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  <title>She's the smoke she's dancing fancy pirouettes</title>
  <subtitle>Swan diving off of the deep end of my tragic cigarette.</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-12-31T12:22:39Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bdenryro_love:7224</id>
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    <title>Brendon baby</title>
    <published>2008-12-31T12:22:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-31T12:22:39Z</updated>
    <category term="standalone"/>
    <category term="brendon/ryan"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;s&gt;Santa&lt;/s&gt; Brendon baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Michelle &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_bdenryro_love' lj:user='bdenryro_love' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bdenryro-love.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://bdenryro-love.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bdenryro_love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Ryan/Brendon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;POV:&lt;/b&gt; Third&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; It's Christmas eve, Ryan 'writes' a song and bakes cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; Ryan did not write the song in this fic, in fact I don't even know who wrote the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words:&lt;/b&gt; 536 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Notes:&lt;/b&gt; Late Christmas fic, this is so cheesy I can't even begin to explain it. This is also un-beta'd and I wrote this within an hour, It was a silly idea I thought of at work when this song came on. Any mistakes? let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was Christmas Eve and Brendon had to work late tonight and Ryan got off of work at 4, so he started baking Brendon&amp;rsquo;s favorite type of Christmas cookies, which was whipped shortbread with sprinkles. He doubled the recipe because they were having Christmas dinner at their place tomorrow and Spencer, Jon, Shane and their parents were all coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He felt bad for Brendon because he was working until 9 that night so that&amp;rsquo;s also another reason why he was making his favorite cookies, Ryan and Brendon had a tradition where each year where whoever had to work the latest on Christmas Eve would play &amp;ldquo;Santa&amp;rdquo; which just consisted of putting the presents under the tree and stuff their stockings. While the cookies were in the oven cooking he decided to write Brendon a song, well more like re-write a song and change some of the lyrics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brendon baby, just slip a sable under the tree, for me&lt;br /&gt;Been an awful good boy&lt;br /&gt;Brendon baby so hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendon baby, a '54 convertible too, light blue, &lt;br /&gt;I'll wait up for you dear&lt;br /&gt;Brendon baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the fun I've missed,&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the fellows that I haven't kissed&lt;br /&gt;Next year I could be just as good&lt;br /&gt;If you check off my Christmas list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendon baby, I want a yacht and really that&amp;rsquo;s not a lot&lt;br /&gt;Been an angel all year &lt;br /&gt;Brendon baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendon honey, one little thing I really need, the deed &lt;br /&gt;To a platinum mine, &lt;br /&gt;Brendon baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendon cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex and cheques, &lt;br /&gt;Sign your x on the line &lt;br /&gt;Brendon cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and trim my Christmas tree, &lt;br /&gt;With some decorations bought at Tiffany's&lt;br /&gt;I really do believe in you, &lt;br /&gt;Let's see if you believe in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendon baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring,&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean on the phone, &lt;br /&gt;Brendon baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;Hurry, tonight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew it was cheesy but he knew it would make Brendon smile, just after he finished writing down the last line on the paper the timer went off and Hobo barked in response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked into the kitchen and scratched Hobo behind one of her ears and grabbed the oven mitts and took the cookies out and put them on top of the oven to cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Brendon pulled into the drive way the lights were off inside the house, when he got inside he spotted Ryan and hobo asleep on the couch and he smiled to himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also spotted three cookies on the small table beside the Christmas tree and a piece of paper with Ryan&amp;rsquo;s handwriting on it, when he finished reading Ryan&amp;rsquo;s re-write of &amp;lsquo;Santa baby&amp;rsquo; he smirked to himself and walked over to Ryan, placed a kiss on his forehead and picked him up and brought him to their bedroom where he also brought the presents to the living room, then slipped back into bed and cuddled into Ryan and eventually fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Three drabbles</title>
    <published>2008-11-24T07:50:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-25T09:15:08Z</updated>
    <category term="drabbles"/>
    <category term="three drabbles"/>
    <category term="brendon/ryan"/>
    <lj:music>CSI: Miami</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; When your heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Michelle &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_bdenryro_love' lj:user='bdenryro_love' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bdenryro-love.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://bdenryro-love.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bdenryro_love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Ryan/Brendon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;POV:&lt;/b&gt; Third&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; They get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; last time I checked Ryan and Brendon were not married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Notes:&lt;/b&gt; This was supposed be done a long time ago with the 10 drabbles meme but I never finished, I only got three done and forgot about them, I just discovered them today, haha. Here it(they) are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was their wedding day, June 21st 2008 everything went perfectly, all their close friends and family showed up. It was a small simple wedding. Now it was time for their first dance as a married couple. As they did so, Ryan whispered in Brendon's ear &amp;quot;I'll be there when your heart stops beating, I'll be there when your last breath gets taken away, In the dark when there&amp;rsquo;s no one listening In the times when we both get carried away.