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Title: Seven Years.
Author: Shannon, Wolfgangsays.
Rating: PG, curse words.
Pairing: Implied Rydon (Ryan/Brendon) Implied Joncer (Jon/Spencer)
Beta: My lovely, amazing, beautiful Nicolecuppycakes~ Ryanrosslover1441
POV: 1st, Brendon's. (Brendon, I & Ryan, You)
Summary: Without you is something I could never do...
Disclaimer: This story is as true as the love I have for Hannah Montana... So therefore, completely non existent and 100% fake.
Authors Note: This story was written within six hours, and edited over and over for two weeks after being finished. I'm terrible at editing, as in I edit too much. That's why I sent it to Nicole, so I could finally stop biting my own fingers off worrying about it. She did a beautiful job, and is honestly my favorite writer :) That is why this story is dedicated to her. Surely it isn't the happiest of tales, but it's what I had created... It's what had pulled me from my four month writers block. Thank you, so so much Nicole. I love you, sweetheart~

SORRY THIS IS SO LATE, I lost track of time. I shall make it up with a one shot soon, yes?

I love you all, thanks for reading.

Seven Years. 



Without you is something that I could never do…

[xxxx]

Getting off my chest, the story ends.

A tight fist is clasping my lungs, pressing all my needed oxygen outward and out of my reach.

“Ryan?” I whisper, falling back against the nearest wall. It shakes beneath me, or maybe I'm the one shaking.

Low laughs muffle the phones pickup, “Yeah. It’s me.” Your voice is so collected, like nothing is the matter.

“Wh-why are you calling? You, you simply have no business to!” I force, failing at my attempt to collect my strewn thoughts.

“Whoa Bren, take it easy. It’s just me.” You say, and I can feel the serenity in those honey orbs. I have you down-- memorized to the core.

Now clenching my jaw, and gritting my teeth, I growl-- “That’s exactly why you have no business.” Anger begins to simmer under my flesh. I can hear the heat popping in my ears. It bubbles under molten veins, sears.

“Bren- why are you being this way?” You nearly plead for my answer. Begging never did suit you

The fist on my lungs has located further south, gripping my abdomen firmly. “Because, Ryan. I’m hurt. I’m so fucking hurt because of you, over you. Everything!”

I can hear you as you choke on the words, I can hear you as your throat caves in on itself. Did your eloquence leave you when you left, like meaning left me?

“Each day, even each moment I have-- I spend it thinking of you. I can’t focus on my career if this huge fucking burden is still sitting in the pit of my heart. Ryan, I loved you. And the saddest part is that it takes something like this for me to tell you.” The fist sprawls it’s fingers across my chest, just to dig it’s nails into my spirit.

“Brendon. I- I have no idea what to say.” You stagger, readjusting the phone in a new comfort-- though nothing is comfortable about this situation…

I know what that means. I’ve heard that line many times before, but never from you.

It means you don’t want me for anything. It means all the time I’ve spent on you, is just a waste on the clock. It means I’m just a kid, with hopes too high to reach.

“Finally Ryan? Is this the first time you didn’t know what to say?” I test, conjuring up your face in my hollow mind-- pale, and flushed with discomfort.

“B. I…” The phone buzzes. This old goddamned phone says more meaningful things to me than you ever have. A fuzzing distortion of words that never were slip calculating, contingent with the drags of breath.

“Good. Because your silence speaks for you.” I pull the phone from my cheek to slowly slide my fingers past the keys like my ivory lovelies in the basement. Once my thumb reaches the END key, I clench my eyes shut, pressing down with all my might.

After the reassuring beep, my body falls rigidly from it’s sitting state.

The colors surrounding me enhance slowly, falling from one hue into the next. And I start seeing flowers, peddled flowers. Everything becomes too bright, only to fade out quickly afterwards.

Bright flowers bloom, sprinkling along my vision.

Lovely gardens dressed by golden skies, and green umbrella trees.

Folk music, gorgeous and steady…

Solar powered light seeps through my lids, tinting everything crimson red.

“C’mon Bren. Wake up.” Is all I can hear over the enchanting, intoxicating music slipping in and out my ears.

“Spence, is that you? I can’t see you.” I cry, forcing my hands to reach for something-- anything.

A brisk chuckle swoops through the air, twisting through my outstretched fingertips. “Open your eyes, Brendon.”

I do as told, lifting my lids. Sight floods. Everything still flutters like those brightly colored flowers at first, but then I am left to find a tall man standing before me, overcrowding the morning rays with eyes so blue that look like they might harbor the once summer skies. “Oh, I found you.” I say, a bit too sheepishly.

His hand extends to me, along with a head shake of disapproval. “Are you aware that you passed out here?” He asks, helping me brush off a bit.

“Really? I thought it was more like- blacked out here.” I correct, sinking my teeth straight into my plumped lower lip.

A strong hand meets my shoulders. The comforting sent of my house-mate, band-mate fills my senses. “Hey Brendon, don’t let him get you down-- alright.” He heartens, un-tensing the heavy pain in my torso. “And trust me, you could find a way without him.” He nods, feathering a motherly kiss into my growing locks.

My eyes drift shut, my heart expands. “But, is without him something you could do?” He says, and I can’t reply.