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When Somebody Loved Me
By Complexmind

 


Disclaimer: Of course I don't own any of them. I'll let you know if I ever do, don't worry.

When He Loved Me

He was crying again. Of course he was trying not to cry but it wasn't working very well. He still didn't understand why those things had been said. For once he'd actually been happy and had forgotten about the things around him that were out to get him.

“Why?” he asked himself through his tears. He hated the way his voice shook and how he could barely understand himself. But there was nothing he could do about it. So he curled up into a ball and lay down on his bed.

Living in the same apartment building as the problem was not helpful in the slightest. It was a good thing he'd memorized the other boy's schedule so he could avoid him whenever it was possible.

The other one seemed to be miserable too though. But that did nothing to help him, it didn't make him feel any better, it just made him want to wrap his arms around the boy and comfort him. They hadn't spoken since the night of the fight three weeks ago.

When he was done crying and had cleaned up a little, he remembered that he had a job that he had to go to, but first he needed to make sure that the other one was gone or at least not in the hallway. He looked out and saw that the hallway was clear so he slipped out, hurried to the elevator, and went down to the main floor to get to his job.

“Hey, you're going to go out with Jon and me tonight. You never really get out of the apartment so you're coming with us,” his best friend Spencer said when he walked through the door of the restaurant.

“No. No, I'm not,” he answered firmly.

“We're just going to go to that little place by the building, you barely have to leave. And if you don't come by your own free will I will come up and take you down myself. Would you rather do it the easy way or the hard way?”

“I'd rather not do it at all,” he knew that Spencer was being completely serious. Spencer was worried about him and was desperate to make sure he didn't try to do anything bad to himself. Although why he would do it now rather than earlier didn't make sense.

“So I guess we'll be doing it the hard way. I'll come pick you up at eight,” Spencer said, turning away and setting a table for a new group of people.

He sighed and began folding napkins. Spencer wasn't going to drop this, and he knew that if Spencer got really desperate Jon would begin bothering him about it too.

The hours passed by rather slowly as usual. He waited on tables and collected tips, everything was normal. At closing time Spencer walked by and reminded him of his earlier threat.

“You still have time to come on your own you know. But if you don't, I'll be in front of your apartment door at eight. You have until then to call me,” then he walked out of the door.

He sighed and walked back to his apartment. He had absolutely no intention to go on his own. If Spencer really thought he could, he would let him try and take him down. For now, what could he do before his confrontation with Spencer at eight? He had two hours.

So he decided to sit at his piano and play anything that he had memorized. That got a little boring after an hour or so, so he stood and looked in the bench to find a book that he hadn't looked at for some time. There was a thick book at the bottom.

Curious, he pulled it out and smiled when he saw it. It was a book of Disney songs from all of the most popular movies. He opened it and skimmed through it. This would be plenty of entertainment. He sat and played through a few songs slowly, since he didn't exactly know them yet he needed the extra seconds to position his hands right.

Eventually eight-o-clock rolled around and he heard a knock on his door, pulling him out of his playing. He glanced at the clock and sighed. He really didn't want to do this.

“Spencer! Go away! I don't want to go, just leave me alone!” he called, irritated, hoping that he would give up for once and just leave.

“It's not Spencer,” came the mumbled voice from the other side of the door. He froze. It was HIS voice, the voice that he wanted to hear even less than Spencer's and yet more than anyone else's in the world, the voice he hadn't heard in three weeks.

He went to the door with the piano book under his arm and looked out; just to make sure he wasn't imagining things. He wasn't. Hesitantly he opened the door and looked at his visitor and neighbor.

The other boy stared at him just as he was staring at the other boy. Then, before he knew what was happening, the other boy smiled widely and had wrapped him in his arms and was holding him close. He felt tears prick the back of his eyes but he swallowed and blinked to get rid of them.

“I'm sorry,” the boy whispered close to his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

This was wrong wasn't it? He was still mad, right? This shouldn't be happening, at least not right now. Not when he was still confused about everything. It had been three weeks, but he still wasn't entirely sure of what had happened to them. Hell, he couldn't even remember what their fight had really been about.

