"Brendon!" I screamed louder as I quickened my pace heading for Freemont street.
Brendon and I quickly pulled away from each other, disconnecting our lips. We turned our heads to the familiar voice. It was Jon. He was standing in the doorway with a hand on his hip and a wide-eyed Spencer standing next to him. Jon advanced into the room and took a seat in one of the empty chairs.
"I can't say that I'm surprised," he said, his voice recovering from shock.
"W-what do you mean?" Brendon said, pulling his shirt down from when my hands were inching up his body.
"Well you guys have been teasing each other for so long. I've been waiting for the day when you two would come out of the closet." He smiled as Spencer walked in the room, grinning as well. He took a seat next to Jon and rested his head in the crook of Jon's neck.
"I'm sorry. Am I missing something here?" I asked, confused on why Spencer and Jon were cuddling.
"What? You can have a boyfriend and I can't?" Spencer laughed at Jon's comment. Probably because he wasn't used to being called a 'boyfriend'.
"You guys serious?" Brendon asked for clarification. Spencer lifted his head from Jon's shoulder. I was convinced when they both kissed each other on the lips.
"Good enough for me!" Brendon replied cheerfully.
"So, how long have you got left, Ry?" Spencer asked. Brendon quickly shot a glance in my direction. He had the what-the-fuck-is-he-talking-about look on his face. I responded to Brendons confusion.
"He doesn't mean how long I have left to live, Bren. You heard the nurse yourself," I said. I then directed the conversation back to Spencer. "Two more days till I get out of this hell hole."
Just then, the cheese-puff nurse walked in. She moved towards my I.V and began to play with it once again.
"Good news, Mr. Ross. We can take you off of the monitor," she smiled, showing her artificial teeth.
"Thank God," Jon chimed in. "That little bitch was getting annoying."
Soon enough, the nurse removed the wires that were connecting me to the machine.
"You are also allowed to get up and walk around if you like," she added.
I quickly nodded my head. I've been laying in this bed for far too long. Not thinking too much of my injury, I swung my legs off the bed. I quickly regretted that decision as I stood up. I felt light headed and my knees began to give in. Luckily some one caught me before I collapsed to the floor. I looked up to see Brendon with a worried look on his face.
"Careful there!" The nurse exclaimed. "You might want to take it easy."
Brendon pulled me to my feet. I couldn't really stand, so I put my arm around his shoulder for support. That's when I realized that I wasn't even in a hospital gown. I was in gray flannel pajama pants with a plain black t-shirt.
We walked around for a while until I felt like I was about to pass out from the pain. Spencer and Jon came and went for the next two days, but Brendon stayed by my side the entire time.
Two days came faster than I thought they would. Brendon checked me out and drove me back to the busses. I wasn't in that much pain anymore, but I was still a little sore. All I thought about on the way home was how disappointed our fans must be. Fortunately, it was close to the end of our tour when this happened, so we only had to cancel 3 or 4 shows.
I got out of the car and entered our bus. I walked past Jon and Spencer who were snogging on the couch as I made my way towards my bunk. I was soon joined by Brendon.
"We don't have to do anymore shows, Ry," he said, almost in a whisper.
"Don't be silly, Brendon. I can do it. Think of all the fans I already let down."
"I just don't want you getting hurt again." He dropped his head and looked down at his lap. I could see tears falling from his face onto the sheets.
"Bren," I lifted his head up with a gentle hand. "I'll be fine," I reassured him with a smile.
A week after my release from the hospital, everything pretty much went downhill.
"No no no," I said, trying to correct Brendon once again. He looked completely annoyed. "Sing it like you mean it. We aren't getting away with this pussy crap."
"Ryan, just calm the fuck down," Brendon said back. "We are only rehearsing!"
"The more effort you put into practice, the better we'll sound!" I yelled back.
"What the hell! You just need to calm down! You don't need to put everyone else in a bad mood!" I looked around to see Jon and Spencer looking like lost puppies sitting in the corner.
"I don't think you understand, Bren. We need to practice so we actually sound good! I'm sick of sounding like shit onstage!"
"Shit? So you think we sound like shit? Well, Ryan. This isn't just your band. We are all members here and we all put the same amount of effort into this as you do!" Brendon looked like he was on the verge of tears.
"Same amount of effort? Who's the one that's always writing the songs for us!? Who's the one that actually wants to get better?! I don't see you giving a fuck about any of this!" Tears were beginning to form in my eyes as well.
"You don't think I give a fuck? This band is all I've got! It's all I've ever had! And you don't think I give a fuck!? Trust me, Ry, I try! You may not see it, but I try." Tears fell down his cheeks. Brendon quickly wiped them away as he turned and headed for the door.
"W-where are you going?" I asked wiping the tears from my eyes as well.
"Anywhere away from you. I need a break." And with that, he turned and headed out of the studio.
I jumped up and quickly followed him. The side walks and streets were busy with people rushing home from work. I pushed past people, trying to locate an upset Brendon. I began walking to the corner of 4th and Freemont street.
I heard screeches from a car as it swerved off the road trying to dodge some one or something that was in the street. The car was unsuccessful due to the sound of people screaming. I began to run, reaching the corner. I saw a man laying in the road, blood coming from his bruised body. He was wearing the same thing as...
"Brendon," I whispered as I snapped back to reality. "Brendon!" I screamed louder as I quickened my pace heading for Freemont street.
I made it to a full sprint, pushing past people. I got many dirty glares and 'fuck you's'. I heard the blaring horn of a car and it's screeching tires. "Brendon!?" I screamed louder. I felt like something was holding me back. I couldn't run fast enough.
I finally made it to the corner, pushing past shocked people to see what they we're all staring at.
There, laying in front of me was the person I loved. Blood coming from his scratched up body.
I realized he was there because of me. I saw it happen and I couldn't do anything about it.
I was too late and it was my fault.
A/N Hey guys! Sorry it took me while to update! I know it seems like I'm not getting anywhere but trust me, I'm trying! Please rate and review and tell me what you think. Thanks for reading!