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Dude Needs A Heart
By Giovanna

 


Once again, as day turns into night, Ryan Ross is leading yet another brittle blonde bimbo bombshell to his bedroom. Not intoxicated or feeling the least bit guilty to his band mates Ryan lets the girl, let alone child, have her way with him hoping the when Ryan wakes up he'll remember her name. Knowing that won't happen Ryan still goes along with it knowing just how much he's going to offend her. Not bothering with the lights Ryan is thrown onto his bed in a moment of passion.

Once again only a few rooms away, with only a bathroom separating, Brendon was made witness to the moans and groans. Laying there in his bed, trying to black out the sounds, Brendon watched the moonlight shine into his room.

Party in the moonlight, Dance till the sunrise, I'm not moving from the dance floor.

Brendon sung to himself as he let silent tears play down his face. His heart ached and his mind hurt as he tried to forget the sinful dance happening in the other room. Eyes' not giving in to peaceful sleep, Brendon is forced into more torture.

A short knock on the door brings him out of his world. The door opened quickly and quietly as Spencer stuck his head through the door. Seeing Brendon's face roughly stuffed into his bed pillow, Spencer could smell the hurt surfacing. Walking over to the bed, Spencer put his hand sympathetically on Brendon's shoulder. Pulling the blankets open a little, Spencer scooted in and lay down silently next to Brendon. Turning his body to face the misery lying next to him, Spencer softly spoke.

“I'm sorry,”

Silence.

“I know how much this upsets you,”

Silence.

“Is there anything I can do?”

Silence.

“Will you speak to me?”

Turning his head to face Spencer, Brendon's face was stained with tears. Not wanting to speak Brendon sat there in silence. Each moment going by, Brendon hurt more.

“It'll be over soon,” Spencer pleads.

Sighing loudly Brendon closed his eyes ready to try and sleep. Letting all his emotions go. And that's how the night ended, Brendon slept with a comforting Spencer next to him.

 

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