The Bryar Bunch [EP 15/23]
Title: The Bryar Bunch: Episode Fifteen
Author: stfu_pwentzz
Pairing: Spencer/Bob, Ryan/Brendon, Ryan/Pete, Frank/Gerard, Frank/Brendon, Brian/Gabe, Pete/Mikey,
Rating: Overall NC-17
Beta: stitches_later
Summary: The Brady Bunch AU. Spencer is the glue that holds his family together, three messed up boys that needed a place to stay. Bob holds his own family together, four boys in a band called My Chemical Romance. Spencer and Bob fall in love and get married. How do their families react? This is their story
Disclaimer: The last time I checked, Bob and Spencer weren'tmarried. And I don't think there would be this much drama.
Author's Notes: Alright, I fixed all the mistakes. Should be all good. But you guys should really thank ipanicdaily. Because without her, I don't know if I ever would have finished this. Thank you love for all the support and I love you :')
Previous Chapters Masterpost
Ryan couldn't describe the feeling of kissing Pete Wentz if you paid him. He tried to come up with something in his mind though because he simply could not comprehend Pete's lips on his. It was simple, they were just sitting on the bus and then the next thing he knew, Pete had his lips pressed against Ryan's.
Ryan gasped, still not comprehending what was going on, but Pete took control of Ryan's open mouth. Pete grabbed Ryan's hip and slid Ryan so they were facing each other. For some reason, Ryan was still hesitant in his moves. He blamed it completely on the fact that his brain could not register Pete's lips on his own. It was a defect, obviously. He'd have to get that fixed after Pete stopped kissing him.
It didn't live up to his fifteen year old fantasy of making out with Pete Wentz, but it was still good. There was the hero worship thing about all else. Ryan grabbed a fistful of hair and dragged Pete's mouth closer to his. If he was gong to kiss Pete, he was going to kiss him right. Something felt off about the entire thing, but Ryan didn't pay any attention to that at all. He had more important things to focus on.
Like, getting Pete's pants off in the next half an hour. Ryan was content with just kissing, though. It was different. Pete's lips were more stoic and chapped than he had been expecting. It wasn't anything like the few drunken kisses that Brendon would occassionally give him. Brendon's lips were never chapped because he wore lip gloss constantly.
And Ryan should not be thinking of Brendon when he had Pete Wentz in front of him. Pete Wentz with a boyfriend. Ryan tore his lips off Pete's, and he wished he closed his eyes because the very sight of Pete's eyes dropped, and his lips puffy just made him want to start kissing him all over again, but Ryan was nobody’s home wrecker.
"What about Mikey," he breathed out. He might not like the guy much, but he wasn't going to be cheating on someone he had to live with for the better part of the next few weeks. Ryan wasn't entirely sure what was going after the tour was over, but he hoped it was away from Mikey Fucking Way.
Pete licked his lips, and where was that a few minutes ago. "We broke up." Pete said bluntly, which that made a lot of sense. Ryan didn't want to be cocky and ask if it was about him, but then again Ryan was cocky, so he just really wanted to know.
He tried to keep the smile to himself as he asked "It didn't have anything to do with me, did it?"
His heart was crushed a little bit when Pete shrugged and muttered "Not really," regretfully. No, no. Pete was not allowed to sound regretful when he was making out with Ryan. They were broken up, they were done. It was totally fair game.
He nudged Pete's face forward and Pete got the hint. He tilted his head and kissed Ryan, a little harder this time. Ryan opened his mouth within contact and just let himself become overcome with Pete Wentz. For such a small guy, he was everywhere and took up a lot of space.
His entire body was all over Ryan and Ryan secretly loved every single second of it. Ryan rose up on his knees so he could lean over Pete's body for a better position. Ryan's legs were too long for him to be bent up like a pretzel on a tour bus couch. He didn't even know how far Pete had planned ahead, but he really didn't want to do anything... dirty in the lounge.
Pete pushed Ryan back so he was leaning against the wall and Pete climbed into his lap. Pete was a lot more versatile than Ryan was, this was going to work out perfectly. Ryan reached for Pete's shoulders and tried to push them closer still. He wanted to Pete to become a part of him. Wanted to swallow him whole.
There was a rustling outside of the door, and Ryan tried to ignore it, but he could still make out a few voices. There were a few mumbles, and a laugh or two before Ryan heard the door creak open. He didn't stop kissing Pete, because he's walked in on almost everyone on that bus in more compromising positions than the position Ryan was in.
