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Brendon woke up to the annoying sound of his alarm clock, the shrill sound going off to get him to go to school. Not that he was going to go today, even if it was a Monday. He rolled over in his bed staring at the bright red numbers that flashed before his tired eyes. He hit the top of the alarm clock, making sure to hit the snooze button. It told him that it was six, the light annoying his eyes enough to make him roll over and pull the covers over his head. He would wait a few minutes before he would call his school and pose as his dad, tell them that he can't go to school. It was something that he was accustomed to. In fact, he was sure that none of the people at his school had even ever heard his real fathers voice. Not that Brendon had ever heard it either. It always took the nice pitch of an overly angry drunker. He frowned at the thought, and the alarm clock went off again.
With an annoyed groan Brendon pushed the covers off of himself and slammed his fist onto the alarm clock to stop it's insisting beeping. He swung his legs over his bed, standing up as he slowly walked out of his room, walking down the hallway to go into the washroom. He went through his everyday early morning motions, happy to not have to go to school.
When he was all washed up and dressed he wandered into the large empty kitchen, loving the feeling of the cold linoleum against his bare feet. Brendon had always loved the feel of cool objects against his body, since his skin always seemed to be overly warm. He opened the pantry door, looking through the various items that his parents called food. He dug through the items until he found a box of pop-tarts, one of the few things that his parents would buy him. He sat down at the empty table staring blankly at the wall across from him while he munched on the frosted strawberry pop-tart. He sighed after eating the majority of the last one, putting it down with a small frown. As much as he hated to admit it, Brendon was lonely as fuck. He called his school, telling them that he wasn't coming in. The administrator sounded indifferent about it, not even asking if he was really his guardian. He stood, pushing the chair back as he walked into the living room where the baby-grand was placed.
He sat down on the cool black bench, his fingers tracing the ivory keys that he had manged to wear down. His parents had originally bought it as a decoration when Brendon was only six, he had been fascinated with the beauty of the black craftsmanship that they called a piano. By the age of seven he had already thought himself how to play, and when he was eight, one of the maids taught him how to read music. Soon after he took to memorizing every piece of music he could get his hands on, his fingers were able to move gracefully and effortlessly without him even thinking about it. When he was ten, Spencer told him that he could have been a music protegee if his parents had ever bothered to spend enough time with him to know that he had talent. Instead, he was yelled at every time his parents saw him playing the piano, or even sitting on the bench. Brendon frowned once again at the thought and straightened his posture, correcting his fingers so he could start playing. He had gotten to the point where his fingers decided what to play, and half the time he couldn't even remember what the name of the piece was.
He sat there for a good chunk of the day, mindlessly moving his fingers over the keys until his stomach growled with hunger. He sighed, standing up. He decided he would go to see if he could get a free meal out of Jon. He slipped on his shoes, grabbing his jacket and his key before walking out the door. Brendon closed and locked the door before walking down the busy streets of Vegas.
People gave him odd looks, surprised to see a kid as young Brendon walking the streets in the middle of the day with no one else, and as far as they knew, he had no destination. But that wasn't the case with Brendon, as it never truly was. His friends were talented, more so then he ever thought he might have the slight chance of being. He sighed, walking into the small restaurant that Jon owned.
He was greeted by a new worker, asking him if he had reservations. He looked at the curly haired girl for a moment, trying to see if he could read her face but ended up giving up, just asking if he could see her manager. She looked frightened at the thought, to say the least, and her already to big green eyes seemed to grow wider. Almost on cue, Spencer came running over, throwing his arms around Brendon's neck with a huge smile on his face.
"Don't worry Dolly, this one's with me." He hiccuped. Brendon could tell that he was tipsy, close to being drunk. Spencer slapped Brendon's butt, steering him in the direction of the table where Jon was sitting. It was in the back of the casual outfit, and Brendon -like always- couldn't help but feel out of place in the restaurant. Like an old beat up toy, one that a spoiled kid had interest in for a day before tossing it to the floor of their room, leaving it there until their mother picked it up and threw it in a box, never to be seen again. And he was surrounded by other kids favorites, ones that were treated like they were new and pretty. "Wanna eat with Jon and I?" Spencer asked, though he had already pulled out a chair for Brendon to sit in. Brendon nodded silently, sitting down in the chair.
"Sorry for interrupting your meal." Brendon said somewhat quietly. He couldn't help but feel guilty, he could only guess how much time Jon and Spencer spent together alone. And he knew that most of the time he was just a tag along.
"We need to get you laid." Spencer's words slurred a little, and Jon laughed.
"Maybe we should help him get that boy that he wants." Jon said with a smile.
