Ryan's POV:
I was just walking around the streets minding my own business when I heard my name and a familiar voice. I knew it was about my because, because of, um the voice? I don't know where I was going with that.
"So Ryan that winey little prick knocked my guitar over and didn't even apologise" someone said. WHAT? I haven't knocked any guitar over! "I know he thinks he can sing but really we all know I'm the best singer ever!" Someone else piped up. "No one really cares about him" the same voice said. Patrick? Is that really Patrick and um Pete?
I quickly walked around the corner and saw the standing in the cool dude pose and bragging about me. "You hate him don't you Pete?" Patrick asked. "Of course that little winey ass can go die for all I care" Pete said. Tears started to form in my eyes. Maybe I should just die. I ran up to them. Still tears running down my face. "IF YOU FELT THIS WAY WHY DIDNT YOU FUCKING SAY" I screamed and ran off. I got to the nearest highest building not caring what type it is and went up the elevator.
I got to the top floor and pulled out a piece of paper and pen I somehow had in my pocket. I sat down and wrote. I wrote letters to the ones I cared about. Brendon, Dallon, Spencer, Jon and my parents/siblings. I did everyone's but left Brendon to last. I knew I was gonna cry through his. I love him. But I know he'll never love me back.
I started with Brendon's and was ready to cry.
Dear Breadbin Urine,
Hay this is awkward to write. How does one tell their best friend there dead or in the process of killing themselves? I'm gonna start with saying Sorry. I'm sorry I'm gone I'm sorry I left you. Please don't be to broken Brendon. Not that you will be but you know. Another thing is I'm gay.
Yup your the first and last person to know. And I'm telling you this because I love you. Not as a friend as I fucking love you. I've never ever felt this way about anyway. There's a couple reasons I'm leaving. 1. I KNOW you'll never love me back and I can't stand to face the truth. 2. My parents are so homophobic it's unreal. 3. Everyone dislikes me. No they hate me. I heard Pete and Patrick spilling their hearts out about how much they hate me. I want you to remember me please. I'll always remember you Brendon. I'll miss you. I love you.
~Ryan. <3
By the time I finished writing I was in tears. I can't believe I'm about to do this. I left the letters on the rooftop with a heavy rock on it to make sure none of them flew away. I got up and walked towards the edge of the building.
"It's either now or never" I whispered.
"I love you Brendon" those where the last words I wanted to say. Brendon was the last thought I wanted to think about.
I looked down. Stepping forward slowly, I was so close to falling... until I was caught. "Don't you fucking dare Mr Ross" I stopped breathing for a second. "Ryan breath it's just me" Brendon whispered in my ear. I turned around with tears in my eyes.
"Brendon why didn't you let me fall?" I asked. "Because your worth more than you think..." he paused and held my hands. "And I couldn't live without you, I love you too Ryan" Brendon whispered.
He what? He can't live without me. He loves me?
"W-what?" I asked. "Can you repeat that please?" I asked staring into his eyes. He shook his head and leant in and kissed me. "I love you" he said again. "I-I-I love y-you too" I stuttered. "Brendon" I said. "I nearly killed myself" he looked at me and frowned. "You did, don't do it again babe" Brendon said. "I'm sorry" he kissed me again and we stayed in each other's arms for a while before I started to get cold. We were just standing on a rooftop I'm wearing a short seleved Tee and skinny jeans. Brendon took me down the lift and we started off to his place. "Thank you Brendon" I said snuggling up to him in bed.
"Your more than welcome babe" Brendon replied.
"I love you" he whispered.
"I love you more"

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Ending
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-Megan
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