I sat at home, my arms folded over my chest, and my eyes on my ceiling fan. I swear it always starts with someone looking at the ceiling, but trust me, this ones worth it.

I gave Brendon a tattoo...

It was splotchy, and badly drawn. And I wasn't proud of it. He already had a pretty bad tattoo, so I hope he's not too mad at me.

Rolling over I sighed and kicked my shoes off. The tattoo was terrible, his tattoo before was terrible and I hope he gets both of them covered later on.

"Ryan?" I sat up to Spencer's voice echoing through the hallway. "Hey I didn't know if you were awake." Spencer said his head popped into my room.

Yeah, what's up?

"Oh nothing really, Jon wanted to know if you were coming to the game tonight?" My eyes widened.

There's a game?

"Yeah, I thought Brendon would have told you."

No he didn't.

"Well are you gonna come?" Spencer asked, he folded his hands in his lap.

I guess.

"Great! They might have a party somewhere that isn't the storage room, if they win of course. Would you want to come?" As much as I love Spencer sometimes he talks too much.

How late would it go?

"Ryan Ross, you never care about the time. Let's go." Spencer grabbed my arm. Despite me clawing at his arm and shaking my head and pulled me down the stairs, grabbed my converses, and then out the front door, he gave my mom so little as a wave as he pulled me to his car, opened the door and shoved me in. "You'll have so much fun."

I doubt it.

I thought to myself. Spencer started the car and began playing the radio. I was never a fan of the radio, but Spencer always insisted on it.

"At least you get to see your boyfriend." Spencer teased.

He's not my boyfriend.

Of corse Spencer was looking at the road and couldn't see my hand movements. I poured and leaned back in my seat, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Don't pout baby," Spencer said glancing at me. I didn't return the favor. "We're almost there."

I looked terrible and I was going to be seeing my very single crush. And I needed to make an impression.

I mean yes, he is already my friend but still.

~*~

Once we pulled up I got out of the car and flipped Spencer off.

Shut it Smith.

"Someone's cranky." Spencer chuckled as he held his hands up. "Anyways, lets get good seats." Spencer grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.

At this point I've given up.

~*~

I sat with one leg draped over the other, my hands folded in my lap, and my eyes locked on the game. I watched Brendon or rather, number 27 make goal after goal.

"Enjoying the game?" Frank asked as he came and sat next to me. I nodded. "Good, Gerard said you could come to the party afterwards if you want." Frank shrugged. I smiled brightly and nodded.

"Someone's happy." Spencer commented as e sat down next to me handing me some Cotten Candy. "Hey Frank." Spencer gave a friendly wave to Frank.

"Hi Spencer."

"And the sunsets are in the lead!" I rolled my eyes at the man who always narrated Brendon's games.

I have to pee.

"Ok, be back soon." Spencer said. I nodded and waved my hand. As I walked down the stairs stumbling over feet as I did so, giving an apologetic smile at Patrick who I full on stepped on his foot.

I walked right by the arena. It was amazing to see these people so close up, they were all so good at what they do.

"Pst," I was shocked when someone in the arena started talking. I turned and saw number 27, Brendon Urie. He was talking to me.

Hi.

"Hi, so there's gonna be a party at my house after the game and you're invited. Make sure your cute self shows up. Oh and bring Spencer, Jon can't go four hours without seeing him. Oh got to go." My cheeks were flushed. Brendon waved as he turned around and stopped someone from making a goal.

'Make sure your cute self shows up'.

That phrase he said just kept replaying in my head as I walked to the bathroom. I didn't even have to pee anymore. I wanted to see Brendon now.

I opened the bathroom door but the thought of Brendon consumed me so I slammed it closed and made my way back to the arena. I walked by the ring and tried to find Brendon.

The score was tied, and this game was a big deal. Whoever won would be moving on to play The Eagles. And they're the best team in Vegas.

"Ryan!" My head shut up to see Spencer waving me over. I ran up to him and smiled.

Hey, where's Brendon?

"Oh he didn't see." My eyes widened.

Didn't see what?

"He got distracted by Gerard or someone, not quite sure, but he got distracted and got hit in the head with the puck. But he'll be ok, he's off that way." I jumped down the stairs and ran over to the side of the stairs.

Brendon lying there with his hand over his eyes. There were two paramedics tending to him. He was groaning in pain.

"Hey hey! Stand back!" One of the paramedics said putting his hand out. My eyebrows knitted together.

"W-who's there?" Brendon asked before coughing.

"Not sure." The woman said. I scoffed and got down on my knees next to Brendon. I put my hand on his chest.

"Ry?" I nodded and he grabbed my hand that was on my chest.

"You know him?" The woman asked. Brendon nodded and squeezed my hand.

"He's my best friend." I blushed and looked away.

"Well, he's going to be fine. The meds he has to be on might make him a little loopy. He just might act like he's drunk." The woman chuckled as she removed Brendon's hand from his eyes. I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand.

He was bleeding, and his hand was covered in blood. I didn't know what happened but the paramedics quickly went to work on there. The man pushed me away and I tried to protest but it did no help.

"We need to move him to the car." I shook my head getting up but the man pushed my back down.

"Stay here. I don't know you. Only family members." I started crying and watched Brendon get carried out the doors. I ran back up to Spencer sobbing.

"Damn what happened?" Spencer asked. "Come here." Spencer wrapped his arms around me. I put my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arm around his shoulders.

I was too upset to sign. And I don't think Spencer minded.

I cried holding my hands over my eyes for the rest of the game.

Frank ran up the Gerard as soon as the game was over and jumped in his arms. Gerard took of his helmet and mouth guard and in formed us that the party was canceled as Brendon wouldn't be able to come.

Spencer drove me home. The lights of the city looked the best at this time of night. But I spent the ride looking at my fingers.

Spencer dropped me off at my house and once I got out he leaned out of the window and kissed my head.

"I love you, okay?" I nodded tears filling my eyes again. Spencer gave me a sympathetic smile before pulling himself back in the car and driving back down my driveway.

I slowly walked inside. My mothers head shot up from the couch where she was sitting.

"Who won?" She asked but her smile soon turned to a frown as she saw my face. "What happened?" She got up and put her hands on my shoulders. I started sobbing into her shoulder. "Honey please tell me." She hugged me and then pushed me back so I could tell her. I was shaking so I knew it wasn't gonna be much good.

It was Brendon. He got hurt.

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A/N
I hope this chapter was worth the wait
I'm listening to all my friends we're  glorious and I'm so hecking excited to see them ahhhh I cant wait at all
And I'm pretty sure I'm getting tickets to tøps show in November and ABHAHAHA SO MANY CONCERTS IM FRICKEN STOKED
ok well real talk:
I'm sorry I haven't updated and I sorry this one is kinda sad I really am I didn't mean for it to end up like that what oh well🤷‍♀️
I'm actually really excited for where this is going and I hope you are too :)
Real talk over
Um today was pretty uneventful lol
•Song Suggestion•: Nico and the Niners by Twenty Øne Piløts
Anyways

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