"That, is a brilliant idea." Spencer said with a smile before he stood. "I'll be back." Spencer walked off in the direction of the washrooms. Jon's smile fell, and he held his head in his hands, his elbows propped up on the table.
"What's wrong Jon?" Brendon asked with a frown, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Jon stayed quite for a moment before he started to talk.
"If you were going to ask Spencer to.....Never mind." Jon said with a sigh, squirming in his seat.
"You know you can ask me Jon." Brendon said with a sigh. After all this time, and hearing repeatedly from Jon that Brendon was one of his only friends, Jon still couldn't tell Brendon what was bothering him. "What are you going to ask Spencer?" Brendon asked as he became more curious to the situation.
"I think...I really want to ask him to move in with me...But what if he says no, or says yes and it ruins us?" Jon asked running a hand through his hair. "I don't want to mess things up. Brendon...I fucking love Spencer." Jon said defeated, confessing everything he had been afraid to even admit to himself. Brendon smile a little. Was that really all he was worrying about?
"You know what I think?" Jon peered out of his fingers at Brendon, ready to here what he had to say as he shook his head. "I think that Spencer loves you more than you know, and he would most definitely love to move in with you." Brendon said with a smile. "And you'll never know if you don't ask." Jon cracked a small smile.
"I guess you're right." Jon said laughing a little.
"Of course I am." Brendon said with a smile. They sat there silently for a moment, until Jon called over a waiter, ordering food for Brendon. When the boy walked away Brendon gave Jon a somewhat angry look. "I don't have any money." He said somewhat frustrated. Jon just laughed, waving his hand in the air.
"Honey, I own this place. You think I can't get you a meal for free?" He asked with an overly large smile. Brendon shrugged, and decided it would be best to just accept the food.
Spencer walked over to the table, sitting at the table right next to Brendon.
"There's a group of mod guys in here." He said matter-of-factly and Brendon couldn't help but notice he sounded significantly more sober.
"They eat here often." Jon said not even glancing in the direction of the men at the back. Brendon glanced at them before looking away, he felt nervous looking at them any longer than a few seconds.
"Brendon! You look so nice today. Why aren't you at school?" Spencer said rushing from one topic to another.
"Parents are out on 'business' so I thought I might stay at home."
"Ah, in other words, you've been playing the piano all day." Spencer said with a knowing smile. Jon just sat back, relaxed and happy to watch his two friends talk. A small blush appeared on Brendon's face as he looked down at the food that had been placed in front of him just one minute before.
"Yeah, I was actually." Brendon said with a slight nervous laugh, picking up his fork so he could pick at his food.
"Speaking of, Jon and I got you a present. Come to the bar tonight and I'll give it to you." Spencer said with a large grin. Jon gave him a look that simply read that 'I have no idea what you're talking about.' and Spencer gave him a large grin, not bothering to tell him anything.
"Okay." Brendon said as he started to eat his meal. He listened to Jon and Spencer talk, only talking to them if he thought it was needed. When he was finished eating he told his two friends that he was going to go back home before he got up and left. Spencer and Jon didn't really seem to mind that he was leaving, and Brendon knew he wanted Jon to be able to ask Spencer probably one of the biggest questions in their relationship. So he walked home, having nothing better to do. When he got home, he decided that the best thing to do was to take a nap, figuring that he was going to be out all night.
He woke up on the couch in the living room, the clock above the TV reading in neon green lights told him it was past seven. He got up, putting his head in his hands for a minute as he attempted to wake up fully. Brendon stood, walking into the kitchen. He skipped the food, digging for any type of caffeinated drink he could find. It was a typical thing for him to do when his family was gone. He made himself a cup of coffee, sitting at the table with a book while he waited for it to brew. It was nice to have a good book from their 'family' bookshelf to read from while the heavy sent of coffee drifted through the air. When it was finished, he quickly poured himself a cup, drinking it while he fixed himself.
He combed through his hair, attempting to make it look neater. He put on a pair of black trousers, and a white button-up shirt, which had a red vest and matching bow-tie overlap it. As much as he'd love to dress like a normal teenager his age, you couldn't do it at the places he loved to spend time at. He finished drinking his coffee, putting the mug in the sink so he could wash it later. He put on his nice black shoes and walked out the door, locking it behind him.
It was about a ten minute walk to the pub where Spencer worked, and really, it was pretty odd to be walking alone. He whistled to himself as he walked, each adult on the street looking at him like he was a psycho killer, the parents pulling their children close to them. Brendon felt slightly offended by this, or at least he would if he wasn't so used to it. So he wasn't a normal teen, going to the movies each night with friends, finding girls to go to dances with. He knew who he was, and it sure as hell wasn't close to the norm.