&amp;quot;.&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Damn you look good and I'm drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Michelle &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_bdenryro_love' lj:user='bdenryro_love' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bdenryro-love.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://bdenryro-love.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bdenryro_love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Ryan/Brendon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;POV:&lt;/b&gt; Third&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Brendon gets drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; Not real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Notes:&lt;/b&gt; This was supposed be done a long time ago with the 10 drabbles meme but I never finished, I only got three done and forgot about them, I just discovered them today, haha. Here it(they) are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot;S-c-a-n-d- to the a, to the l-o-u-s I can't handle it, can't handle it. Damn that boy he's scandalous!&amp;quot; Brendon sang at the top of his lungs bouncing around the house, he had the tendency to get a little bouncy when he drinks. &amp;quot;Bren, you know it's not cool singing our friends songs and those aren't even the correct lyrics.&amp;quot; Ryan pointed out &amp;quot;I know Ry, I was singing them about you.&amp;quot; He wiggled his eyebrows and continued on singing. Ryan just shook his head and continued writing in his notebook.&lt;a name='cutid2-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Michelle &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_bdenryro_love' lj:user='bdenryro_love' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bdenryro-love.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://bdenryro-love.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bdenryro_love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Ryan/Brendon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;POV:&lt;/b&gt; Third&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Ryan visits Brendon everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; No one in panic is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Notes:&lt;/b&gt; This was supposed be done a long time ago with the 10 drabbles meme but I never finished, I only got three done and forgot about them, I just discovered them today, haha. Here it(they) are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan sat at Brendon's grave like he did every day; He always told Brendon that he missed him and what he did that day. Hoping talking to him would bring him back to life; He always blamed Brendon's death on himself. It was no one's fault really he died of natural causes peacefully in his sleep. Ryan never believed the doctor though Brendon was only twenty one. Brendon always smiled and looked forward to Ryan's voice every day.&lt;a name='cutid3-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>New years eve</title>
    <published>2008-09-17T21:03:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-27T07:57:58Z</updated>
    <category term="drabbles"/>
    <category term="brendon/ryan"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; New years eve [Drabble]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Michelle &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_bdenryro_love' lj:user='bdenryro_love' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bdenryro-love.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://bdenryro-love.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bdenryro_love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Brendon/Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bdenryro_love&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13 just one mention of the word 'cock'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary: &lt;/strong&gt;Ryan goes to a new years eve party even though he doesn't like parties, the only reason he's going is because he knows Brendon is going to be there. Will Ryan get to see Brendon? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; Not real and I do not own Brendon or Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words:&lt;/b&gt; 357&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Notes:&lt;/b&gt; This isn't to be taken too seriously, it was from a &lt;a href="http://www.prillalar.com/drabbles/"&gt;drabble generator&lt;/a&gt; and I thought it was kinda funny and I wanted other people to have a little laugh. No beta was needed because it does all that for you but I did find out about the generator through my beta&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/bdenryro_love&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_breathingtubes' lj:user='breathingtubes' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://breathingtubes.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://breathingtubes.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;breathingtubes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan sipped quickly at his drink and stood beside a television. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel awkward and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how he tapped his foot when he was nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, truth be told, Ryan knew very well why he was at the party: to see Brendon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Brendon. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his beautiful body made Ryan's heart beat faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight everyone was masked. Ryan peered impatiently through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Brendon. There, he thought, the man over by the table, It had to be Brendon. No one else could look so beautiful, even in a mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began to walk Ryan's way and Ryan started to panic. What if he actually talked to Ryan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendon came right up to Ryan and Ryan thought that he was going to faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Hello,&amp;quot; Brendon said fortunately. &amp;quot;What are you doing over here all alone?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, just looking at the cake,&amp;quot; Ryan said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, a Television voice began to count down. &amp;quot;Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Brendon might ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Happy New Year!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendon swept Ryan into his arms, bent him on a chair, and kissed Ryan boldly, slipping him the tongue and groping his cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out yesterday and pulled Brendon's mask off his face. It was Brendon! &amp;quot;I knew it was you,&amp;quot; Ryan said and took his own mask off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;And it's ... you,&amp;quot; Brendon said. &amp;quot;You know, I'm just going to go get some punch.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan watched him go. He would be right back, Ryan was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they would fall in love.&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Elevator [Standalone]</title>