There was a groan. "This, Jon. This is why we are never around .You stay here, and you walk in on Pete and Ryan macking it on the couch," Ryan pulled away at the sound of Ray's voice and Jon's snickering behind him.
Ryan had grace enough to be embarrassed about the situation, but he tried not to let it show through his expressions. Pete didn't look shameful, so he didn't see why he had to.
"What are you guys doing here?" Ryan asked.
Ray crossed his arms with a smile on his face, and he didn't want to know why he was so happy. "What are you guys doing here, is the better question."
Pete smirked and went back to kissing Ryan. Ryan held his own for a few moments ,but Pete's lips coercing his own to open was too overpowering. It was unfair. Can't beat lips with lips. He heard Jon and Ray leave, which was a good thing because he didn't want them to stay because that explained things about them that he didn't even want to think about.
They stayed like that for a good ten minutes, and it was the moment that Pete touched Ryan's bare stomach that everything clicked in place and he didn't like it. Pete's hands were coarse and his nails were bitten. His lips were chapped, and his hair was flat to his head.
It was wrong, all wrong. He didn't want to kiss Pete at all. He wanted a mop full of hair that he could grab without feeling a bunch of different hair products at the same time. He wanted longer fingers, that weren't so bitten to death. He wanted to grab onto arm muscles that were more defined by guitar playing, not bass. He wanted the taste of lip gloss after he kissed that person.
And most of all, he wanted to feel that subtle smile against his lips that Brendon got whenever he smiled at Ryan .
Fuck. Shit. He's made a mistake. A mistake of gigantic proportions. He needed to get Pete off him. He pushed Pete away for a minute, and he just needed a minute to process this. He was being ridiculous. He couldn't be in love with Brendon. He was kissing Pete Wentz, he should just focus on all of that.
Pete Wentz, sitting in front of him looking out of breath should be what he wanted. HE did want Pete. He's wanted him for so long and he was finally going to get it.
Ryan surged forward to press their lips together. Pete sighed and the vibrations buzzed Ryan's lips. Pete was here in Ryan's arms. Ryan pushed Pete forward and he fell on the couch. Ryan climbed on top of Pete and led open0mouthed kisses to Pete's neck.
Pete's hands circled Ryan's back and Ryan bit down. Pete tensed and omitted a groan. Ryan smiled against his neck. He kissed Pete harder because he was fucking pissed now. Pete was there, barely touching him. The one who laughed at his jokes. Pete was the one kissing him, holding Ryan to his chest. Something that Brendon hadn't done in months; touch him.
Ryan bit Pete's lips and licked inside. It was Pete who was paying attentions to Ryan. Not Brendon and he missed that the most. Brendon had been focused on Frank.
Frank who wasn't even in love with Brendon. Frank who looked for things to fight about. Frank who touched Brendon too much. Ryan would have Brendon be with Fall Out Boy rather than Frank's hands on him. Brendon touched him, too. Ryan's ouches were given to Frank and god damn him.
Ryan gasped and sat straight up. "Playing hard to get?" Pete teased, but Ryan ignored him. He was, he couldn’t' believe it. He didnt' like Pete, and he was in love with Brendon. The moment they got onto that damn tour bus it started.
Brendon stopped touching him and Ryan pretended not to care. Brendon made moon eyes at Frank, so Ryan made larger moon yes at Pete. Brendon stopped standing up for Ryan and...
He never stopped.
Frank and Brendon broke up because Brendon would stand up for Ryan. It wasn't because Brendon got over whatever he was feeling for Ryan but--
"Oh, shit. I have to find Brendon," Ryan announced. Ryan got off Pete and Pete sat up slowly, looking confused. "And you," he pointed to Pete "need to find Mikey."
Pete scratched his head. "Mikey?"
Ryan rolled his eyes. Realizing he was in love with Brendon made him incredibly sappy. "You love Mikey, it's not a tour thing. And I think that's what scares you the most."
Pete stared off in space bur Ryan knew it was best to leave Pete to his thoughts. HE also knew that someone could tell you your feelings, but it was up to you to realize those feelings. And love made Ryan a little wiser too, apparently.
He hoped that Brendon still had feelings for him. This whole revelation would suck if Brendon wasn't in love with him anymore. Maybe he and Frank got back together or..
