"Brendon? Hey, Brendon" Brendon moved slightly and opened his eyes slowly, squinting at the apparent sunlight coming through the open window. He could make out a person, then when his eyes finally adjusted he noticed Ryan peering over him. Unfortunately for them both, Brendon's reflexes screamed 'looming potentially dangerous figure' before his brain recognised Ryan, and he let out a rather loud high pitched squeal. Ryan jumped, tripped and landed with a thud on the carpeted floor.
"Jesus Brendon" he exclaimed from the floor. "Am I that terrifying?"
"No no, it's not-" Brendon cut himself off when he noticed the smirk on Ryan's face. "Yes, actually" He laughed.
"I'll just go then shall I?" Ryan grinned, but jumped onto the bed and sat laughing. "But seriously, Spencer was expecting us 20 minutes ago. I came in to wake you 30 minutes ago but you looked too peaceful to disturb"
"You still disturbed me anyway?" Brendon asked, as he moved so he was perched on the edge of the bed.
"Well, an irritated Spencer ranting in my ear helped, I must say" Ryan laughed, and gestured to the bedside table. There was a coffee, a slice of toast and a neat pile of clothes. Then he headed out of the room. Brendon smiled to himself as he picked up the slice of toast. He was, in a way, rediscovering Ryan. It was so amazing just to have Ryan back, Brendon thought. Even though a small part of him was terrified something would happen and he would lose him again. Yesterday, he thinks as he begins to sip his coffee, was better than a dream. As if on cue, Ryan skipped into the room and sat by Brendon. If he had any suspicion of yesterday being a dream, this disproved it. Either that or he was having a weird case of De Ja Vu. Yesterday he was cautiously taking tiny sips and prolonging the drinking of the coffee, today he practically downed it whole.
"Well, someone obviously thinks I'm a good kisser" Ryan remarked, as Brendon put down his mug.
"Please, I'm eager to teach" Brendon smirked. Ryan hesitted slightly before closing the distance between them and capturing Brendon's lips with his own. Let's see who the teacher is Ryan thought, as he pushed Brendon back onto the bed and ran his tongue along Brendon's bottom lip. Brendon, although slightly astounded, did not mind this one bit. Ryan only stopped kissing when he realised he needed to breathe, and he moved off of Brendon to sit beside him, blushing.
"I'm sorry" Ryan said. "I didn't mean to, um, you know. I mean, we've only been, whatever, for a day, so"
"You don't have to apologise" Brendon laughed.
"Oh right" Ryan replied, then "You didn't seem to do much teaching there".
"Well...you took me by surprise" Brendon insisted. "But, if you're willing to go again..."
"Not so fast, we're late remember?" Ryan laughed, standing up and smoothing his shirt.
"I suppose you're right" Brendon sighed, and he quickly changed into his clothes and ran a comb through his hair before heading out of the door. He stopped dead as he got to the car.
"Brendon? What's wrong?" Ryan asked, as he approached.
"I can't Ryan"
"Can't what?" Ryan was confused and Brendon was unmoving.
"Not again, I can't Ryan" Brendon repeated.
"What? What can't you do?" Ryan asked, now standing before him.
"The last time I drove...the last time I drove us to Spencers, and we were running late, was the day when we...when you...I can't, Ry". Ryan suddenly understood. For him, it wasn't an issue. He couldn't really remember it. But for Brendon.
"Hey, how about I drive us there?" Ryan asked. Brendon looked unsure. "We have to get there somehow Brendon. I know it must be hard for you, really, but we need to get to Spencer's house. Can I drive?"
Brendon paused for a long moment. "Okay. Okay, alright. Just promise me you'll be extra careful, no exceeding the speed limits"
"I promise I'll be careful" Ryan said, moving around the car and climbing into the drivers seat. Brendon slid in beside him nervously. He fastened his seatbelt and looked to his hands. He knew he would have to face this at some point, of course, but not now. Not after he had just got Ryan back. After he had first come back from Chicago, he had convinced Jon and Spencer to have their rehearsals at Ryan's house, or to all meet for coffee then head for Spencers. For some reason, Spencer had woken them at 6am for coffee less and less, as though something or someone was taking up his mornings. So they had to drive there. Brendon flinched as the engine started, hoping there wouldn't be traffic.
The drive to Spencer's was, thankfully, quick and uneventful. When they got there, and knocked on the door, noone answered.
"That's really odd" Ryan commented. "He's always waiting at the window, either really excited or ready to chastise me for being late"
"Hm" Brendon agreed. "He's probably preoccupied". Ryan laughed.
"What?" Brendon asked.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"That depends on what it is that you're thinking?" Brendon replied.
"Ah, you know, he and-" Ryans reply was cut off as a flushed looking Spencer answered the door.
"Ah, about time" Brendon said, as Ryan tried to control his laughter.
"Sorry" Spencer said. "What's he laughing at?"
"Nothing" Ryan managed, getting himself under control. They walked through Spencer's shockingly tidy hallway, and into the spare room. Jon was sat tuning his bass, and there was pizza. Ryan would never understand how Spencer could eat pizza at any time of day. He could eat it for breakfast, fot lunch, for dinner, for supper, for a midnight snack. Hell, if he had a blender Ryan figured he'd probably drink the stuff. Ryan took to the sofa, with Brendon close behind. They always had to have what Spencer called a 'pre-rehearsal meeting'. For someone who didnt know the meaning of the word 'cleaning', he was really OCD organised with stuff like that. As Brendon sat right by Ryan, Ryan wondered if this is what it was like before. He had thought, at first, that he could never like Brendon romantically. He'd thought it odd, but now he could even see himself loving Brendon. Not just yet, of course. Now he felt that he just liked him. Really liked him, a lot. He laced his fingers through Brendons, feeling the need and sighing happily when Brendon responded by squeezing his hand.
"Okay, first things first" Spencer began, from the opposite side of the room. "Ryan, I think you should do backing vocals". He looked up, anticipating the protest.
"No, I couldn't" Ryan protested, as expected.
"Ryan, you have a good voice and you're going to use it. Beside-" He cut himself off, and looked at them curiously. "Excuse me, Ross, is there something you need to tell me?".
Ryan smirked, knowing what he meant. "No" He responded.
"Nope" Brendon said, fighting back a smile.
"So, you had a freak accident with superglue and your hands are permanantly stuck together, then?" He asked.
Ryan lifted his and Brendon's hand, observing them. "I guess so"
"Seriously, Ryan! When did this happen? You have to tell me these things!". Ryan found himself blushing. "Did you finally succumb to Brendon and his charms? Or were you nagged?". Brendon laughed then, and Ryan smiled involuntarily.
"Actually Spence, it was kinda the other way around. Ryan showed off his romantic side" Brendon chuckled.
"Ryan Ross, romantic?" Next you'll be telling me that pigs can fly" Spencer laughed.
"Hey, pigs can fly. Don't you remember that time you flew to Spain?" Jon piped up, and that sent Ryan and Brendon into fits of giggles.
"Ah, you think you're hilarious don't you?" Spencer asked.
"Nah, I know I am" Jon laughed, and as the four continued to laugh, Ryan couldn't beleive his great luck.
Again, apologies for the delay. The next chapter will be up soon :)