Ship: Brendon/Ryan
Words: 222

Brendon started talking to me during the night, when I'd usually go downstairs and write, instead I go to his room. He'll always wake up for me, no matter how much he doesn't want to and we'll talk until I fall asleep.

I open his door softly, turning the cold, silver knob and peek inside to see him passed out on the bed. The clock beside him reads 11:10.

"B-Brendon?" I squeak shyly from the door.

He groans softly but after a moment, he pats the sheets beside him. I shakily shut the door and let my feet carry me to his bed. Spencer and Jon are out at the bar so it's just him and I...

"You doing okay?" Brendon asks quietly as I crawl into bed.

"Better..." I whisper, nuzzling my head into his chest, "I... still hate this..."

"I know..." he replies, stroking my long, brown locks, "Talk to me, what's going through your mind?"

I shake my head softly, "I don't want you to know..."

"What are you scared of?" Brendon asks.

I hear my heart beat and my breathing and his breathing and the sound of the clock ticking like a bomb set to go off as soon as I say the words.

"Losing you."