He walked into the bar, the guards not thinking twice about letting him in. They knew him. Most people who worked at a club or bar knew him. So they didn't ask, just simply let him be. He walked over to the bar, sitting down next to a slightly tipsy Jon. His collar was undone, his hair askew, his tie hanging limply around his neck. Brendon smiled a little.
"Brendon!" Spencer said happily, quickly making Brendon a drink without even asking if he wanted anything. There were more people at the pub then there normally was on a Monday night, but the three of them seemed to have cut themselves off into their own little world. The noise and people of the rest of the building seemed to fade, and Brendon couldn't care less.
"Spencer!" Brendon responded happily, taking a sip of his drink.
"Jon!" Jon hiccuped, giggling like a school girl. Spencer and Brendon laughed.
"You two are in a good mood tonight." Brendon said with a smile. He took another sip of the green liquid, the one that everyone knew was illegal. But it was after all, Spencer who was serving it. And Brendon knew he was going to have one hell of a hangover the next day.
"Jon asked me to move in with him." Spencer said with a grin that could only be compared to that of a freshmen girl that got asked to go to prom with the hottest senior at her school. Brendon's heart sank, but he kept his smile plastered to his face. Of course they were happy, and all in all, that's all he really wanted. For the two of them to be happy. Well, maybe it wasn't all that he wanted. He wanted himself to be happy too. Not that it looked like that was happening anytime soon.
"That's great." Brendon said happily, patting Jon on the back. "I think it's time to celebrate." Brendon said downing the rest of the drink, the mix of alcohol and drugs that were in the neon green liquid that burned his throat as his mind became fogged.
"Jon's been doing that for an hour now." Spencer said with a light laugh.
"And you're still not drunk!" Brendon said with a smirk as he took a random bottle and handed it to Jon who laughed. Jon took the bottle happily and started drinking from it.
"Oh, and I have a present for you." Spencer said. "Just give me a second." Spencer quickly started making a few more drinks for other people at the bar while Jon and Brendon talked together, Brendon congratulating Jon for having the guts to ask Spencer to take their relationship one step farther. Spencer walked in the back room and brought back a present a minute later, handing it to Brendon who smiled. "It's from the two of us. I thought you might want a little bit of company since you still haven't gotten that boy of yours yet." Spencer said with a laugh. Brendon nodded, unwrapping it. He smiled a little at Spencer after he looked at the book that now sat in front of him on the bar. It was a book full of things he could play on the piano.
"Thank you." He said as he took another drink from the glass that Spencer had refilled.
"Awh, and no thanks to me. I helped!" Jon whined in a slurred voice. Brendon laughed, kissing Jon's cheek.
"Of course you helped." Brendon said with a laugh. In his slightly hazed mind, he stood, taking the book over to the piano that sat at the back of the bar, collecting dust as it waited for a player. He set the book up, setting his glass on the top part of the closed piano, and then he let himself play. He might have been high, or slightly dunk, but he still played the piano as if he was sober. Spencer laughed at Brendon as other workers at the bar looked at him curiously.
"I think we just made him happy." Jon said with a smile. Spencer hit his arm playfully.
"You think WE made him happy? You had nothing to do with it." Spencer said with a laugh. Jon laughed drunkenly, and Spencer couldn't help but feel like a teenage girl in love.
The night seemed to wind down, Jon or Spencer occasionally going over to Brendon to pour him another glass, people sitting down next to the piano to talk to Brendon about their petty problems. And not once did any of them complain. No one new he wasn't a hired musician, or that he wasn't even legally allowed to be in the bar, with the exception of his two lovebird friends.
Brendon was talking to a girl with red curly hair and too many freckles for his drug induced mind to handle, keeping him somewhat distracted as he continued to play. She talked about nonsense and he responded with crap that he didn't even believe, hoping that eventually she would get over it and pull her life together again. While Brendon was busy with this, a boy walked in. A shorter-than-average feminine boy walked into the bar, sitting down on one of the plastic cushioned stoles close to Spencer and Jon, having it being the less occupied side. He had peacock feathers tied in his hair, his slightly swollen face had makeup covering it, accenting the wounds that we prominent on it. He was dressed in a poor mans best, the overly fancy and intricate design of the bar making him feel inadequate. Spencer looked at him, and couldn't help but feel like he had seen him before. He ordered his drink, giving up a small amount of cash before saying that he was only going to have one.
