My first ever attempt at a Ryden, first attempt at slash actually. Read it and tell me how I went?
“Ryan, are you in here?” Brendon said, gently knocking on the door to the bathroom. “Spencer said he saw you come in here ten minutes ago.”
“Yeah, I’m here.” came Ryan’s reply. That’s strange, Brendon thought. Ryan has a stronger voice than that.
“Can you open the door please?” Brendon asked, noticing the door was locked from the inside. He was deeply concerned. Ryan never had a weak voice, unless he was injured. If he was injured, he might’ve been found dead, and then Brendon would never get a chance to tell Ryan how he really felt.
“I-I can’t.” Ryan’s weak voice said. He sounded like he was sobbing, and the sound was breaking Brendon’s heart.
“Ry, open the door. Now.” Brendon said, putting a little force into it.
“No,” Ryan said. It was obvious he was crying now. “I can’t let anyone see me like this. Especially you, Bren.”
“Now you listen here, George Ryan Ross III,” Brendon said, putting as much force as he could into his voice. “You are going to unlock this fucking door, and you are going to let me talk to you.”
“And if I don’t, Brendon Boyd Urie?” Ryan asked, anger and guilt dripping from his voice like water from a leaky tap.
“I’ll have to break in.” Brendon replied.
Brendon heard an exasperated sigh, before the bathroom door clicked open. When he walked in, he found Ryan on the floor, dark brown hair covering half his face, honey eyes and pale cheeks-or what was visible of them behind his hair-glistening with tears.
“Ry? Are you ok?” Brendon asked, dropping to his knees so his face was in line with Ryan’s.
“I’m sorry, Bren,” Ryan choked out. “I’ve failed you.”
“What have you got to be sorry for? How have you failed me?” Brendon asked. That’s when he noticed Ryan’s arm, and the long, deep cuts covering them. They were all open, and spurting out thick, dark blood as though the cuts were water taps on full blast.
“Oh,” Brendon gasped, coming to a realisation, before screaming out, “SPENCER! JON! CALL AN AMBULANCE!”
“What’s going on?” Spencer asked, running into the bathroom. Upon looking at Ryan, he said, “Oh shit. JON! CALL THE DAMN AMBULANCE!” before running out of the bathroom at full speed.
“Am I going to die?” Ryan sobbed, clutching to Brendon like a child would clutch their teddy bear.
“Of course not baby,” Brendon replied, clutching Ryan just like Ryan was him.
“Baby? Did you just call me baby?” Ryan said, confused.
Oh shit, Brendon thought. It’s time to tell him.
“Ryan, I have a confession to make,” Brendon began. “My whole life, I thought I was straight. I dated girls, made out with girls, you know? Well, that was all until I met you.”
“What are you trying to say Bren?” Ryan asked.
“Ry, I’m trying to say that I’m bi and in love with you.” Brendon admitted, feeling a load off his chest.
“Really?” Ryan gasped.
“Yes, Ryan.” Brendon confirmed.
“I hoped you felt the same.” Ryan smiled.
“Y-you love me too?” Brendon said, amazed.
“Yes, I do.” Ryan declared, pulling Brendon’s face close to his.
Brendon needed no more guidance. He gently brought his lips down onto Ryan’s, melting into his true love’s kiss. Unfortunately he didn’t have time to enjoy it.
“Bren,” Ryan gasped for breath, as Brendon pulled away. “I-I don’t think I’m going to make it.”
“Ryan, don’t give up now,” Brendon said, badly attempting to hold the tears back. “If you don’t make it, I don’t know how I would survive, I mean I only just got you in my heart and-”
“Bren. Chill!” Ryan silenced Brendon. “Whether or not I make it, just remember I-I will always love you.”
“I won’t forget.” Brendon said, tears now free to fall.
“I’ll miss you.” Ryan whispered, before he died in Brendon’s arms.
Review and tell me how I went for my first slash attempt!
Love, Obsessive-Fangirl :)