I'm exactly where you like me you know
Title: I'm exactly where you like me you know
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Ryan
Rating: Pg-13 for now, swearing
Summary: Ryan deals with changes in his band, family, and feelings.
Disclaimer: Don't own, never happened,never sue me
A/N: My first attempt at fan fic, don't know how far I'll go
"Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster" Brendon's hand gripped the back of my neck and our foreheads touched as we sang into his microphone. The audience screamed and I struggled not to roll my eyes. Didn't they have anything more important going on in their lives than to daydream about us being gay? Oh well, Brendon was becoming quite the frontman so I just went with his little antics. They were my words anyway, and him singing my words had gotten us close in a short amount of time. Hell, he was almost as important to me as Spencer. We finished the song and left the stage for the intermission.
"This crowd's amazing!" Brendon panted as he slugged an entire water bottle and changed his shirt.
"Man I love this!" Jon yelled and wiped his face.
"God, it's so great to feel like this again. You're what we needed to rejuvinate us, Jon." Spencer said, stretching his arms and twisting off the cap of a water bottle.
He was right. Brent had put us into such a funk. We questioned him, then we questioned ourselves for questioning one of our best friends. Brendon, Spencer, and I drifted apart as we tried to come up with a solution to the problem. It was tough, we hated ourselves and each other for it. but we did it. After the call was made, we slowly began to feel comfortable. The first few weeks without Brent were pretty rough; fans wanted to know what was going on, and we just wanted a bit of peace for a change.
Now things were back to normal. We were as close as we had ever been. As happy as we had ever been.
We finished the set, then got ready to get on the bus and hear another squealing mass of girls. Oy. 3 of us had girlfriends, and these fans still acted like they had a chance. I was nicer about it than the other guys. I smiled and waved as I got on the bus. Was this really my life now?
My phone rang. "Hello?" I asked, not recognizing the number on my screen.
"Is this George Ross?"
"Yes. Ryan, actually. But what do you need?"
"I have some bad news. You might want to sit down."
Uh oh. Not tonight. Not yet. Please not until I've had a chance to come back to Vegas and see him. "What happened?" I took a deep breath and waited.
"I'm afraid your father has passed away."
Fuck. Damn it. I couldn't breathe. I was dizzy. How the hell many more times was that God I was doubtful existed going to turn my personal life to shit?
"When? Where is he now?"
"About an hour ago. He had a heart attack at home. We have him here at Las Vegas Medical Center. You're the only local family he has listed, so I assumed you should know first. I'm so sorry. How quickly can you come back to make arrangements?"
"I'll be there in a few hours. I'm on the next flight out."
"Alright. Please take care and have a safe flight."
"Bye." I just stared into space for a few minutes. I was alone now. Shit I could probably write a whole record about this moment, these feelings.
"Ryan what's wrong?" Spencer asked, concern on his face.
"I just got the call about my Dad."
"Oh man. I'm so sorry Ryan." He hugged me for a while, and I settled down a bit. "You have to take care of yourself. We'll cancel this next stretch of tour. You need to deal with this." He looked out the window, probably pondering his own relationship with my Dad. He had seen plenty of him, known the type of person he was. The kind of relationship that he had with me. He sat down next to me.
Brendon and Jon got on the bus, all smiles. Probably looking forward to some party. Brendon's smile faded the minute he saw me. He knew.
"Ryan, I'm so sorry man." He bent down to give me a hug, rubbing circles on my back.
"Ryan take all the time you need. I'll deal with the fans and I'm calling Pete right now to cancel the next week of the tour." Jon spoke quietly.
"Just cancel the next three shows. I'll be fine." I said. I think the sooner I got back to my music, my band, I would feel better.
Spencer looked at me questioningly. "Dude you need to think of yourself here. Fuck the fans right now. Make sure you're ok. You can have as much time as you need."
"Yeah, Ryan. This isn't a cold or flu here. This is a loss of a family member."
"Look, I don't need that much time. I'd rather get back to the band and the stuff that makes me happy sooner rather than later. I know what I need to feel ok."
"I know you better than you do, but I also care about you more so I'll do whatever you want." Spencer patted my back.
"Thanks. I guess I need to pack and get to the airport. Shit" I sighed, the news washing over me again.
"Just sit down, drink some water. Put something into that frail little body and we'll pack and arrange your flight." Brendon instructed.
