*Brendon POV*

Patrick and I arrived at the club. No sign of Ryan.... I asked Pete, "Where's Ryan?"

"Well he heard you were coming so he said that he was leaving... I have no idea where he went."

Right away I knew. He was at the bar by his house. That was always his little getaway from problems. I took the keys and started driving there immediately. I prayed please don't be too drunk...please.

I pulled into the small parking lot. I took my keys and jogged inside. I scanned the room immediately searching for the boy with dark hair and eyeliner. His eyeliner made him easy to spot, but it wasn't a sight I wanted to see... Ryan was making out with some other guy...

There goes my heart..

*Ryan POV*

As soon as Patrick said he was picking up Ryan I left. I was not going to face him. I refused to face him. I went to none other than the bar. I walked.

I went right up to the bar asking for a large beer. I sat on the last stool against the wall at the end of the bar. A man sat next to me and watched me chug my beer. He said, "Damn what's got you troubled?"

"My boyfriend's ex and my boyfriend both said they were in love with each other in front of me...."

The anonymous gentleman said, "Wow I'm so sorry, man. That's rough."

I nodded, "Yeah it was..."

"Do you still like him?"

"I would never ever stop loving him. No matter how much of a jackass he is...; Can I have another beer?"

The bartender nodded and tended to my needs as that was in the job description. The man said, "Wow you've got it bad, don't you?"

I nodded, "Sadly yes."

He said holding out a hand, "By the way my name is Jon."

I shook his hand, "Nice to meet you, Jon. Sorry I'm pouring my heart out to a total stranger..."

He laughed, "It's okay I don't mind. I'm far too drunk to even remember this tomorrow most likely."

"See that's how drunk I want to be right now."

He held up his hand to the bartender, "Can we have a few shots over here?"

The waiter came back and that's exactly what we did, took shots. It wasn't long before I was roaring drunk after two large beers and five shots. Jon's speech was slurring, "O-oh I'm so d-drunk right now I could k-kiss you! And I-I'm straight!"

I spoke, "A-are you going to j-just say it or a-are you going to do i-it?"

Jon pulled my neck to him and our lips against each other. To be honest it was gross. Not sure why, but it really was. I ran to the bathroom right after that, barely making it to a stall. I threw up. I haven't been this drunk in forever. Probably the party Brendon and I went to. I sighed into the toilet. Oh Brendon. I threw up the last remaining trace of anything I had eaten or drunk all day and probably a kidney too.

I called Pete, nearly dropping my phone into the toilet, "P-Pete, I just kissed a total stranger! And threw up!"

"Where the hell even are you?"

My speech slurred, "A-at the bar."

He sighed, "I'm on my way."

*Brendon POV*

I watched Ryan kiss another man. It hurt so fucking much. I walked over to the guy and punched him. Not my best move as the guy had punched me back...

I saw Ryan run into the restroom. I walked in after him and away from this guy. I asked quietly while entering the restroom, "Ryan...?"

I heard someone say, "A-at a bar."

I knew right away it was a drunken Ryan. Then my phone rang. I answered it, "Hello?"

It was Pete, "Hey can you pick up Ryan...he's at the bar and drunk. You're the only one with a car at the moment."

I nodded, "Okay I will."

I hung up. I knocked on the stall door, "Ryro..."

He swung the door open. He yelled, "Brendon! Why are you here?!"

"To save your ass."

I picked him up in my arms and carried him out. I saw the man still sitting there. I rolled my eyes as I exited the bar. I held Ryan close to my heart, exactly where he belonged. He fell asleep.

I carefully set him in the back seat of the car. I brought him back to my apartment. He's had such a rough day...as have I.

I carried him inside and set him gently on the couch. I used a wet wash cloth to clean his face. He had completely passed out.

I wondered how he somehow manages to get throw up all over him and in his hair. It was disgusting. I finally gave up and carried him upstairs. I turned on the bathtub water to a perfect temperature and removed Ryan's clothing. Kind of an awkward position to be doing when I knew sober Ryan was probably still upset at me.

I set him in the bathtub along with bubbles because it was an easier alternative to cleaning him. His big brown eyes opened. He was still drunk. He pressed his hands to my cheeks, "If you wanted me to take off my clothes you should've just asked!"

I laughed. He said it in such a baby tone. He was adorable. I said, "Ryan, you're drunk and you threw up so I'm just going to help clean you up."

It was like caring for a small child. He just nodded and didn't say anything. I washed his hair and then rinsed the bubbles off of his body. All in the process of an hour or so. I wrapped a towel around his waist and hair. Ryan didn't do anything just stood there watching me help him. He didn't seem as drunk as he was anymore.

I took his hand and pulled him into my room. I had him sit down so I could put pajama pants on him. I didn't put boxers on him though. I didn't want to invade his personal privacy too much while he was drunk. I tucked him in and sang to him a lullaby. It was a lullaby Patrick used to sing to me whenever I was sick or hurt.

I sang softly to Ryan while I had my arms around him and ran my fingers through his hair because that had always relaxed him.

"Honey is for bees, silly bear. Besides, there's jelly beans everywhere. It's not what it seems in the land of dreams. Don't worry your head just go to sleep.

It doesn't matter how you feel. Life is just a Ferris wheel. It's always up and down. Don't make a sound.

When you wake up the world will come around. When you wake up the world will come around.

Its just the sweet weather and the peacock feathers. In the morning, it will all be better. It's not what it seems in the land of dreams. Don't worry your head just go to sleep.

When you wake up the world will come around. When you wake up the world will come around.

Honey is for bees, silly bear. Besides there's jelly beans everywhere. It's not what it seems in the land of dreams. Don't worry your head just go to sleep."

Ryan fell asleep in my arms. I kissed his forehead. I knew he may not remember this when he woke up and he may still be upset, but holding him in my arms makes me feel content. For the reason of the chance he might still be upset I left. I shut the door and went downstairs to where I'll sleep on the couch.

I laid on the couch. It was nighttime, but just barely. Patrick walked through the doors. I whispered, "Be quiet Ryan's sleeping."

He nodded and gestured for me to follow him into the basement. So I did. We sat down on the couch and I asked, "So how was the club?"

"It was good. We finished our song, finally. But umm why is Ryan sleeping upstairs?"

I said, "I picked him up from the bar. He was really drunk and in a horrid looking state, bent over the toilet puking. I brought him here and took care of him. But...he kissed this guy..."

Patrick was shocked, "Wait did you do anything to this guy?"

There was a long pause and then I nodded, "I punched him. I know... I'm a terrible person.."

He shook his head, "No you're not because after everything that's happened you still took care of your little Ry. Even if he won't remember it, I will."

I smiled slightly, "Thanks, Patty."

I hugged him, "You know I sang him your lullaby. He was out like a light."

Patrick chuckled, "Works every time! But come on I think we can all use a rest from this horribly endless day."

I nodded and we walked upstairs together. He went up into his room and I laid on the couch, pondering whether Ryan would still be upset at me in the morning. I really hope he'd forgive me because I would do anything for him.... I would take a bullet for him...even if he was behind the trigger.

(A/N Thank you all for your comments and votes. I'm happy you guys are liking it and I'm sorry for the somewhat small chapter. Love you and and have a lovely day.)