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Douse The Lights;-
By EmilyUrie

 


I sat on the cool leather couch, tapping my fingers lightly against the taut material. I was in my own world, and nobody could distract me. This was my thinking time, the time where I sometimes thought up catchy lyrics, but usually, I thought about my life and where it was goi-

“Ry...?” Spencer sighed. I snapped out of my trance-like state, but I didn't take the waking-up lightly.

“Spencer, what the hell do you what?!” I practically screamed at him. Spencer stepped back, shocked by the way I was acting. “Ryan! Sorry for bothering you in your `zone' but I just wanted to say that Bren wants you.” He said sadly.

“Oh... Ok. Sorry Spence. I went into total-bitch mode.” I smiled warily at him while hauling myself up and casually walking over to the door which was marked `Brenny Bear'. I took a minute to look at the label, and I grinned while knocking on the door. “Brendonnn!” I said cheerily.

“Come in, Ross.” He said, the door muffling his song-like voice. I opened the door to find him lying on his bed with his geeky red glasses and spider-man PJs. Before he, or I, could say anything, he jumped into my arms and hugged me tightly. “RYANN! My lovely Ryan!” He screeched.

“Hey Brenny. You ok?” I said calmly. He leant back from me, his hands still clamped around my waist.

“I love you Ryan.” He said simply as he pulled himself back in to hug me. I smiled and snuggled into his neck.

“I love yo-” I mumbled before Brendon drew my head out and kissed me softly on the lips. I was elated, but confused with his affections.

“I always... You never... I love you Brendon Boyd Urie.” I stuttered before grinning widely.

“I... Love... You... George... Ryan... Ross... The... Third...” He whispered into my ear in-between his sweet kisses. We spent the next few days cuddling up to each other on the couch and whispering sweet nothings.

“Brenny? I just wanted to ask you something...” I said delicately.

“Yeah, Ryan baby? What's up?” He turned round to face me, that everlasting grin still plastered to his face.

“The other day when Spencer said you wanted me, what did you really want?” I questioned. I noticed that his expression changed dramatically, and he looked sombre.

“Ryan. I love you, you know that right?” He whispered.

“Duh! You haven't stopped saying it.” I wanted to laugh, but I knew now wasn't the time.

“Then wake up. I love you, wake up.” He said sadly.

“Wha..?” I said in a daze.

Suddenly Brendon started fading.

I woke up.

“RYAN! YOU'RE AWAKE!” Brendon said, obviously excited. I took a moment to take in my surroundings. I was in a... hospital?

“Bren, why am I here?” I croaked dryly.

“Well, uh... Jon kinda accidently hit you with his car...” He said sheepishly, pointing to the left of the room. I look around to see Spencer comforting a crying Jon.

“Ry... I'm sorry Ry...” He said as Ryan looked at him in bewilderment. I sighed and put my head in my hands.

“It was all a dream... It never happened...” I cried bitterly. Brendon stared at me in all his perfection.

“Ry, what's up?!” He said, his voice rising in shock. I turned my head to face him.

“I had the best dream, you and I, we were together...” I whispered. Brendon gave me the `Are you crazy Ross?!' look that was one of his favourite expressions.

“Where have you been? We are together!” Brendon said quietly before leaning over me and kissing me.

“Please don't be a dream...” I thought, crossing my fingers under the thin sheets.

“I love you Ryan.” He chuckled gracefully.

“I love you Brendon, you big idiot. Correction - my big idiot!” I laughed.

“Then wake up...” He grimaced.

Fin.

 

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