FEVERISH [RYDEN] [REPOST]

RECLAMATION

Brendon was pressed against Ryan, shirtless, his legs wrapped around Ryan's waist. They slept- softly, evenly, in peace- their consciousness undisturbed and their spirits intertwined.
The doorknob turned.

It was six in the morning. A pillow knocked Ryan in the head.

"Get up! Rise and shine! We have a flight to catch!" Pete Wentz yelled, seemingly not noticing the way they leaned into each other, or not caring either way.

"Wha-"

"Up! Let's go! Up and at 'em!"

"What the fu-"

"Go back to bed, Brenny, Pete, what the hell?"

"Pete's he-"

"We're going on a field trip! Up, boys, let's go! Do I have to repeat myself? We have a fli-"

"Where are we going, and why are you here?"

"We're going to meet the most dangerous band in the world, Ross!"

"Why?"

Pete rolled his eyes at this, clearly not expecting hesitance.

"Pete- lie back down, Brendon-" Ryan fully sat up, the white sheet sliding down his torso, giving Pete a nasty look. "Why the hell are we meeting My Chemical Romance now?"

Pete fiddled with his fingers.

"Um, because-"

He sat, crushing Brendon's toes, who yelped, causing Pete to shift over.

"Mikey and I have been, um, having some issues, and it'll be, um-"

"He won't flip his shit if we're there?"

"Exactly! Let's go! They're on tour, but we're gonna catch them right before their show in Minneapolis, so-"

"We're flying to fucking Minnesota?"

"Yup! Let's go!"

Surprisingly, in a moment of faith, Ryan groaned and got up, shaking Brendon.

"You can't actually be-"

"Brendon. We'll sleep on the plane."

"Fuck-"

Ryan threw him a shirt, walking up to Pete slowly.

"We're gonna get dressed. I want you to pick me up two happy meals, or we're not going."

"Mmm, McDonald's," Brendon mumbled from behind Ryan, burying his face in the pillow.

"Are you serio-"

Ryan shot him a death glare.

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They got recognized in the airport.

Multiple times.

It made Brendon tired, and it made Ryan weary, and it made Pete anxious. And Minnesota was really fucking cold, and they were going to mee-

Mikey pulled Brendon and Ryan into a hug.

They could instantly tell that something was wrong. From inside his arms, they shared a glance.

Mikey was tense.

His whole body was stiff, his body wasn't warm, and the hug was a little too fast and a little too slow at the same time.

Mikey hugged Pete.