(Set a few weeks after the accident)
"I'm leaving" Brendon announced that morning, as casually as anything.
"What? What do you mean you're leaving?" Spencer had spluttered, leaving a decorative trail of fruit loops along the table as he did so.
"I mean, I'm leaving. Look, in case you hadn't noticed Ryan doesn't have a clue who I am. I've been hiding from him for the past week, and he's completely forgotten my existence. I'm going to leave, maybe visit some relatives up in Chicago. I'll come back, because his memory will return sometime, right?". He put down the newspaper he'd been reading and took his empty cereal bowl to the sink.
"But you can't Brendon, we need you" Spencer said suddenly, standing up and looking Brendon directly in the eyes.
"No Spence, you don't need me. Ryan doesn't...Ryan doesn't need me. Maybe if I leave, he'll get better and I wont complicate things. I don't want to upset him and myself because he doesn't have a clue who I am. My bags are packed and im leaving in an hour. I'd like to continue the band, when Ryan gets better. For now, I think it's best that I go".
"Go where?" A sleepy looking Jon appeared in the doorway, frowning in confusion.
"Chicago, Jon, he's leaving" Spencer said, but even Spencer couldn't sound bitter if he tried.
"I know" Jon said quietly.
"What do you mean you know? You didn't try to change his mind?" Spencer asked, voice growing in volume a he did.
"Spence, if he wants to go then let him. Imagine staying here with me not having a clue who you were, Spence. I know if it was reversed I wouldn't do it. Besides, if he doesn't remember we can always re-introduce them, start over" Jon said, and Spencer couldn't help but agree.
"You're right...I couldn't do it. I suppose I'd leave too. But you have to contact us, I swear to god Brendon you have to call us" Spencer warned, before grabbing him and pulling him into a hug.
"I will Spencer, I promise I will". Spencer hugged him then, his thoughts a mess.
"Just...take care of yourself. Don't go disappearing off the radar. Don't do anything stupid, and promise you'll come back?" Spencer had to make sure this wouldnt be the last time he saw his friend.
"I will, I won't, I won't and I will. Okay?". Brendon responded, and he turned to face Jon.
"Are you going to be okay though, Brendon? Really?" Jon asked, and Brendon shook his head.
"No. I won't lie, I've just lost the most important thing in my life right there. But I promise I'll get better"
"Spence I'm not changing my mind"
"Fine. Okay, fine. Just be careful". The room fell silent, each person unsure of what to say. Of course, there were a million things going on inside their heads, but none of these things could be said aloud. Spencers phone ringing interrupted their thoughts. It was Ryan. This couldnt be, Spencer notes as he flipped open the phone, anymore awkward.
"Hey Ry" he said, his usually chirpy voice faltering towards the end. "What? No, I'm fine, how are you?. Good. Oh, you are? Right. Okay. Alright, bye. Yes, bye". He put the phone down, turning to face the others.
"He said...he said he's feeling better" Was all Spencer could say, and the room fell silent again.
"Well, my cab will be here soon. I should get my things" Brendon stood up from the kitchen table, the chair scraping painfully loudly across the wooden floor. Jon jumped up quickly, offering to help, and Spencer let his head fall into his hands. The police had refused to tell him who the asshole who'd crashed into Ryan and Brendon was. They probably had a hunch that Spencer would beat that guy into next year. The asshole got a fine, and that was all. Brendons car was repaired, the guy's insurance company covered that, and the hospital costs were covered but that was all. Ryan lost part of his memory, Brendon lost part of his life and landed a broken arm and the asshole just got a fine. In Spencer's opinion, this was completely and utterly unfair. Of course, there was nothing Spencer could do about t. Brendon said that "Causing a fuss and imprisoning the guy won't bring Ryan's memory back, Spence" and Ryan didn't even know about his memory. So that was that.
Jon came through holding a large suitcase, followed by Brendon and his two guitars. Both Brendon and Spencer had been staying at Jon's house since the accident. Brendon had been living with Ryan, which was clearly a no go, and Spencer "..Just um, wanted to help and um, you know, help Jon with...stuff". Completely inconspicuous, Brendon thought, nothing going on there at all. A yellow cab pulled up outside and the three guys took Brendon's things outside, placing them in the trunk and standing back awkwardly. Spencer quickly threw his arms around Brendon, telling him again to be careful, and Jon did the same. The two stood on the street corner, not in any way with their fingers entwined, waving long after the cab had disappeared.
(Again, I'm sorry this isn't the longest chapter and it was a little delayed since my head has been all over the place but I promise I'll be back on track from now on)