Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time - Ryden

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Brendon's POV

"Ryan!" I practically squeal as I open the door. My arm wraps around his shoulder and starts to tug him inside along with me, kicking the door shut with my foot.

Ryan looks great. His once shaggy brown hair looks darker now, and it's pushed off his face so you can see his features more clearly. His arms and shoulders are covered by a leather jacket and his legs adorn tight black skinny jeans. It almost looks like an outfit I would wear, but he pulls it off so much better than I ever could.

His eyes are wide, as I drag him through the party, arm still tightly wrapped around his shoulders. I can't help but chuckle at his expression. He's so cute! He hasn't changed a bit!

Oh yeah, I should probably mention that I'm NOT drunk. Not at all. I just feel good is all. Really good.

I look over the room and smile brightly as they all seem to pay attention to only me. I'm pretty popular. "Hey guys! Look who's here!" I say motioning to Ryan. "Alright alright." I slur, running my fingers through my hair. "I know he's not around a lot and shit but this album would be nothing without him. You should all be thanking him for creating this!! He's the reason you all have jobs and---" I'm cut off by Ryan's elbow in my side. When I look down at him his face is flushed a dark red color. Lil cutie.

"I think they get it Brendon." He chuckles, slipping out of my grip as he clears his throat slightly. "Um... I think I need a drink. Where's the bar?" I nod towards the kitchen and he takes off without another word.

I sigh softly and saunter off to the corner, hanging my head on Zack's shoulder slightly, mumbling incoherently into his shirt.

His arm wraps around my back quickly and pulls me up into a straight position. "You need to slow down." He says seriously, narrowing his eyes at me like he's my mother and I'm some little kid who needs a talking to.

"You would be drinking a lot too if you were me." I roll my eyes, glancing over to the other side of the room where Jon is laughing with Ryan.

"Over an ex that I broke up with more than six years ago? I wouldn't need to drink unless I were still in love with them." He smirks, looking down at me with devilish eyes. "And I know you're not still into that guy."

I nod at that, picking myself up a little and looking back at Zack. "You're right. I am completely over him. I'm just going to have a good time tonight!"

"That's exactly what you should do." I smile at that and start backing away. "But Bren," he continues. "If you go all out you might pass out in a drain pipe so..."

I can't help but smirk at that. "Hey, don't threaten me with a good time." I say with a wink, making both Zack and I chuckle.

When I turn back around I see Ryan and Jon having a subtle argument, one that you wouldn't be able to notice if you hadn't known them as long as I had. Jon's brows were slightly furrowed, and his lips pursed every now and then as Ryan spoke to him. Ryan however was even more subtle than Jon. His nose wrinkled slightly every now and then but his eyes were calm. He knew how to argue, knew how to get what he wanted. This time though, he rolls his eyes and takes a swig of whiskey straight from it's bottle. He lost whatever they were arguing about. That's a first.

I remember my arguments with Ryan. They were always about the stupidest things, like who would get top bunk in the bus, or which song would come after another on the set list.

I remember one time we were arguing about I write sins, he said the bells came in earlier than they did and I corrected him. We fought for so long about it, there was a lot of yelling and swearing, until we eventually just had hate sex. I remember how after I said something he just grabbed my hair and pulled me into him. His lips were hot and his tongue was addicting to taste. His hips would roll into mine, making me moan. He always won our arguments, even when he was wrong. Fuck, I miss arguing and making up with him.

I pull myself back into the real world when Dans hand clamps down over my shoulder. Fuck, I was so lost in my own thoughts. "You alright Bren?" He asks, raising a brow at me.

"Of course!" I lie excitedly, smiling at him softly. "Let's do a shot?" He nods and thank god for that, because alcohol is exactly what I need right now.