    <published>2008-05-16T06:40:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-27T08:02:41Z</updated>
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    <category term="spencer/haley"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Elevator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: &lt;/b&gt;Michelle &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_bdenryro_love' lj:user='bdenryro_love' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bdenryro-love.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://bdenryro-love.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bdenryro_love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;bdenryro_love&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings:&lt;/b&gt; Brendon/Ryan Ryan/Keltie Mentions of Spencer/Haley, Jon/Cassie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Character death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; Not real, Spencer doesn't live in Chicago &amp;amp; Brendon &amp;amp; Ryan don't live in New York. I don't own them or know them, If I did I would not be here writing about it. Title, Lyrics &amp;amp; cut text belong to Boxcar Racer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words: &lt;/b&gt;527&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Notes:&lt;/b&gt; Brendon's thoughts, Earlier events &amp;amp; Lyrics are all in italics you should be able to tell each of them apart, sorry it's kind of short. This was supposed to be part of my &amp;quot;Ten drabbles&amp;quot; but I couldn't just write this within two minutes, I needed to write more so here it is, I wrote this in 2 1/2 hours last night. A huge thank you to my beta &lt;/bdenryro_love&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_breathingtubes' lj:user='breathingtubes' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://breathingtubes.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://breathingtubes.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;breathingtubes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is my first completed stand alone, ever. My first time posting on SATD, Be nice y/y? I hope you like it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;The building turned it's back ignored my call, the concrete looks too thin to break my fall.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendon looks down at the busy moving city below him, his whole body is shaking and his palms are sweating. &lt;i&gt;'Just do it,'&lt;/i&gt; he thinks to himself,&lt;i&gt; 'you've got nothing left.' &lt;/i&gt;Earlier that day he found out that Ryan had been cheating on him with one of the dancers they had at the Video Music Awards last year. He finally understood the real reason [why Ryan] wanted to move to New York. Spencer and Haley moved to Chicago after the second album fell through. Cassie and Haley were best friends and Jon and Spencer were like brothers so they really didn't need to think twice about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ryan told him that he was going to go out for awhile and to call him if he needed anything. About fifteen minutes after he left Brendon was watching Family Guy when Ryan's sidekick started to ring. He answered it anyways, thinking nothing of it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Hel-&amp;quot; he was cut off by a high pitched voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Hey babe.&amp;quot; 'Who is this?' he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Um, may I ask who this is?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Keltie.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Sorry, I think you have the wrong number.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;No, this is Ryan's number. I'm his girlfriend.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Ross?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Mhm.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I gotta go.&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He quickly hung up on her and stared at the phone getting more upset by the second. Ryan had a girlfriend. The fucker had been lying to him the whole time. He never thought Ryan would be a liar or a cheater, but he was so wrong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His parents wanted nothing to do with him the moment they found out he was homosexual. He finally had the courage to tell them the first month Ryan and he were official so he couldn't exactly move back home. What was the point? His brother and sisters were all married and moved off in all different directions of the world and he barely talked to his siblings anyways. They had lives of their own. His only real friends were his bandmates and his boyfriend, who was cheating on him and lying to him. The other two bandmates were in Chicago living with their girlfriends. Ryan was his rock, his everything, but apparently that wasn't the same for Ryan. He took Brendon for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a deep breath and glanced up. It was getting late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;The sunset stretched across this nighttime scene.&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stepped closer to the edge of the building and squeezed his eyes shut, he has always been afraid of heights. He took one last breath and jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was the first person contacted about Brendon's death. Ryan told the officer to spare the details because he knew Brendon had killed himself on purpose and the reason why. He wasn't stupid. After he got off the phone he regretted everything he did to hurt Brendon. Keltie asked what the phone call was about because Ryan had tears in his eyes and he rarely showed much emotion. He spilled the details to her and she wrapped her arms around him, rubbing soothing circles into his back and whispered,&lt;i&gt; 'Let's forget this all move on.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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