting Jon a look.

"Audrey, I know it's your body but- but can I at least talk to you about it? I mean, I'll be-"

There was a soft click, and Brendon dropped the phone to the bus floor, it making a solid thud as it collided with the mushed purple carpet.

Ryan, who had been gnawing on his lower lip, took a step forward.

"What happened?"

Brendon hit the ground, his knees and forearms hitting the bus at once, his body shaking. Jon pushed himself up, moving towards Brendon at the same time Ryan did. Brendon was sobbing, his whole body convulsing as the remains of his eyeliner from the previous night dripping down his cheeks and catching on his chin.

Jon got to himself first, pulling him up and propping Brendon on his own chest. Brendon's hands were curled in on themself against the front of Jon's shirt, his body pressed up against Jon's as he let out muffled noises.

Ryan was at a loss for words.

"What happened, Bren?"

"I was gonna- I was gonna break up wit- but--" Brendon's breath grew quicker in Jon's chest, hiccuping as he choked on his own words.

"He's hyperventilating, Jon, give him here."

"But-"

"Jon."

Jon thrust Brendon into Ryan's arms, Brendon folding up as Ryan caught him and lowered him to the ground. Brendon's hair smelled like hotel shampoo and his shirt smelled like cologne and deodorant, a mix of him and bus and a little bit of Ryan.

Ryan shot Jon a quizzical look as Brendon curled into fetal position, spilling out of Ryan's lap.

"Audrey's-"

Jon glanced at Brendon, who's eyes were squeezed shut.

"Audrey's pregnant."

Ryan's eyes widened as Brendon let out another stifled cry.

"Fuck."

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"He's been in his bunk all day, somebody should try to go talk to him."

Ryan had been banging his head against the bus window for the past hour, a dull thump thump thump as the bus drove through the storm. Spencer, who was next to him, was drinking a hard cider, something their bodyguard was politely ignoring.