It was obvious that Ryan was pissed.  Ryan, when he was pissed, was worse than Jon.  Jon was bad enough, giving the silent treatment and ignoring the existence of whoever had gotten him mad (often so effectively Brendon would be even more annoying to Spencer or Ryan just so they would talk to him, just so he could remind himself ( Read more... )

                Halfway through the tour, Brendon started to look fatter.  He got paranoid and constantly went around asking Zack and Ryan if it was obvious.  Ryan always narrowed his eyes speculatively at Brendon’s baby bump and started to reach out before drawing his hand back with a shrug.  Zack just ruffled Brendon’s hair and said, “it’s easy ( Read more... )

                Brendon had lived through hell once before.  Losing his family, trudging through days that never seemed to end between school and work and practice and homework.  At the end of that particular tunnel had been a light, and that light’s name was Pete Wentz.  Pete was the light in a broader sense, though, because he was what brought ( Read more... )

                In lieu of band practice for a few days, Spencer, Ryan and Jon made the executive decision to drive up to LA with Brendon for his meeting with the mysterious Dr. Pierson.  Jon was calling it a band-bonding experience, Spencer was calling it a way of making sure Brendon’s potential doctor wasn’t a psycho, and Ryan wasn’t calling it ( Read more... )

                 Ryan called Pete; Brendon wasn’t surprised.  He kind of had to.  He called Pete and then he walked into Brendon’s curtained-off room with Pete still on the phone to say, “we’re cancelling the show tomorrow.”

Brendon blinked up at him and shook his head frantically.  “We are not,” he said, and Ryan glared at him.

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                Brendon swallowed hard and took the tissues she handed him with numb fingers, wiping up the mess on his stomach idly as she pressed a few more buttons on the machine.  He didn’t know what to feel, not as he pulled his shirt down, not as he buttoned up his jeans, not as she handed over the sonogram to him, a glossy page of black with ( Read more... )

“So, what’s the prognosis?”

After three days of saltine crackers and 7-UP, Brendon was feeling well enough to say with confidence, “I’ll live.”

Ryan’s breath was both amused and relieved.  “So are you coming out of quarantine anytime soon?”

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Brendon wasn’t as irresponsible as everyone thought he was, but that didn’t mean he didn’t sometimes make stupid mistakes.  What he’d just done, he knew, constituted a pretty fucking stupid mistake, but it was really the last thing he wanted to worry about as he stumbled around some strange apartment trying to find ( Read more... )

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stop thinking love is blind - Part Three of the Right Where It Belongs series

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