"I love Mikey Way," Pete whispered out loud to himself. Ryan turned to Pete and he had a smile on his face. "I love Mikey. Ryan! We have to tell him!"
Ryan was wary. "I don't know about we--" but Pete was already grabbing Ryan and leading him outside. Ryan didn't know how Pete could run faster than Ryan with those short stumps, but he was. HE was dragging Ryan behind him around the parking lot. They finally found Mikey but he was with Gerard, Frank and Brian. Brian was holding a piece of paper that was addressed to Spencer and it looked a little sketchy.
Pete ran into Mikey but let go of Ryan which was good because Ryan didn't want to get into another fist fight with Mikey. Mikey looked at Pete, then Ryan, then glared at them both.
"What do you two lovebirds want?" He growled, turning to face Brian.
Pete turned him around so they were face to face. Mikey still looked pissed off but a little intrigued none the less. "Mikey, I have to tell you that I love you. Like really," he beamed.
Mikey crossed his arms in front of him. "I dont' care. We're busy breaking up Spencer and..." his face paled for a moment, and a smile started to bloom over his face. "Wait. You love me?" he asked, his voice getting softer with every letter. Pete nodded and brought their foreheads together so they could look into each others eyes. Mikey sighed and closed his eyes. "But you and Ryan. Ray said.."
Ryan coughed and Mikey's eyes went to him, and he could feel the fire behind them. "Well, we were, but. Pete! But Pete pushed me away and said he couldn't do that to you because he was in love with you!"
Mikey's "he did?" clashed with Pete's "I did?" and no one could hear the difference. Ryan nudged Pete's calf and Pete smiled at Mikey. "Yeah, I did." Ryan felt strangely proud of himself. HE had fixed a relationship and hopefully one was still in the queue.
Brian spoke up. "Don’t let me interrupt, but did you say you were planning on breaking Spencer and---"
Suddenly Gabe ran up to the group and he seemed out of breath. "Hey, guys, have you seen my moped around?"
"I sincerely hope you are talking about your actual moped," Gerard groaned into his hands.
Gabe waved him away. "No, that's called Chauncey. I'm talking about my actual moped. I can't find it anywhere."
Ryan blinked and few times and what? HE decided that he didn't want to know and bowed out of the conversation to find Brendon. That was more important than finding Gabe's moped. The first spot he'd try would be with Joe, because that seemed like the only person Brendon hung out with recently. If Joe wasn't super straight he would be a little jealous over that.
He rushed into Fall Out Boy's bus and Joe was sitting on the couch watching some TV. HE turned to look at the door and smiled. "Hey, Ross."
"Hey," he greeted in walking further into the lounge. He looked around and he didn't see Brendon anywhere. He must be somewhere else then. IF anyone would know it'd be Joe. "Do you know where Brendon is?"
Joe snorted and turned his attention back to the TV. "Can’t even keep him in your bunk? Christ, Ross. Maybe he went out to get more condoms or something," he started laughing to himself again.
Ryan swallowed. Why would Brendon need condoms?! Who else was he sleeping with? "What are you talking about. I haven't seen Brendon all day."
The silence spoke louder than anything. Ryan could feel the tension in every single breath he made and every bone in his body. Joe was staring at him now. The TV shut off and that made everything worse somehow. "Brendon left an hour ago to stop you and Pete. He. HE was gong to admit his love to you." He crossed the room and put his hands on Ryan's shoulders. "He did admit his feelings for you, right?" He asked, frantically.
Ryan shook his head and felt his heart sink into his ribcage. This entire situation just felt wrong. An hour ago? An hour ago he was making out with Pete. Brendon would have seen that and...
An hour ago...
Brendon walked in on Ryan and Pete...
He's been gone since...
Gabe's moped is missing...
"He took Gabe's moped!" Ryan yelled. Joe popped up and ran out of the door and Ryan was helpless to do otherwise. HE followed him as he sprinted across the parking lot. This was wrong. Brendon should be here, with him. He couldn’t' be gone. He just couldn't.
Ryan sped past Joe to beat him to the group. He wasn't running fast enough. It was still too slow to catch Brendon. He rushed straight into Brian. Brian caught his fall, and started to tease him but Ryan wasn't having any of that. He needed to find Brendon. "Brendon's gone. He's gone and we think that he took Gabe's moped."
