Brendon's POV
"WHAT?" I yelled at Ryan. "HOW CAN YOU BE LEAVING?!" I began to tear up. "AFTER all we've... been through..."
"I'm sorry, Bren," He told me, putting one hand on my shoulder. "But you've changed... I don't like it and musically, I don't want to switch up our style again... Jon and I like Pretty Odd's sound."
I shrugged his hand off my shoulder. "You said you'd stick with me 'till the end..."
"We can still be friends. Promise?" He asked me.
"You know what?" I got close to him, with rage in my face and a single tear rolling down my cheek. "If you're going then go."
"But, Beebo-"
"Don't call me that. JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" And with that Ryan left my house and I was definitely crying now. Now it's just Spencer and I. How an I going to tell him?