So why didn't he return the hug and say he was sorry too? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that he had to stop it and he had to get away fast. He squirmed out of the other boy's arms and pushed past him, rushing down the hallway and to the stairs; he didn't have time to wait for the elevator.

He ran down the stairs and into the lobby. There was a little auditorium with a beautiful grand piano off to the side of the lobby for when performers came to the little hotel/apartment building. He liked to go there and play sometimes when he didn't want to be upstairs in his apartment.

Quickly he slipped through the door and shut it quietly behind him. There were little lights set into the floor so he could see as he made his way down to the stage.

Once there, there was a switch off to the side that illuminated just the stage. He sighed in relief when the lights were on. He didn't mind the dark but when he had the option between dark and light he usually chose light.

As usual, he took in the sight of the pale wood stage and the gorgeous black grand piano that sat center stage left. He wandered over to the instrument, lifted its lid and propped it on the little rod that was built in to keep it up, he pulled out the music stand and set the book on it, and then he sat down on the padded bench. He picked the book back up and began to flip through the pages; he wanted to find a good song.

After several pages he found a perfect song. “When She Loved Me” from Toy Story 2. With a small smile he put the book back on the stand, put his right foot on the right pedal, and put his hands in the right positions.

He played the introduction and started singing when the words came.

“When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful, every hour we spent together lives within my heart.” He continued, changing all of the pronouns so they were “he” and “his”.

“And when he was sad, I was there to dry his tears. And when he was happy so was I. When he loved me.” The song played at his heart a little.

He also changed the “so the years went by” part to “so the weeks went by” because they'd only been together for a few weeks.

And he finished strong. “When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful, every hour we spent together lives within my heart. When he loved me.” On the last chords he held the right pedal until the notes faded out completely.

He straightened and sighed. Suddenly there was someone sitting next to him.

“And I still do,” the other boy whispered to him, putting a hand on his cheek and turning his face so they were looking into each other's eyes. They kissed.

It was a passionate kiss that somehow seemed to convey every single emotion the both of them were feeling at that very moment. It was better than any kiss either of them had shared before, like a brand new first kiss. He never wanted it to end.

“Me too. I love you, Ryan,” he whispered, “and I'm sorry too.”

“You know we never officially “broke up”, Brendon,” the other boy pointed out with a small smile.

“Would you like to come upstairs with me?” he asked, looking at the boy whom he loved so much and whom he could never be mad at for long.

“Of course.”

Brendon took Ryan's hand and recognized how good it felt. How he'd gone for three weeks without this boy was a mystery. They walked up to his apartment and kissed again just inside his doorway. This was as amazing as the other one; it was almost as if something had been rekindled in the both of them that hadn't been there before. When they parted they realized that they'd moved into the bedroom.

Brendon smiled wickedly at Ryan and before they knew it they were shirtless on the bed. The pants left shortly after the shirts and the boxers stayed only for a few seconds once the pants were gone. Spencer never did show up and Brendon forgot all about him.

When they were finished and enjoying the afterglow they lay in bed, curled up together. Neither said anything because nothing needed to be said. Occasionally they would kiss, to reassure each other that they were still there and that it wasn't going to change.

Then they fell asleep still tangled together and in the morning they woke up that way.

They smiled and kissed for a while.

“I still love you, Ryan.”

“I still love you too, Brendon.”

They didn't leave their bed all day.

End

Shortest story I've ever written. Only 4 pages.

Shitty smut part, I know. The next time I write one it'll hopefully be better because it will be read by someone else before it's posted.

And did anyone else watch the Tony's? I'd just like to say, it totally reaffirmed the fact that Neil Patrick Harris is one of the best people to grace this planet. Seriously, go watch the opening on youtube, classic NPH. Amazing singer and performer, go watch it on youtube.

(This A/N was originally only two lines long. The top part and the second part up `til better.)

 

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