Author: stfu_pwentzz
Pairing: Spencer/Bob, Ryan/Brendon, Ryan/Pete, Frank/Gerard, Frank/Brendon, Brian/Gabe, Pete/Mikey,
Rating: Overall NC-17
Beta: stitches_later
Summary: The Brady Bunch AU. Spencer is the glue that holds his family together, three messed up boys that needed a place to stay. Bob holds his own family together, four boys in a band called My Chemical Romance. Spencer and Bob fall in love and get married. How do their families react? This is their story
Disclaimer: The last time I checked, Bob and Spencer weren'tmarried. And I don't think there would be this much drama.
Author's Notes: Alright, I fixed all the mistakes. Should be all good. But you guys should really thank ipanicdaily. Because without her, I don't know if I ever would have finished this. Thank you love for all the support and I love you :')
Previous Chapters Masterpost
Ryan couldn't describe the feeling of kissing Pete Wentz if you paid him. He tried to come up with something in his mind though because he simply could not comprehend Pete's lips on his. It was simple, they were just sitting on the bus and then the next thing he knew, Pete had his lips pressed against Ryan's.
Ryan gasped, still not comprehending what was going on, but Pete took control of Ryan's open mouth. Pete grabbed Ryan's hip and slid Ryan so they were facing each other. For some reason, Ryan was still hesitant in his moves. He blamed it completely on the fact that his brain could not register Pete's lips on his own. It was a defect, obviously. He'd have to get that fixed after Pete stopped kissing him.
It didn't live up to his fifteen year old fantasy of making out with Pete Wentz, but it was still good. There was the hero worship thing about all else. Ryan grabbed a fistful of hair and dragged Pete's mouth closer to his. If he was gong to kiss Pete, he was going to kiss him right. Something felt off about the entire thing, but Ryan didn't pay any attention to that at all. He had more important things to focus on.
Like, getting Pete's pants off in the next half an hour. Ryan was content with just kissing, though. It was different. Pete's lips were more stoic and chapped than he had been expecting. It wasn't anything like the few drunken kisses that Brendon would occassionally give him. Brendon's lips were never chapped because he wore lip gloss constantly.
And Ryan should not be thinking of Brendon when he had Pete Wentz in front of him. Pete Wentz with a boyfriend. Ryan tore his lips off Pete's, and he wished he closed his eyes because the very sight of Pete's eyes dropped, and his lips puffy just made him want to start kissing him all over again, but Ryan was nobody’s home wrecker.
"What about Mikey," he breathed out. He might not like the guy much, but he wasn't going to be cheating on someone he had to live with for the better part of the next few weeks. Ryan wasn't entirely sure what was going after the tour was over, but he hoped it was away from Mikey Fucking Way.
Pete licked his lips, and where was that a few minutes ago. "We broke up." Pete said bluntly, which that made a lot of sense. Ryan didn't want to be cocky and ask if it was about him, but then again Ryan was cocky, so he just really wanted to know.
He tried to keep the smile to himself as he asked "It didn't have anything to do with me, did it?"
His heart was crushed a little bit when Pete shrugged and muttered "Not really," regretfully. No, no. Pete was not allowed to sound regretful when he was making out with Ryan. They were broken up, they were done. It was totally fair game.
He nudged Pete's face forward and Pete got the hint. He tilted his head and kissed Ryan, a little harder this time. Ryan opened his mouth within contact and just let himself become overcome with Pete Wentz. For such a small guy, he was everywhere and took up a lot of space.
His entire body was all over Ryan and Ryan secretly loved every single second of it. Ryan rose up on his knees so he could lean over Pete's body for a better position. Ryan's legs were too long for him to be bent up like a pretzel on a tour bus couch. He didn't even know how far Pete had planned ahead, but he really didn't want to do anything... dirty in the lounge.
Pete pushed Ryan back so he was leaning against the wall and Pete climbed into his lap. Pete was a lot more versatile than Ryan was, this was going to work out perfectly. Ryan reached for Pete's shoulders and tried to push them closer still. He wanted to Pete to become a part of him. Wanted to swallow him whole.
There was a rustling outside of the door, and Ryan tried to ignore it, but he could still make out a few voices. There were a few mumbles, and a laugh or two before Ryan heard the door creak open. He didn't stop kissing Pete, because he's walked in on almost everyone on that bus in more compromising positions than the position Ryan was in.
