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Chapter 12
The boys just looked at Jon waiting for him to say something, but he was too deep in thoughts. Well, listening to someone elses thoughts.
"Hey, what?" Spencer tugged on Jon's plaid shirt.
"Brendon." Is all he could say. He seemed somewhat disorientated.
"What?" Ryan swiftly turned around to face Jon.
"It's Brendon." Jon repeated.
"Look Jon i know it's hard because he was your friend and all but you will have to let in sink in sooner or la-" Spencer was cut off.
"NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. BRENDON....
I can hear him, i can... he's talking."
Spencer and Ryan looked at him in dismay. Was he going delusional? He wasn't even that close to him.
"We have to dig him up, he's fucking alive, he's alive." Jon said, flustering about trying to find something to dig the grave up.
"You can't just dig up a fucking dead body Jon! Fucking hell!" Spencer screamed.
Jon looked around the graveyard to find some tools. There was a spade near a hole that was partially dug; he grabbed it and ran as fast as he could back to Brendon's grave.
"HOLD ON BREN!" Jon shouted.
He dug. Dug. Dug; and dug some more.
clank
He turned to see the horror which was Ryan's face; Jon smiled.
"Help me would you Spencer."
Ryan still stood deadly still. Jaw dropped.
Jon and Spencer lifted up the mahogany casket. It was nothing special. Didn't even have his name on it. They dropped it a few inches away from the dry grass and prepared to lift up the lid. A look of suspense drowned them out as the lid was latched open and slowly lifted it with a few creaking sounds on the way.
He lay there. Looking lifeless. Pale, if you will.
Ryan just stared.
"How dare you fucking open it. I knew it, you sick bastard!" Ryan screamed at Jon.
Jon didn't feel guilty. He knew it. He heard him.
"No i'm serious, he's alive." Jon said, walking up to his dull body and leaning in to poke it.
"BOO!"
Brendon jumped out of the casket and made Ryan fall to the floor. Jon just stood lucking smug and Spencer ran away. And by away i mean out the graveyard, down the street, back to his house, rocking in the corner of his room.
Ryan still no expression or emotion, slightly crawling away on the ground.
Brendon didn't look worried at all.
"Hey! I'm immortal!" Came from Brendon's now full of life lips.
"I can fucking see that." Ryan finally said.
"Do you know how much i cried for you? How much i missed you? And you're alive!? Your'e fucking alive!" Ryan screamed.
"Oh, so your'e not happy?" Brendon sorrowfully said.
"Ofcourse i am. The love of my life is alive. Again." He said, tears forming at his eyes.
"I'm the lov-... love of your life?" Brendon warily stepped forward.
"Omg i said love didn't i. Fuck. No, actually..." He stood up.
"Brendon Boyd Urie, I LOVE YOU!" His voice echoed throughout the graveyard.
"I love you too, George Ryan Ross. You utter dick head. And so romantic in a grave yard." Brendon said sarcastically. Brendon seemed to be fluent in sarcasm.
They embraced each other and it seemed like time stood still, just for them. Only it didn't; Jon impatiently stood.
"Ok you guys can fuck later, let's get back to the community centre."
The boys just looked at Jon waiting for him to say something, but he was too deep in thoughts. Well, listening to someone elses thoughts.
"Hey, what?" Spencer tugged on Jon's plaid shirt.
"Brendon." Is all he could say. He seemed somewhat disorientated.
"What?" Ryan swiftly turned around to face Jon.
"It's Brendon." Jon repeated.
"Look Jon i know it's hard because he was your friend and all but you will have to let in sink in sooner or la-" Spencer was cut off.
"NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. BRENDON....
I can hear him, i can... he's talking."
Spencer and Ryan looked at him in dismay. Was he going delusional? He wasn't even that close to him.
"We have to dig him up, he's fucking alive, he's alive." Jon said, flustering about trying to find something to dig the grave up.
"You can't just dig up a fucking dead body Jon! Fucking hell!" Spencer screamed.
Jon looked around the graveyard to find some tools. There was a spade near a hole that was partially dug; he grabbed it and ran as fast as he could back to Brendon's grave.
"HOLD ON BREN!" Jon shouted.
He dug. Dug. Dug; and dug some more.
clank
He turned to see the horror which was Ryan's face; Jon smiled.
"Help me would you Spencer."
Ryan still stood deadly still. Jaw dropped.
Jon and Spencer lifted up the mahogany casket. It was nothing special. Didn't even have his name on it. They dropped it a few inches away from the dry grass and prepared to lift up the lid. A look of suspense drowned them out as the lid was latched open and slowly lifted it with a few creaking sounds on the way.
He lay there. Looking lifeless. Pale, if you will.
Ryan just stared.
"How dare you fucking open it. I knew it, you sick bastard!" Ryan screamed at Jon.
Jon didn't feel guilty. He knew it. He heard him.
"No i'm serious, he's alive." Jon said, walking up to his dull body and leaning in to poke it.
"BOO!"
Brendon jumped out of the casket and made Ryan fall to the floor. Jon just stood lucking smug and Spencer ran away. And by away i mean out the graveyard, down the street, back to his house, rocking in the corner of his room.
Ryan still no expression or emotion, slightly crawling away on the ground.
Brendon didn't look worried at all.
"Hey! I'm immortal!" Came from Brendon's now full of life lips.
"I can fucking see that." Ryan finally said.
"Do you know how much i cried for you? How much i missed you? And you're alive!? Your'e fucking alive!" Ryan screamed.
"Oh, so your'e not happy?" Brendon sorrowfully said.
"Ofcourse i am. The love of my life is alive. Again." He said, tears forming at his eyes.
"I'm the lov-... love of your life?" Brendon warily stepped forward.
"Omg i said love didn't i. Fuck. No, actually..." He stood up.
"Brendon Boyd Urie, I LOVE YOU!" His voice echoed throughout the graveyard.
"I love you too, George Ryan Ross. You utter dick head. And so romantic in a grave yard." Brendon said sarcastically. Brendon seemed to be fluent in sarcasm.
They embraced each other and it seemed like time stood still, just for them. Only it didn't; Jon impatiently stood.
"Ok you guys can fuck later, let's get back to the community centre."
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