B. Urie

"He has six months to live," Ryan repeats. He turns in his sleep. "Six- months." 

I run my fingers through his hair, watching as he sleeps, stuck in this nightmare. Ever since the doctor told us, he's been having nightmares and panic attacks. Call me selfish, but the worst part is that I can't do anything. He hasn't been sleeping either. It's only 6, but we were watching a movie and he fell asleep. 

"Dad- stop- don't do that-" he mumbles, moving again, digging his knee into my leg. "B- do something- no... STOP!" He wakes up, sitting up quickly. He looks at me, tears in his eyes.

"Shh, it's okay," I whisper, pulling him into a hug. "I'm here."

"I know but- you- he-" he stutters through his words. He stops trying to talk and holds me tightly. "I don't want to lose him."

"I know, I know," I pat his back gently. "For now you just spend time with him. Use this time to your advantage," I reply softly.

He shudders and holds me tighter. "I'm scared. What will happen after..." his voice falters. "What will happen to my mom? What will happen to... us?" 

"It'll be difficult, but we'll make it through together, trust me. I'm not leaving you anytime soon." 

"You better not," he laughs softly. "Everything just feels so tangled up. Thank god it's Thanksgiving break," he sighs. 

"Right!? I just wish you didn't have to go through this, I wish I could help you more." 

"Bren, you have no clue how much you've helped me already. You're like my only reason to keep going at this point. Thank you," he kisses my cheek. 

"You're my lifesaver too, Ryro," I mumble back. 

"Ryro?" He looks at me with a lopsided look. 

"Ry for Ryan, ro for Ross. Ryro," I say as professionally as possible. He giggles and buries his face back into my shirt. 

"C'mon, you need to eat, and I have a pizza coupon that's expiring soon," I say. He groans and shakes his head. "You have to get up, you skinny-ass bean," I mutter, trying to push him off without hurting him. 

"No-" he whines. 

"Fine, be that way, you stick," I sit up and pick him up. 

"Bren!" He squeaks. I get up and put him back down. 

"I'll be right back!" I say cheerily. I skip over to the phone. "Yes, hello. I'm getting a-" My breath hitches when Ryan wraps his arms around me. I quickly finish talking to the dude on the phone and hang up. "RYAN!" I shout. He smiles innocently and runs up the stairs. "AS MUCH AS I LOVE YOU, YOU REALLY SUCK SOMETIMES!" I run up the stairs and find him in the closet. 

"Ahh!" He squeaks as I push him down and straddle his hips. "Brendon, I swear to god if you tickle-" 

I start tickling him. His face goes from a smiling face to full-on-dying-of-laughter-gasping-for-air-face. I stop to let him breathe. 

"Godammit, Brendon! You always do this!" He says in between breaths. 

"But you still love me!" I tease before dashing down the stairs. He follows and slams into my back when I stop suddenly. I cackle and run to the couch, where he tackles me. I feel the air leave my lungs and cough. 

The doorbell rings and Ryan jumps off me. He runs into a room as I'm getting up. Then, just before I'm about to open the door, he jumps in front of me and pushes me to the side. 

"Ello mate!" He says in a horrible accent. "Why yes, I did order a pizza! Ain't that a funny-ass word- oh wait, are you family friendly? I meant funny-butt word! Pizza! Haha, I swear I'm not drunk. I'm the type of kid to tweet in all caps and scream at birds! But did you know my mum is in the kitchen? Yeah, she's making cookies. She's really fucking nice- I mean, she's really fudging really nice, and it's a shame she isn't going to meet you... Bob. Anyway, have fun with life, here's your money, and have a diddly-darn-dandy day!" Ryan grins and slams the door shut. 

We stare at each other for thirty seconds before bursting out into laughter. I walk to him and poke his fake mustache. He smiles and I kiss him. 

"Ew no, this mustache needs to go," I peel off the fake mustache and toss it on the ground. I take off his monocle and red wig. We walk into the kitchen. I wrap my arms around him, pressing his back to my chest. I kiss his neck. 

"Pizza?" He asks, turning his head slightly. I move and bring the pizza to the table in front of the couch. 

"Netflix and chill?" I wiggle my eyebrows. He giggles and nods.