I nodded, closed my eyes and rested them. These next few days were going to be awful.
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Ryan
Rating: Pg-13 for now, swearing
Summary: Ryan deals with changes in his band, family, and feelings.
Disclaimer: Don't own, never happened,never sue me
A/N: My first attempt at fan fic, don't know how far I'll go
"Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster" Brendon's hand gripped the back of my neck and our foreheads touched as we sang into his microphone. The audience screamed and I struggled not to roll my eyes. Didn't they have anything more important going on in their lives than to daydream about us being gay? Oh well, Brendon was becoming quite the frontman so I just went with his little antics. They were my words anyway, and him singing my words had gotten us close in a short amount of time. Hell, he was almost as important to me as Spencer. We finished the song and left the stage for the intermission.
"This crowd's amazing!" Brendon panted as he slugged an entire water bottle and changed his shirt.
"Man I love this!" Jon yelled and wiped his face.
"God, it's so great to feel like this again. You're what we needed to rejuvinate us, Jon." Spencer said, stretching his arms and twisting off the cap of a water bottle.
He was right. Brent had put us into such a funk. We questioned him, then we questioned ourselves for questioning one of our best friends. Brendon, Spencer, and I drifted apart as we tried to come up with a solution to the problem. It was tough, we hated ourselves and each other for it. but we did it. After the call was made, we slowly began to feel comfortable. The first few weeks without Brent were pretty rough; fans wanted to know what was going on, and we just wanted a bit of peace for a change.
Now things were back to normal. We were as close as we had ever been. As happy as we had ever been.
We finished the set, then got ready to get on the bus and hear another squealing mass of girls. Oy. 3 of us had girlfriends, and these fans still acted like they had a chance. I was nicer about it than the other guys. I smiled and waved as I got on the bus. Was this really my life now?
My phone rang. "Hello?" I asked, not recognizing the number on my screen.
"Is this George Ross?"
"Yes. Ryan, actually. But what do you need?"
"I have some bad news. You might want to sit down."
Uh oh. Not tonight. Not yet. Please not until I've had a chance to come back to Vegas and see him. "What happened?" I took a deep breath and waited.
"I'm afraid your father has passed away."
Fuck. Damn it. I couldn't breathe. I was dizzy. How the hell many more times was that God I was doubtful existed going to turn my personal life to shit?
"When? Where is he now?"
"About an hour ago. He had a heart attack at home. We have him here at Las Vegas Medical Center. You're the only local family he has listed, so I assumed you should know first. I'm so sorry. How quickly can you come back to make arrangements?"
"I'll be there in a few hours. I'm on the next flight out."
"Alright. Please take care and have a safe flight."
"Bye." I just stared into space for a few minutes. I was alone now. Shit I could probably write a whole record about this moment, these feelings.
"Ryan what's wrong?" Spencer asked, concern on his face.
"I just got the call about my Dad."
"Oh man. I'm so sorry Ryan." He hugged me for a while, and I settled down a bit. "You have to take care of yourself. We'll cancel this next stretch of tour. You need to deal with this." He looked out the window, probably pondering his own relationship with my Dad. He had seen plenty of him, known the type of person he was. The kind of relationship that he had with me. He sat down next to me.
Brendon and Jon got on the bus, all smiles. Probably looking forward to some party. Brendon's smile faded the minute he saw me. He knew.
"Ryan, I'm so sorry man." He bent down to give me a hug, rubbing circles on my back.
"Ryan take all the time you need. I'll deal with the fans and I'm calling Pete right now to cancel the next week of the tour." Jon spoke quietly.
"Just cancel the next three shows. I'll be fine." I said. I think the sooner I got back to my music, my band, I would feel better.
Spencer looked at me questioningly. "Dude you need to think of yourself here. Fuck the fans right now. Make sure you're ok. You can have as much time as you need."
"Yeah, Ryan. This isn't a cold or flu here. This is a loss of a family member."
"Look, I don't need that much time. I'd rather get back to the band and the stuff that makes me happy sooner rather than later. I know what I need to feel ok."
"I know you better than you do, but I also care about you more so I'll do whatever you want." Spencer patted my back.
"Thanks. I guess I need to pack and get to the airport. Shit" I sighed, the news washing over me again.
"Just sit down, drink some water. Put something into that frail little body and we'll pack and arrange your flight." Brendon instructed.
I nodded, closed my eyes and rested them. These next few days were going to be awful.