Drop A Heart (7/28)
Title: Drop A Heart
Author: thefabrosevest (me)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
POV: 3rd
Summary: Kid!Fic
Four years after Brendon first met Ryan, everything seems to be perfect, but then there’s a promise Ryan can’t break.
Disclaimer: Fake!
Author’s Notes: This is the sequel to Crush Me Like A Flower. I always wanted to write a Kid!Fic like that. So here it is. I just hope you like it :)
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Brendon’s POV
About twenty seconds after I closed the front door behind me Sam is running towards me.
“Brendon!” he yells.
I crouch down and smile.
“Hey muffin-killer, what did you do all day?”
“You have to tell Ryan that you love him.”
I frown.
“No problem, but why?”
“He’s sad!”
“Why? What happened?”
Sam reaches out to take my hand and starts to pull me with him. I have to lean forward a bit to follow him. He leads me into the living room and just when I’m about to look in, Ryan storms out.
“Uhm … I love you?” I try and let go of Sam’s hand to follow Ryan. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing” he sobs and grabs his jacket.
“Whoa, what do you think you’re doing?” I ask when he’s about to leave through the front door.
“I’m going to take a walk.”
“No, tell me what’s wrong.”
He opens the door, but I slam it shut again.
“I just want to be alone.” He hisses.
I observe him and he takes a deep breath.
“Brendon, please”
“I want you to be back in an hour.” I say and step away from the door.
“You’re not my fucking keeper.” He whispers harshly before he leaves.
I stand there for at least five minutes and just stare at the door.
“Is he mad?”
I turn to look at Sam and shake my head.
“What happened today?” I ask and crouch down.
“We visited a guy.”
“Who?”
“William?”
I nod and look for the phone.
*
Ryan’s POV
I don’t care where I’m going. I just keep walking while tears run down my face.
I don’t even know why I’m sad.
When we got home, Sam went into his room to play and I sat down on the couch and I just started to think about everything Molly said again.
Maybe I should have told Brendon what’s wrong.
I decide that I should do it and search for my phone but I can’t find it.
“Fuck” I whine when I realize that I most likely forgot it at home.
I look around but my surroundings don’t seem familiar.
Great
I’m lost.
Even more tears form in my eyes when I realize that. I look behind me, but there’s no one and it’s already getting dark outside.
Then I spot a bus stop where a bus is already approaching. I start to run and make it in time to jump in. I find some money in my pockets and pay my ticket before I walk through the whole bus to sit down in the back.
I let my head rest against the cold window and let the tears fall. I don’t even know the exact reason why I’m crying anymore. Maybe because of what Molly said, maybe because I’m lost.
I close my eyes in a try to calm my mind and just concentrate on the movement of the bus.
*
Brendon’s POV
“Are you trying to tell me that my boyfriend got insulted by some ghost lady and now he’s running around town, crying like crazy?” I almost yell into my phone.
“Chill, I bet he’s going to show up soon.” William says in a try to soothe me.
“He’s gone for about two hours now. Don’t tell me to chill!”
“Do you really think that he will hurt himself?”
“I-I don’t know.”
“I don’t think so. He just needs to think about a few things.”
“You should have called me right away.”
“I’m sorry to punch you out of your cloud, honey, but you’re not responsible for him. He’s human and he has a mind of his own.”
“You know what I mean!”
William sighs.
“Yes, sadly I do.”
“Alright, I’m going to hang up now.”
“Okay, don’t worry too much.”
“Yes”
With that, I hang up and throw the phone next to me on the couch.
I can’t believe that we’re at this point again. I thought Ryan is okay.
*
Ryan’s POV
“Hey, boy!”
I groan and force myself to open my eyes.
“Come on, wake up. Time to get out.”
I look around to see that I’m still in the bus. Seems like I fell asleep.
“What?” I mumble.
“This is the last stop. You have to get out.”
I nod and try to get up, but everything is spinning. I grab the seat in front of me to hold me upright. The man, who seems to be the bus driver, already left again.
Slowly, I stumble out of the bus and almost fall over when my feet hit the ground.
I feel sick and everything is blurry. In my dizziness I manage to spot a bench and make my way over to it with some difficulty. I let myself fall down on it and raise my hands to massage my temples.
Something seems to hammer against my head from the inside.
I look around and see that I’m on the outskirts of town.
Too far away.
Why is Vegas so fucking huge anyway?
I groan and slowly lower myself into a lying position on the bench. I just want to sleep.
I don’t know how long I just lie there till another car approaches and I open my eyes.
No, it’s another bus. It stops behind the last one and a few people get out. I close my eyes again.
A minute passes by and then I hear footsteps coming closer.
“Ryan?”
I groan and try to turn away.
“Oh my god, Ryan. What are you doing here?”
I know that voice but I just can’t think about a face.
“Do you hear me?”
I don’t move and just try to ignore him but an arm grabs my shoulder and pulls me into a sitting position.
I let out a pained noise and open my eyes. Drew is standing in front of me.
“Oh god, what do you want?” I whisper and try to lie down again, but he holds me upright.
“I’m on the way to visit my parents and I just saw that you’re lying here.” He babbles and it’s way too much for me. “Are you drunk or stoned or something?”
“No”
“Then what is wrong?”
“Just leave me alone.”
He stays silent for a while and I wish he would just leave.
“Alright, I’m going to call Brendon. I hope this gets me a fucking raise.”
I nod and lie down again.
