I'll Always Be By Your Side. (Ryden)

Chapter 5

Brendon's POV:
I know I'm not going to get anything out of him now so I'll try again later. I grabbed Ryan's hand and pulled him out of the café. We walked hand in hand down the street. I noticed Ryan kept glancing down at our hands and would grin a little. I squeezed his hand and lead to where I wanted to go.
"Where are we going?" He finally asked.
"There's this abandoned house not too far away that I want to make ours." I turned my head to look at him and he was smiling but stopped walking. "Ryan?"
"Oh sorry, but how are we going to make it ours?" I smirked at him and whispered into his ear.
"You'll just have to wait and see." His arms went up in goosebumps, and I smiled at my victory.
When we got there I pushed open the door and it let out a small creak. The place was in a small secluded area and it's obvious no one owns it. As if this place was forgotten about. There was a small couch, a few wooden tables placed around, and an old kitchen off to its own corner room. There was an upstairs but I don't want to explore there just yet. I watched Ryan slip his hand from mine and walk over to the mantel. He was looking at some old photographs and opened a little box that held some jewelry. There's another one beside it that is a music box. He opened it and the tune quietly swirled over to where I was standing. Ryan looked back at me; I can tell he's happy. His body doesn't seem as tense anymore. That's what I was going for.
"Brendon, how did you find this place?" His eyes searched for mine but they were stuck at my lips. I separated myself from the wall I was resting against and walked closer to him.
"Just when I get bored and walk around. I discovered this neat old house and have been dropping by ever since. I thought it'd be nice to share it with someone." I'm right in front of him now. I could make a move but I don't want to just yet. His eyes are moving between my eyes and my lips.
"What did you mean we are going to make this ours?" Now? No.
"A penny for your thoughts?"
"Only if I get one in return." One thing I love about Ryan is his smart, witty responses like that.
"Agreed."
"What I was going to tell you is that," he paused and pulled back a bit. That's his look of searching for something. "That I'm scared." He sat down on the dusty couch and looked up at me.
"Scared? Of what?" Now I was really confused.
"How things are going to be in the future. What is going to happen with my father. You saw how he was. I'm terrified every time I walk through the door. I'm just scared." His eyes dropped to his lap as he messed with his hands.
"Ryan, I," I tried to find words to say but nothing was appearing. "I don't know what to say," I admitted to my defeat. I sat down and pulled him to my chest where he let it all out. I rubbed circles on his back to calm him down.
"I don't know," his breathing is uneven, "Why am I acting like this? I don't get it. Why do I feel this way?" I didn't have any answers.
We sat there for a while and eventually Ryan fell asleep. I picked him up and managed to put him on my back. I carried him back to his house. I walked through the front door and noted is dad still isn't home. I dragged myself and Ryan upstairs. After carrying him for a while he definitely begins to get heavy. I made it to his room and dropped him carefully onto his bed. That boy is a heavy sleeper. I can't let him sleep like this. I took off his shoes, removed the hat on his head, and took off his jacket. That involved me gently moving him and pulling in different directions. I smiled at his sleeping figure as I pulled the cover over his body. I looked around his room. I sat at his desk as several notebooks and papers cluttered the top of it. I read through a few of the papers admiring Ryan's writing. I picked up a folded piece of paper not even thinking and opened it. What I read shocked me. It talked about the abuse, school, and me. How he loved me and all the little things I would do to make him happy. I folded it back up and threw it into the clutter. Ryan loves me? Maybe he just meant as I friend? That's probably it. I leaned back in the chair and watched as Ryan began to wake up.