I Could Belong To The Night - Chapter 2
Title: I Could Belong To The Night
Author: thefabrosevest (me)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
POV: 1st, Ryan's
Summary: When Ryan's best friend Spencer dies, he thinks he's all alone.
Disclaimer: FAKE!
Author's Note: So, TADDAAA. My seconds fic. The story ended up completely different from how I wanted it to be, but well... the main idea came from the book "The Hollow" from Jessica Verday.
Everything ended up a little bit psycho, so I think I should warn for that.
Like in my first fic, I chose a soundtrack for every chapter. This time they fit better xD
1|2|3|4|5|6|7|8|9|10|11| Epilogue
Soundtrack: The Fray - How To Save A Life
CHAPTER 2
When I woke up the next morning I was glad for the first time that it was summer vacation.
My first thought was that I go to the cemetery, but then I remembered the strange boy and suddenly I no longer wanted to go. But what should I do?
Without breakfast, I took my jacket and left the house.
The boy would surely not be still there.
When I arrived at the bridge this time, I ran over it quickly before I could get a stupid idea again.
Slowly and almost frightened, I went to Spencer's grave and sat in front of it.
"Hey Spence."
Of course I got no response.
"How are you?" I asked with a sad smile.
"You don’t really expect an answer right?" I heard a voice behind me.
I turned around and there stood the boy again. Brendon.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing" he said quickly.
"Then go"
"No"
"Why not?"
"Damn it. You wanted to kill yourself last time I saw you. If I'm not careful, you might try it again."
"Leave!"
"No"
His voice was calm and decisive and without meaning to, tears were running down my face again.
I turned my face back to Spencer's grave, closed my eyes and sobbed.
Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up.
Brendon sat next to me and looked at me sympathetically.
"Hey. Everything will be alright."
I wanted to say something. I wanted to tell him, that that wasn’t true. Nothing would be alright again. Never.
I just shook my head and closed my eyes again.
After one brief moment in the darkness I felt a pressure on my back and realized that Brendon hugged me.
"What do you want from me?" I sobbed.
"I want to help you."
"But why? I don’t understand this. You don’t know me."
"Do I need a reason for wanting to help you?"
I didn’t answer and was just hanging limp in his arms.
Silence spread over us, and for some reason I didn’t find it strange to be embraced in a cemetery by a strange boy and cry.
"Don’t cry, Ryan."
How did he know my name?
No idea why, but when he said my name, I felt a shiver ran down my spine, and I freed myself from his grip.
"You were at the funeral. You stood back there under one of the trees. Did you know Spencer?" I babbled off.
He shook his head.
"Oh, okay"
I lowered my head.
"Where did you get that?"
I felt his cold hand on my cheek and flinched back a bit. I had quite forgotten. My face had to look horrible after what my father did yesterday.
"It’s nothing."
"It doesn’t look like nothing."
"It’s none of your business."
Brendon dropped his hand and he just looked hurt before his face went emotionless.
"I should probably go." I muttered and stood up.
"Why?"
"Because-"
"Ryan?"
At the sound of the voice, I was startled.
Frank stood in front of me, a boy from my school. He was the typical punk, although he was too small to scare anyone. His body was covered in tattoos and he had a lip ring. His hair was shorter on the sides and dyed red.
We had a few classes together and had even done a project together. That's it.
"Ouh. Hey," I muttered.
"Are you okay?"
I just nodded.
"Hey ... uh ... the thing with Spencer … I'm sorry."
"Thank you"
"Are you already up to something tomorrow?"
I looked up at him sceptically.
"Why?"
He shrugged his shoulders and then looked at the floor embarrassed.
"Just asking. Well, I’ll better leave. Are you really okay?"
I nodded again.
He seemed as if he was about to say something else, but then turned around and quickly left the graveyard.
"Who was that? Do you know him?" Brendon asked. He sounded … angry? What?
"Yes. That was Frank. He goes to my school. We had some classes together."
Brendon said nothing and looked at me and I started to feel strange.
"I-I should really go." I mumbled and tried to get up, but Brendon grabbed my wrist and pulled me down again.
I just stared at him and he stared back. Then he let go of my wrist and took my face in his hands. I sat there frozen. Then he leaned forward and rested his forehead against mine, never breaking eye contact.
"Uhm," I began, but then he just sat down and kissed me on the forehead.
Come back, I heard a voice say in my head, but when I looked at Brendon, startled and confused, he just smiled at me.
I abruptly got up and staggered to the bridge without saying goodbye or looking back.
I felt strange. Somehow, cold and alone. Sure it was cold outside and I was alone, well I was alone most of the time, but this time it was different. No idea.
