A Halloween party and a wrong turn force several friends deeper into each others' lives
Warnings: Possibly some sad scenes, cussing, arguing, and a whole lot of affection
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Ugh...I've messed up.
His head pounding and his stomach feeling absolutely horrible, Brendon opened his eyes.
"Hey, hey. Take it easy, okay?" a soothing voice said. "You're alright. Drink some water. Here".
Brendon looked around, his hands absentmindedly closing around a glass of water. He drank it slowly. "Thanks, uh-".
Uh wow I don't know this guy...awkward...
He locked eyes with a brown-haired boy who was wearing a flower-covered vest and messy eyeliner. "Ryan. Uh, Ryan Ross? ," the boy finished. "We met last night at Pete's house".
"Did we?" Brendon asked. Ryan almost looked hurt. "I-I'm sorry, Ryan, but I don't- It's all a blur".
Ryan nodded, smiling slightly. "It's okay. The important thing is that you're not in a pile of glass anymore".
"Wait, what?".
"Gerard will probably explain it to you when he wakes up," Ryan sighed, gesturing to the carpet in front of the couch.
Gerard was curled up in blanket on the floor, his arm draped around another boy that Brendon didn't recognize. "Did Gee drive us back to his place? Did he scratch my car?".
"Your car's still at Pete's," Ryan explained. "Patrick drove us back".
"Who?".
Ryan pointed towards Gerard's bedroom, where a boy wearing a red cardigan and glasses was laying on the bed and talking to Josh. "Ugh, I feel so queasy".
"Rule number two of life, 'Trick," Josh sighed, holding another boy's hand. "If you're lactose intolerant, don't binge ice cream at two in the morning".
"So, what's the number one rule of life?".
"Never let Mikey do makeup".
"Oh".
Brendon massaged his temples. "I black out for a couple hours and there's, like, a whole other party going on without me".
"A party of misfits who've been watching horror movies and complaining while you've been out".
"Ugh, I feel like total shit". He looked down at his shirt, which was completely stained with beer. "I'm gonna shower and tell Gerard that I'm stealing his shirt".
Gerard sat up suddenly, his dark hair sticking up in every direction. "I know. You always steal my shirts, weirdo".
Rolling his eyes, Brendon went into the bathroom and turned on the water. He took off his shirt, and some random flowery scarf that was draped around his shoulders for some reason.
Steam filled the air, the water hit his back, and his mind was...elsewhere.
Who the hell is Ryan Ross?
Wait a second...
'The moon'.
'Yeah'.
'Heyyy moon. You're pretty cute yourself'.
'Um, thanks? I think?'.
Brendon gasped loudly and turned off the water. Barely wrapping a towel around his waist, he opened the door and faced Ryan, who was standing right outside the bathroom.
"Whoa. Okay, I was just out here to make sure that you don't slip so please don't think I'm being creep-".
"Flower child!" Brendon blurted out.
"Yeah, you remembered," Ryan said, his eyes lighting up.
"Oh gosh. I can't believe I forgot about that," Brendon mumbled, running a hand through his drenched hair. "Wow, I must've made a terrible first impression".
Shrugging, Ryan replied, "I mean, passing out and knocking over a bunch of beer bottles isn't how I'd start a conversation, but you were pretty charming in your thirty seconds of consciousness".
He is adorable, even when I'm sober...
Should I?
Maybe?
This is a huge mistake, but he's worth it.
"Ryan Ross, would you, maybe, give me the chance to make a better first impression and take you out for a coffee or something sometime?".
Ryan suddenly looked tense, his eyes wide. "N-not like a date or anything, right?".
"No, of course not," Brendon replied. "I just meant like a friendly hang out thing, kinda to say thanks for putting up with my bullshit when I was drunk".
Ryan breathed what seemed to be a sigh of relief. "Oh, then okay. I'll be seeing you around, Bren". Going into the living room, he added, "I'm heading out, Gerard. I've got to get home before my parents totally rip my head off". He waved slightly and walked out of the house.
Gerard, who was now sitting on the couch with the shorter dark-haired boy, looked back and forth between the door with a surprised expression.
"Holy shit," Brendon breathed, unable to suppress a smile.
Gerard rolled his eyes and threw a spare sweatshirt at Brendon.
"Great to know you've got yourself sorted out. Now please put on a shirt".
Author's Note: Hey frens! Thank you for reading! You're all beautiful and I love you all so much! Please be kind to yourselves and have a wonderful day/night <3
