the cute, the sad, and the dirty

the beginning

Ryan's pov: we were walking home from the after party and he does that thing. He always does that thing that makes me fall in love with him over and over. That little smerky laugh. "What are you laughing at?" I asked with a giggle. "Your fucking shoes ry" almost in an outburst of laughter. "Whats wrong with my shoes?" I say in a sarcastically laughing voice "you look like a clown" he laughed once more I laugh back but all i could think about was how I wanted him to grab my collar and kisses me in front everyone on the busy Seattle side walk so everyone would see how in love we were but that was only an imaginary demention. Brendon couldn't love me I'm just out of my mind think about it. "Ry!.. Ryan..hello you ok buddy?" I hear Brendon say wile snapping his fingers in front of my face. "Yeah...yeah I'm fine..
I guess I was just thinking what would happen i.." I cut myself off before I spilled my guts."whats on your mind Ry?" He asked in a parshally concerned voice. "Doesn't matter.." I say "you sur.." his voice trailed off as my eyes flutterd and suddenly every thing went black.

Brendons pov: what was on that pretty little mind of his I wondered when all of a sudden he slowly started going down. I quickly rush to his side to slowly rest him down in the sidewalk. I figured he had just drank to much, even though he wasn't of age. That's one of the things I admired about the young emo Prince. He wasn't afraid to break the rules. I picked his limp body up carflly to carry him to the car. About two blocks away from the car it starts to rain what seems like the hardest it has ever rained in Seattle. Suddenly the light body in my hands felt like pure cinder blocks as the rain soaked into his thickly layered Rose vest. We arrive to the car my arms feel dead by then I softly lay him in the back seat. I didn't care that my arms hurt so bad I was just happy to have gotten him to the car safely. I climb into the front seat and scrounge around for my keys. Starting the car I emetily turn on the heater because it was freezing. About every two minutes I looked back to see the unconchous boy to make sure he was ok. I couldn't help but think things I probably shouldn't. The car finally pulls into the hotel parking lot. I carry the soaked weight up to our room. It made my happy when we were picking rooms; there were only two beds in each room so we had to split and Ryan requested to be with me. I know it ment nothing but it was still nice to think about. I lay Ryan down on his bed and cover him. I would change his clothes but he probably wouldn't like that. I turn the heat in the room even though I was sweating I didn't want him to catch a cold. I sat down after changing into clean dry clothes and watched the beutiful boy sleep with his makeup smeared and running from tje rain. I thought about what would have happened if I grabbed him right then and there in the middle of the crowded street and showed the world but most importantly him, just how much I loved him. "Ughh" I hear from across the room breaking my deep thoughts.