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there's a light on in chicago
By indie_chicky

 


I wrote this a while ago (back when it was still snowing), but I was looking through all my old fics and found a few that I hadn't uploaded. I would love to get your guys' feedback on this and the two other fics I will be posting. They're kind of old, and you might have read them on Slash at the Disco, but your comments would definitely still be appreciated! Thanks!!

………………………………&hel lip;

“Is it ever going to stop?”

Ryan Ross pressed his nose to the glass and shifted the phone from one ear to the other before responding.

“I honestly doubt it.”

“Well this fucking sucks, dude.”

Brendon sneezed and heard Ryan offer him a blessing.

“I mean, we're in the same damn city and we can't even see each other? I have to spend the night alone with Pete Wentz? Do you realize how quickly my innocence is going to be snatched away?”

Ryan chuckled low as Jon offered him a cup of hot chocolate. He accepted and reached his hand into the bag of marshmallows sitting on the table next to him, sprinkling a few on top of his drink.

“If I'm not mistaken, I believe I was the one to snatch away your innocence.”

The band had been taking a couple weeks off before the album was to be released and they weren't likely to get any free time in the foreseeable future. Ryan had been at home with Spencer, the two of them just hanging out like they had when they were kids and Jon had been at home in Chicago with Brendon, the two of them just relaxing and lying low. Today, Ryan had arrived in Chicago three days before Spencer in the hopes that he would get some alone time to spend with Brendon. But when Ryan had arrived at Jon's apartment, Brendon wasn't there. He was visiting Pete. And then it happened. 6 inches of snow in 4 hours.

“Fucking Chicago,” Brendon had said when Ryan called his phone 3 hours ago, “When we retire, please tell me we can live in Hawaii.”

“In two whole years?”

“Hey, Ross, you may be ready to hang up your guitar straps after the next album, but I see us being popular into our 60s.”

“You have an overactive imagination.”

“Someone in this relationship has to have some sort of imagination.”

And that was when Ryan had hung up on Brendon. Only to have him promptly call back 46 seconds later.

“I was kidding.”

“That doesn't sound like an apology.”

“You know I love you.”

“Again, didn't hear a sorry in there.”

“Ryan Ross, I am more sorry for what I said than any man has ever been in the entire span of time!”

Ryan smiled satisfactorily, as he heard a voice in the background of Brendon's end of the line.

“Brendon, does the word hangover mean nothing to you?”

“I'm underage, Wentz, so no, it means nothing.”

“Bullshit. Who are you talking to?”

“Ryan.”

Pete rolled his eyes but walked away with a smile.

“Tell him I appreciate the eye roll.”

“Hey, Ryan says he appreciates the eye roll.”

“He's not here, is he?”

“No, he's stuck at Jon's.”

“Tell him that's fucking creepy.”

“He said…”

“I heard, Brendon.”

The two sighed and stared out the window, appreciating the silence. It was pitch black outside, but the ground was illuminated in a deep coat of white. Brendon breathed hard against the window and drew half of a heart on the fogged up window with one finger.

“I miss you, Ryan.”

Ryan smiled as he heard Brendon's heavy breathing, somehow knowing what he had just done. He watched the window fog in front of him as he exhaled. He reached up quickly and drew the other half of the heart before the fog went away.

“Me too, Bren.”

 

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