Spencer pulled Jon close to him by his tie, whispering in his ear. "Doesn't that boy fit the description of the boy Brendon likes?" He asked and Jon, being drunk, looked the boy up and down as obviously as humanly possible. He squirmed in his seat under Jon's gaze, and glanced up at Jon's smiling face.
"You're a hot boy, own it." Jon said with a smirk, the young teen looked away somewhat quickly, looking down at his drink. "I think he might be." Jon whispered to Spencer.
"That's what I thought." Spencer said with a sigh as he looked over at Brendon who was still playing the piano while talking to the same girl as earlier. "What do you think we should do about it? I mean look at him, it looks like he died and is just going through all of his daily functions like nothing happened." Spencer said with a small sigh. Jon looked over his shoulder at Brendon, and he had to admit, he did look somewhat dead. Jon finished off the rest of his drink, shaking his head.
"I dunno, perhaps we should....um...set him up withsomeone?" Jon slurred. Spencer sighed, shaking his head.
"You know that wouldn't work."
The boy looked over his shoulder as he stared at Brendon, looking at the boy who always sits at the back of the club he works at watching him preform. He was happy that he was now the one to watch the boy express his talent. It didn't help that Brendon played the same music his mother used to play, it just brought back the pain of how much he missed her. He lived in a house with three brothers and his fucking father, being the youngest, his mother was the only person he could relate with, and he missed her more than anyone thought he would when she died.
"So what's your name kid?" Spencer asked and the boy turned to face him. Spencer had a small smile as he talked to him, the lips that Jon loved moving and making him wish that he could have them right then and there.
"Ryan." The honey eyed teen said in a silky and quite voice, the smoke in the bar slightly fogging his voice, making it sound a little hoarse.
"I'm Spencer, and this is Jon." Spencer said with a smile as he pointed to Jon who gave him a ridiculous smirk, showing that he wasn't going to let Spencer get to far away from him that night. "And that boy over there playing the piano is Brendon." Ryan felt his heart flutter as he looked over at the boy playing the piano, his fingers flying over the keys as he talked to a boy with short white blond hair that was spiked. He couldn't help but feel lightheaded as the name of the boy Ryan thought he might have fallen for floated through his ears.
"Why are you telling me this?" Ryan asked as he forced himself to tear his gaze away from Brendon to look back at Spencer.
"I don't know... There's just something about you." Spencer said and Ryan nodded, finishing his drink before putting money on the counter. Ryan got a piece of paper out, scribbling a few words on it before speaking.
"I have to go." Ryan said and Spencer took the the money, Ryan quickly putting a few extra dollars on the bar. "Can you give that to Brendon?" Ryan asked and Spencer nodded. With that, Ryan turned on his heel walked to the door, took one last look at Brendon, and went out in the cool Nevada night.
Spencer looked at the crumpled bills, noticing the little piece of white paper. Jon and Spencer gave each other knowing glances as Spencer unfolded the piece of paper, both of them smirking.
"Think this Ryan kid likes out Brendon?" Jon asked.
"How could he not?" Spencer responded with a grin that spread across his face, making Jon's heart flutter. He really did love Spencer's smile.
"Dear Brendon,
You probably don't know my name, but I know that you watch me preform. And now that I've finally seen you do something as well, I would love for us to meet. Perhaps this Thursday after my act behind the place I work? I'll wait for about an hour before deciding you won't show up.
xxx
Ryan." Spencer read the girly writing that was scrawled on the paper, and smirked at Jon.
"Looks like Brendon finally found the boy he loves." Jon said with a smirk.
"Shhh, he's coming over here." Spencer said, waving his hand in the air as Brendon sat back down next to Jon, spinning on the stool.
"Hehehe, this is so much fun." Brendon said like a five year old as he giggled. Spencer handed Brendon the crumpled money and note that Ryan had given him with a smile.
"You got a tip." Brendon shoved the money in his pocket without a second thought and Spencer sighed.
"I think we should get you home." He said and Jon and Brendon both groaned.
"But I don't wanna goooo, you two are too much fun!" Brendon whined like a five year old.
"You just wanna ruin all our fun." Jon complained.
"Jon, if you take Brendon home and come back here when I get off work, I'll give you a night to remember when we get back to our apartment." Spencer said with a smirk.
"Gah! I didn't need to here that, I'll walk myself home." Brendon waved his hand, finishing off the bottle of illegal liquid before staggering out of the bar.
"That's not good." Spencer said with a frown.
"Who cares, everything's working out perfectly." Jon said as he put his head down on the wooden surface that held his drink. They could only hope it would last.


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Thanks to Katrina_Adams for reviewing last chapter. Glad you like it.
-xoxo Pansy