We Have A History
Title: We Have A History
Author: cutxnoxcorners
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Brendon and Ryan.
POV: First Person. Brendon's.
Summary: "B, can I come home?"
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.
Beta: babylon_pride.
Author Notes: It's been far too long since I've written /anything/. So here I am. Twenty seconds in 'Pretty. Odd.' and we have this.
I don’t recognize the man that stands in my doorway.
But I can picture the one I used to know.
Back to days when dark circles under eyes simply meant you were doing your best work.
When that half smile was there to assure me that everything was okay.
The bent pages of books meant you’d temporarily lost that creative spark.
When yelling at me was your personal form of affection.
And I understood that.
I embraced it and took it as the highest compliment.
Nights where you’d climb into my bed when the others were asleep.
And it was just you and me.
But it was always like that.
The two of us knew they’d never understand.
That it was just you and me.
It always would be that way.
You’d curl your fingers into my hair.
I’d curl mine into your eccentric vests.
And male hormones couldn’t be controlled.
We’d fight and say things we’d never ever mean.
And I’d crawl into your lap.
And you’d tell me you loved me.
The sky was always the limit.
I could see it in your eyes.
Those dark circled eyes.
And here you are now-far from the man you used to be.
Because you’d started a fight with an excuse to leave.
And leave you did.
But not alone.
You left with /him/.
With someone I trusted.
Someone he trusted-your best friend.
I don’t know if a heart ever recovers from something like that.
I don’t know if there’s any way you could ever make it up to me.
Not even with the tears running down your cheeks as you stand in my doorway.
“B, can I come home?”
There you are.
I know you now.
You are you again.
And I love you all over again.
Because I couldn’t possibly stop loving you.
I never will.
I extend my hand.
And those familiar calloused fingers curl around mine.
And I smile.
Nothing more needs to be said.
Because you went on your adventure.
And you came home.
Home to me.
Mine.
Forever.
<3
Author: cutxnoxcorners
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Brendon and Ryan.
POV: First Person. Brendon's.
Summary: "B, can I come home?"
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.
Beta: babylon_pride.
Author Notes: It's been far too long since I've written /anything/. So here I am. Twenty seconds in 'Pretty. Odd.' and we have this.
I don’t recognize the man that stands in my doorway.
But I can picture the one I used to know.
Back to days when dark circles under eyes simply meant you were doing your best work.
When that half smile was there to assure me that everything was okay.
The bent pages of books meant you’d temporarily lost that creative spark.
When yelling at me was your personal form of affection.
And I understood that.
I embraced it and took it as the highest compliment.
Nights where you’d climb into my bed when the others were asleep.
And it was just you and me.
But it was always like that.
The two of us knew they’d never understand.
That it was just you and me.
It always would be that way.
You’d curl your fingers into my hair.
I’d curl mine into your eccentric vests.
And male hormones couldn’t be controlled.
We’d fight and say things we’d never ever mean.
And I’d crawl into your lap.
And you’d tell me you loved me.
The sky was always the limit.
I could see it in your eyes.
Those dark circled eyes.
And here you are now-far from the man you used to be.
Because you’d started a fight with an excuse to leave.
And leave you did.
But not alone.
You left with /him/.
With someone I trusted.
Someone he trusted-your best friend.
I don’t know if a heart ever recovers from something like that.
I don’t know if there’s any way you could ever make it up to me.
Not even with the tears running down your cheeks as you stand in my doorway.
“B, can I come home?”
There you are.
I know you now.
You are you again.
And I love you all over again.
Because I couldn’t possibly stop loving you.
I never will.
I extend my hand.
And those familiar calloused fingers curl around mine.
And I smile.
Nothing more needs to be said.
Because you went on your adventure.
And you came home.
Home to me.
Mine.
Forever.
<3