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Brendon was currently sitting on his bed trying to write lyrics for the bands new album Pretty. Odd. Though, It was kind of hard to focus on writing lyrics when all of the letters look distorted and bright.
Heavy on bright.
It was way, WAY to bright in his room for 5pm.
Obviously the easy solution would be to turn off the rooms light, and brendon would obviously do that if the light switch wasn't 20 feet away.
At this point, he was staring at the half finished lyrics sheet for 20 minutes, and how many words did he write?
Zero.
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Ryan just got back from the grocery store to the parking lot of the apartment he and brendon lived in. The second he got into the scrawny and old apartment he screamed
"BREN IM HOME!"
The lack of response made him worried since brendon always comes running straight to the door when ryan comes back from wherever he left to.
"Bren?.."
All ryan heard was a slight grunt from the inside of the closed bedroom.
"Bren you okay in there?"
"Yeah im fine I swear."
"You don't sound ok... do you want me to come in?"
"No ry, im fine."
"Brendon im coming in."
What ryan saw was brendon sitting on the bed, with skin paler than a ghost and eyes that seemed almost completely black from the pupils being that dilated.
"Oh my god brendon you're totally sick, You're paler than a ghost!" Said ryan as he came to sit on the edge of the bed, next to the suffering singer.
"ry, I already told you like, 5 times. I swear im feeling ok.." Ryan pet brendon hair as he said "No way, I know you're lying. Stay here im gonna make you some soup."
"No Babe, no need for soup, im feeling fine i said..."
"Shush, you go nap while I make it." Ryan got up immediately and started heading to the kitchen to make some chicken soup.
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And yeah, maybe brendon WAS lying about how he felt, but only because he knew that the second ryan found out he was sick, he would spoil and treat him like he was some fragile little glass vase.
Of course brendon loved when ryan spoiled him, but he would never admit that to him.
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(Yeah so I dont know how to make chicken soup sojust imagine ryan cooking it)
"Hey bren do you wanna eat it in the kitchen or the bed?" Asked ryan
"In bed if that's ok..."
"Sure thing."
Ryan put the bowl of soup on a plate and put it on the bedside table.
"Thanks, ry."
"No problem,"
Ryan put a hand on brendons forehead and he swears his hand was about to melt.
"God bren, you're burning up! I dont even know how you're still functioning."
"I wouldn't call me functioning.."
He answered while giggling.
"Whatever, functioning or not, im getting you some medicine from the pharmacy.."
Ryan was about to grab his keys and go when brendon suddenly grabbed his arm. "Wait no, dont go. Stay with me, please?"
"Babe, if I dont get you this medicine you'll probably evaporate."
"I dont care. I prefer evaporating with you next to me, just dont go now."
The younger boy pouted.
"Bren..."
Obviously the smart choice would still be to go to the pharmacy to get the medicine, but how could he say no to his sick boyfriend begging him to stay at home?
"Fine, I'll stay. But you can't blame me if you're feeling even worse later." Ryan said while sitting and getting comfortable on the bed with brendon.
"Yeah yeah, who cares, aslong as you're here with me it'll be fine." As he kissed ryan.
"Oh yeah I wanted to tell you, I tried working on finishing northern downpour but uhm, i couldn't really focus because of my headache so I didnt write anything... sorry ry."
"Its ok bren, I didnt expect you to finish it today anyways"
"Im still sorry.."
"Pup, if you say sorry one more time im gonna bite you."
"Pup? That's new."
"Is it weird? I wont call you that if you dont like it.."
The older boy said anxiously. "No, no, I think its really cute"
The younger boy said, giggling.
"Im glad you do, because now im totally gonna use it when you're feeling better, if you know what I mean." He winked.
"Ry, stop making everything freaky, im trying to eat here."
"Hey you're the one that wanted me to stay, also its obvious you like it when I do that, I mean, look at how red your face is right now,"
Ryan was right, brendon DID like it when he said things like that, but it was nicer when he acted like he didn't.
"You're cute like this though."
"I hate you"
"I love you too, now eat your soup before it gets cold."
"Ok mom.."
Brendon and ryan were never happier than now