There was a groan. "This, Jon. This is why we are never around .You stay here, and you walk in on Pete and Ryan macking it on the couch," Ryan pulled away at the sound of Ray's voice and Jon's snickering behind him.
Ryan had grace enough to be embarrassed about the situation, but he tried not to let it show through his expressions. Pete didn't look shameful, so he didn't see why he had to.
"What are you guys doing here?" Ryan asked.
Ray crossed his arms with a smile on his face, and he didn't want to know why he was so happy. "What are you guys doing here, is the better question."
Pete smirked and went back to kissing Ryan. Ryan held his own for a few moments ,but Pete's lips coercing his own to open was too overpowering. It was unfair. Can't beat lips with lips. He heard Jon and Ray leave, which was a good thing because he didn't want them to stay because that explained things about them that he didn't even want to think about.
They stayed like that for a good ten minutes, and it was the moment that Pete touched Ryan's bare stomach that everything clicked in place and he didn't like it. Pete's hands were coarse and his nails were bitten. His lips were chapped, and his hair was flat to his head.
It was wrong, all wrong. He didn't want to kiss Pete at all. He wanted a mop full of hair that he could grab without feeling a bunch of different hair products at the same time. He wanted longer fingers, that weren't so bitten to death. He wanted to grab onto arm muscles that were more defined by guitar playing, not bass. He wanted the taste of lip gloss after he kissed that person.
And most of all, he wanted to feel that subtle smile against his lips that Brendon got whenever he smiled at Ryan .
Fuck. Shit. He's made a mistake. A mistake of gigantic proportions. He needed to get Pete off him. He pushed Pete away for a minute, and he just needed a minute to process this. He was being ridiculous. He couldn't be in love with Brendon. He was kissing Pete Wentz, he should just focus on all of that.
Pete Wentz, sitting in front of him looking out of breath should be what he wanted. HE did want Pete. He's wanted him for so long and he was finally going to get it.
Ryan surged forward to press their lips together. Pete sighed and the vibrations buzzed Ryan's lips. Pete was here in Ryan's arms. Ryan pushed Pete forward and he fell on the couch. Ryan climbed on top of Pete and led open0mouthed kisses to Pete's neck.
Pete's hands circled Ryan's back and Ryan bit down. Pete tensed and omitted a groan. Ryan smiled against his neck. He kissed Pete harder because he was fucking pissed now. Pete was there, barely touching him. The one who laughed at his jokes. Pete was the one kissing him, holding Ryan to his chest. Something that Brendon hadn't done in months; touch him.
Ryan bit Pete's lips and licked inside. It was Pete who was paying attentions to Ryan. Not Brendon and he missed that the most. Brendon had been focused on Frank.
Frank who wasn't even in love with Brendon. Frank who looked for things to fight about. Frank who touched Brendon too much. Ryan would have Brendon be with Fall Out Boy rather than Frank's hands on him. Brendon touched him, too. Ryan's ouches were given to Frank and god damn him.
Ryan gasped and sat straight up. "Playing hard to get?" Pete teased, but Ryan ignored him. He was, he couldn’t' believe it. He didnt' like Pete, and he was in love with Brendon. The moment they got onto that damn tour bus it started.
Brendon stopped touching him and Ryan pretended not to care. Brendon made moon eyes at Frank, so Ryan made larger moon yes at Pete. Brendon stopped standing up for Ryan and...
He never stopped.
Frank and Brendon broke up because Brendon would stand up for Ryan. It wasn't because Brendon got over whatever he was feeling for Ryan but--
"Oh, shit. I have to find Brendon," Ryan announced. Ryan got off Pete and Pete sat up slowly, looking confused. "And you," he pointed to Pete "need to find Mikey."
Pete scratched his head. "Mikey?"
Ryan rolled his eyes. Realizing he was in love with Brendon made him incredibly sappy. "You love Mikey, it's not a tour thing. And I think that's what scares you the most."
Pete stared off in space bur Ryan knew it was best to leave Pete to his thoughts. HE also knew that someone could tell you your feelings, but it was up to you to realize those feelings. And love made Ryan a little wiser too, apparently.
He hoped that Brendon still had feelings for him. This whole revelation would suck if Brendon wasn't in love with him anymore. Maybe he and Frank got back together or..
