Are you saving me? (Brallon/Ryden)

Chapter 30- I wanna be free

Ryan's POV:

     I feel terrible. Why is Brendon being so nice to me? I check my phone. It's 2:30 am. Damn, I must have been sitting out on that cold curb for more than an hour. Brendon has gotten so much more gentle and innocent since we were together last. If that's even possible.

     At that moment, Brendon walks in. I realize I had been lost in thought. I didn't even notice the dull pain in my chest.Brendon smiles at me, holding two bowls of soup, one spoon under one elbow, and a bag of popcorn under the other. I smile softly. "You're holding so much," I say and giggle. He grins and shrugs. "I didn't want to take two trips," He says and chuckles.

"Do want something to drink?" He asks. "I have beer, or water, I might have some juice. And I think I have.. uh.. milk." He offers, whispering the last part. I feel myself flush red, my cheeks getting warm. He's definitely gotten more gentle. I look down, and smile a little. "Um I'll just have water, thanks," I reply. He blushes and nods, rushing out of the room, wanting to get out of that situation just like I did.

     I got more lost in thought. He said he loves me. But does he really..? It doesn't make sense. How could he love me so quickly after he get his, heart smashed. It could only be.. maybe he never stopped loving me. Through all those happy Facebook posts, talking about Dallon.. he still loved me? I start to question my sanity until Brendon cuts off my sickly bittersweet thoughts with a tap on the door. My gaze follows the sound, and he's standing there in the doorway, with a glass of water. His eyes are foggy, but not as dull as they were when we were in the car. I sit there, staring at him, shocked by his beuty. He smirks and walks towards me, setting the glass of water next to the soup on the side table. "See something you like, Ross?" He asks and I notice I've been staring. I blush hard and nod slowly, looking down. Brendon smiles with a slight giggle.

     He climbs in the bed with me and picks up the bowl of soup. I'm not hungry really.. but I don't want to be mean. He looks at the bowl, and up at me. "I don't really want soup. But I might have some popcorn," he whispers. I smile and nod in agreement, handing him the bag. He takes it, smiling and turns on his TV. The news is on. Brendon always has enjoyed the news. I don't really care for it. But something the TV lady says catches my attention.

"Man kills himself by jumping off a public building," The lady says. Brendon leans closer to the TV and bites his lip. I watch Brendon intently. "The man is still unnamed, but we know he is very tall with dark brown hair," The woman states.

     Brendon looks at me with fear in his eyes. He looks scared stiff. Then he speaks. "C-Could that be Dallon..?"