“Brendon, hey. It’s me, Drew. I just found your boyfriend on the fucking ass of Vegas and he seems to be sick or something.” He stops for a second. “Yes, it’s the very last bus stop. Okay, yes.” He frowns and rolls his eyes. “I want more money for this.” … “No, hey. No reason to pick up a fight. Just get into your damn car.”
He hangs up and sighs.
“Thanks to you I can sit around here with you for almost an hour.” He hisses and pulls me upright again. “Don’t lie down. The bench isn’t really that clean.”
I smile at him sarcastically and raise my arm to show him my middle finger.
“Oh, you look like you’re dying but you’re still able to hate me. I didn’t have to help you.”
“I didn’t ask you to.” I manage to say.
He rolls his eyes and sits down next to me.
“So what’s wrong with you?”
“None of your business.”
“You keep saying that. Well, it is none of my business, but I just want to know why you look as if you’re about to collapse on the ground any second.”
I hide my face in my palms.
“I didn’t mean to get that far away. I just wanted to go home and then I fell asleep.” I cry out and look up again. “I hate this feeling. I hoped that I would never have to feel it again. I just hate it so much!”
Drew looks at me as if I’m crazy. Well, I may seem crazy to someone who doesn’t know what is wrong with me.
“Okay? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Good”
*
About half an hour later, I start to feel better and another twenty minutes later, I see Brendon’s car approach.
“That’s it?” Drew asks hopefully and I nod. “Finally”
When the car stops in front of us we both get up as Brendon steps out of it. He rounds the car and walks towards us.
“You” he starts and stares at me. “Get in the car.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“Get. In. The. Car.” He repeats as if I’m an idiot.
I narrow my eyes at him but he just stares back angrily.
“Fine!” I yell and pass him.
I open the door to the passenger seat forcefully and get in before closing it with a bang. I let out a cry and lean my head backwards.
“R-Ryan?”
I freeze and turn around. Sam is sitting in his child seat in the back and stares at me with big eyes.
“Why did you leave?” the boy asks.
“Because I wanted to think about some things.” I answer truthfully.
“Why don’t you love each other anymore?”
“What? Why do you think that?”
“You yelled at him.”
“Oh, sweetie. It doesn’t mean that we don’t love each other anymore just because we fight. Fights are completely normal in a relationship from time to time.”
Sam is fiddling with his hands and looks down.
“Okay”
I bite my lip and turn forward again just when Brendon gets into the car. He doesn’t say a word and just starts the car.
“Brendon- ”
“Not now, Ryan.”
“I just wanted to apologize.”
“I said not now.”
“Just wanted to say I’m sorry, geez.”
He looks over at me menacingly and I just stare back.
“Why did you run away? You should have told me what happened.” He whispers and watches the road again.
“Oh, so you know already?”
“I called William.”
“Oh, fine. William saved the day.”
“This isn’t about William. This is about the fact that you don’t tell me stuff. Important stuff.”
“I would have told you.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes!”
He sighs tiredly.
“I though things changed. I thought you’re okay.”
“I am okay.” I hiss.
“You’re obviously not.”
I remain silent.
“Maybe I should call Natasha to tell her that we can’t take care of Sam.” Brendon whispers.
“What? Why? No.”
“We can’t care for him the right way.”
“That’s not true!”
“It is.”
“No!”
“Ryan, you’re being selfish.”
“I’m being selfish? I am being selfish here?! I don’t really care if you hate me at the moment, but Sam stays with us. He trusts us, we can’t just hand him over like a used toy. That’s not how it works.”
“Ryan, stop this. He’s right there.” Brendon says carefully.
“You started this!”
Suddenly, it’s silent and I hear quiet sobs from the backseat. Slowly I turn around to see that Sam is crying.
“Stop the car.” I say calmly.
“Why?”
“Brendon, just do what I say for once.”
He clenches his teeth but stops the car. I get out and open the door to the back seat to get in. I close the door and reach out to open Sam’s belt. The boy is now crying loudly and sobbing harshly.
“Shh” I whisper and reach out to wrap my arms around his small body to place him in my lap.
Brendon is watching us with an unreadable expression.
“Drive!” I hiss quietly and he nods and starts the car again.
Sam is gripping my shirt as tightly as his tiny hands allow him to and I pet his back to soothe him.
“Don’t cry.” I whisper.
“Fights are not nice.” He sobs.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“C-can I sleep in your bed again?”
“Of course”
He buries his face in my chest and I start to stroke his hair.
“I’m sorry.” Brendon sighs and I look up.
“Me too”
“We shouldn’t fight about things like that.”
I nod.
“I love you, Ry.”
“I love you too.”
Sam makes a squeaking noise and when I look down at him he’s smiling.
*
When we arrive at the apartment, Sam is almost asleep in my arms so I carry him to the bed.
“We should probably talk about what happened.” Brendon whispers when I lay the boy down in the middle of the mattress.
“Maybe, but not now.” I say and change into my pyjamas.
Brendon nods tiredly and does the same.
We get into bed and I throw the covers over us.
We lie on our sides, facing each other with Sam between us.
“You’re okay, right?” Brendon asks carefully.
“Yes”
Brendon nods to himself and then smiles.
“Come here.” He whispers softly.
“There is a child lying between us, just in case you didn’t notice.”
His smile doesn’t fade and he just moves forward and motions me to do the same. He wraps his arms around me so that Sam is inside a cocoon of our limbs.
The boy sighs and buries his face in the mattress.
I look down at him and smile. When I raise my gaze again Brendon is smiling at me as well.
Yep, I’m okay.
Chapter 8