"I love Mikey Way," Pete whispered out loud to himself. Ryan turned to Pete and he had a smile on his face. "I love Mikey. Ryan! We have to tell him!"
Ryan was wary. "I don't know about we--" but Pete was already grabbing Ryan and leading him outside. Ryan didn't know how Pete could run faster than Ryan with those short stumps, but he was. HE was dragging Ryan behind him around the parking lot. They finally found Mikey but he was with Gerard, Frank and Brian. Brian was holding a piece of paper that was addressed to Spencer and it looked a little sketchy.
Pete ran into Mikey but let go of Ryan which was good because Ryan didn't want to get into another fist fight with Mikey. Mikey looked at Pete, then Ryan, then glared at them both.
"What do you two lovebirds want?" He growled, turning to face Brian.
Pete turned him around so they were face to face. Mikey still looked pissed off but a little intrigued none the less. "Mikey, I have to tell you that I love you. Like really," he beamed.
Mikey crossed his arms in front of him. "I dont' care. We're busy breaking up Spencer and..." his face paled for a moment, and a smile started to bloom over his face. "Wait. You love me?" he asked, his voice getting softer with every letter. Pete nodded and brought their foreheads together so they could look into each others eyes. Mikey sighed and closed his eyes. "But you and Ryan. Ray said.."
Ryan coughed and Mikey's eyes went to him, and he could feel the fire behind them. "Well, we were, but. Pete! But Pete pushed me away and said he couldn't do that to you because he was in love with you!"
Mikey's "he did?" clashed with Pete's "I did?" and no one could hear the difference. Ryan nudged Pete's calf and Pete smiled at Mikey. "Yeah, I did." Ryan felt strangely proud of himself. HE had fixed a relationship and hopefully one was still in the queue.
Brian spoke up. "Don’t let me interrupt, but did you say you were planning on breaking Spencer and---"
Suddenly Gabe ran up to the group and he seemed out of breath. "Hey, guys, have you seen my moped around?"
"I sincerely hope you are talking about your actual moped," Gerard groaned into his hands.
Gabe waved him away. "No, that's called Chauncey. I'm talking about my actual moped. I can't find it anywhere."
Ryan blinked and few times and what? HE decided that he didn't want to know and bowed out of the conversation to find Brendon. That was more important than finding Gabe's moped. The first spot he'd try would be with Joe, because that seemed like the only person Brendon hung out with recently. If Joe wasn't super straight he would be a little jealous over that.
He rushed into Fall Out Boy's bus and Joe was sitting on the couch watching some TV. HE turned to look at the door and smiled. "Hey, Ross."
"Hey," he greeted in walking further into the lounge. He looked around and he didn't see Brendon anywhere. He must be somewhere else then. IF anyone would know it'd be Joe. "Do you know where Brendon is?"
Joe snorted and turned his attention back to the TV. "Can’t even keep him in your bunk? Christ, Ross. Maybe he went out to get more condoms or something," he started laughing to himself again.
Ryan swallowed. Why would Brendon need condoms?! Who else was he sleeping with? "What are you talking about. I haven't seen Brendon all day."
The silence spoke louder than anything. Ryan could feel the tension in every single breath he made and every bone in his body. Joe was staring at him now. The TV shut off and that made everything worse somehow. "Brendon left an hour ago to stop you and Pete. He. HE was gong to admit his love to you." He crossed the room and put his hands on Ryan's shoulders. "He did admit his feelings for you, right?" He asked, frantically.
Ryan shook his head and felt his heart sink into his ribcage. This entire situation just felt wrong. An hour ago? An hour ago he was making out with Pete. Brendon would have seen that and...
An hour ago...
Brendon walked in on Ryan and Pete...
He's been gone since...
Gabe's moped is missing...
"He took Gabe's moped!" Ryan yelled. Joe popped up and ran out of the door and Ryan was helpless to do otherwise. HE followed him as he sprinted across the parking lot. This was wrong. Brendon should be here, with him. He couldn’t' be gone. He just couldn't.
Ryan sped past Joe to beat him to the group. He wasn't running fast enough. It was still too slow to catch Brendon. He rushed straight into Brian. Brian caught his fall, and started to tease him but Ryan wasn't having any of that. He needed to find Brendon. "Brendon's gone. He's gone and we think that he took Gabe's moped."