Brendon didn’t particularly believe in fate, or destiny, but in a traditional sense that’s what this all seemed to be- that, or really good luck. At first, this had all been about playing for a band, performing, as this had been what he’d wanted to do since he first started playing instruments in the form of the first fender he ever bought. Since then, he had tried to play around 20 instruments, maybe more, and was adept in many, including but not limited to piano, guitar, and drums. Obviously, singing was still his chief talent, and his most recognisable. He’d be wasted as anything but a frontman. But that kind of wasn’t what this was about any more- in eight short months, he’d made free friends he planned on keeping forever, and one in particular who made an impact on him that was kind of nervous about. Brendon hadn’t really felt about anyone the way he felt about Ryan before, so it was all foreign to him, all uncharted territory. In fact, he was still kind of just ignoring it for the sake of the band. And the sake of his own heart- self protection. If he never did anything about it, he could never get hurt; Brendon hadn’t approached- or not approached- things like this before, but then this was new. It was just easier.

For all the promises he made himself, apparently his lack of self control meant that that plan wasn’t about to go into action. Instead, he invited Ryan to sit beside him and suggested watching the [i]sunset,[/i] the moved consciously closer. Nothing about this was going to plan, but in the moment, he didn’t care. [i]No, really, I definitely wish I’d done that.[/i] Brendon smiled kind of gratefully at Ryan for throwing him a line, but said nothing for a while. He wondered what they’d be doing right now if Ryan had been by his side for the past hour. Brendon was driving himself crazy just thinking about it, so he exhaled conclusively, swivelling his feet into the pebbles to get to the damp earth of the lakeshore underneath. The rain was making the round stones shiny, and he followed Ryan’s actions prior, picking one up and skimming it across the lake to draw attention away from himself, suddenly extremely aware of the lack of distance between them. It was getting harder and harder to breathe.

When he spoke next, Ryan cared more about Spencer and Jon hearing than he did, and he was kind of unsettled, but didn’t question it. However, when Ryan’s arm wrapped around his waist, he felt the electricity of the contact and shivered, hoping it could be excused as the cold. [b]”Don’t let them see us like this,”[/b] He mentioned quietly, slightly amused, [b]“I have heard them ask why you’re flirting with me. They know I’m not deaf, right?”[/b] Brendon wasn’t kind of forgetting how thin the walls were here, and though he knew Spencer and Jon weren’t blind or oblivious to the tension between him and Ryan, he didn’t really care whether they did or not. He only wondered if Ryan did, and closed his eyes, trying to press close and steal some of his bandmate’s body heat. He was comfortable, and was happy with no more talk, but Ryan was speaking again. [i]Me neither. It could be three minutes since I last saw you, and I’d miss you. [/i] 

[b]”Three minutes is a long time, actually. I’m kind of offended,”[/b] He murmured, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He hesitated for a moment. [b]“I dunno what it is. I just... I like being near you.”[/b] Brendon admitted, his voice wavering a little. [i]Yeah?[/i] He nodded, and went to speak again, but Ryan had interrupted by reaching to unhook Brendon’s glasses from his shirt. Simply watching, he raised an eyebrow as Ryan put them on, and considered his bandmate for a moment, deciding that he looked pretty good and also that he was kind of screwed. He was saved by Ryan inquiring about his writing, but not really, because his subject matter was sitting right beside him, too close but still painfully far away. It hit him suddenly that he wanted to kiss him. It would be easy, he’d just have to lean up, he’d never get a better opportunity. Brendon took a deep breath.

[b]”[i]I Have Friends In Holy Spaces.[/i]”[/b] He said softly, looking out at the lake for a moment. [b]“A song. Or, part of a song. Sounds kind of dumb when I say it out loud.”[/b] Brendon admitted, and he was doubtful, regretting mentioning it. [b]“I don’t really know... What it’s about. Does a song have to have a specific goal?”[/b] He wondered out loud, figuring that of everybody to ask, Ryan was probably the expert. Anything to distract him and stop him from ruining it by doing something impulsive, as Brendon was reknowned to do.