Author: thefabrosevest (me)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
POV: 1st, Ryan's
Summary: When Ryan's best friend Spencer dies, he thinks he's all alone.
Disclaimer: FAKE!
Author's Note: So, TADDAAA. My seconds fic. The story ended up completely different from how I wanted it to be, but well... the main idea came from the book "The Hollow" from Jessica Verday.
Everything ended up a little bit psycho, so I think I should warn for that.
Like in my first fic, I chose a soundtrack for every chapter. This time they fit better xD
1|2|3|4|5|6|7|8|9|10|11| Epilogue
Soundtrack: The Fray - How To Save A Life
CHAPTER 2
When I woke up the next morning I was glad for the first time that it was summer vacation.
My first thought was that I go to the cemetery, but then I remembered the strange boy and suddenly I no longer wanted to go. But what should I do?
Without breakfast, I took my jacket and left the house.
The boy would surely not be still there.
When I arrived at the bridge this time, I ran over it quickly before I could get a stupid idea again.
Slowly and almost frightened, I went to Spencer's grave and sat in front of it.
"Hey Spence."
Of course I got no response.
"How are you?" I asked with a sad smile.
"You don’t really expect an answer right?" I heard a voice behind me.
I turned around and there stood the boy again. Brendon.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing" he said quickly.
"Then go"
"No"
"Why not?"
"Damn it. You wanted to kill yourself last time I saw you. If I'm not careful, you might try it again."
"Leave!"
"No"
His voice was calm and decisive and without meaning to, tears were running down my face again.
I turned my face back to Spencer's grave, closed my eyes and sobbed.
Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up.
Brendon sat next to me and looked at me sympathetically.
"Hey. Everything will be alright."
I wanted to say something. I wanted to tell him, that that wasn’t true. Nothing would be alright again. Never.
I just shook my head and closed my eyes again.
After one brief moment in the darkness I felt a pressure on my back and realized that Brendon hugged me.
"What do you want from me?" I sobbed.
"I want to help you."
"But why? I don’t understand this. You don’t know me."
"Do I need a reason for wanting to help you?"
I didn’t answer and was just hanging limp in his arms.
Silence spread over us, and for some reason I didn’t find it strange to be embraced in a cemetery by a strange boy and cry.
"Don’t cry, Ryan."
How did he know my name?
No idea why, but when he said my name, I felt a shiver ran down my spine, and I freed myself from his grip.
"You were at the funeral. You stood back there under one of the trees. Did you know Spencer?" I babbled off.
He shook his head.
"Oh, okay"
I lowered my head.
"Where did you get that?"
I felt his cold hand on my cheek and flinched back a bit. I had quite forgotten. My face had to look horrible after what my father did yesterday.
"It’s nothing."
"It doesn’t look like nothing."
"It’s none of your business."
Brendon dropped his hand and he just looked hurt before his face went emotionless.
"I should probably go." I muttered and stood up.
"Why?"
"Because-"
"Ryan?"
At the sound of the voice, I was startled.
Frank stood in front of me, a boy from my school. He was the typical punk, although he was too small to scare anyone. His body was covered in tattoos and he had a lip ring. His hair was shorter on the sides and dyed red.
We had a few classes together and had even done a project together. That's it.
"Ouh. Hey," I muttered.
"Are you okay?"
I just nodded.
"Hey ... uh ... the thing with Spencer … I'm sorry."
"Thank you"
"Are you already up to something tomorrow?"
I looked up at him sceptically.
"Why?"
He shrugged his shoulders and then looked at the floor embarrassed.
"Just asking. Well, I’ll better leave. Are you really okay?"
I nodded again.
He seemed as if he was about to say something else, but then turned around and quickly left the graveyard.
"Who was that? Do you know him?" Brendon asked. He sounded … angry? What?
"Yes. That was Frank. He goes to my school. We had some classes together."
Brendon said nothing and looked at me and I started to feel strange.
"I-I should really go." I mumbled and tried to get up, but Brendon grabbed my wrist and pulled me down again.
I just stared at him and he stared back. Then he let go of my wrist and took my face in his hands. I sat there frozen. Then he leaned forward and rested his forehead against mine, never breaking eye contact.
"Uhm," I began, but then he just sat down and kissed me on the forehead.
Come back, I heard a voice say in my head, but when I looked at Brendon, startled and confused, he just smiled at me.
I abruptly got up and staggered to the bridge without saying goodbye or looking back.
I felt strange. Somehow, cold and alone. Sure it was cold outside and I was alone, well I was alone most of the time, but this time it was different. No idea.