Chapter 2

And I pray to god that Panic doesn't read this. XD

Ryan woke up with a little jump. He was having a nightmare about his father. He looked around the room. It was still dark out, it must have been around four o' clock in the morning. Brendan wasn't in bed. Ryan began to panic. When Brendan came back from wherever he was, he found Ryan sitting on the bed, crying.

"Ryan, what's wrong?" He walked over to him and held him close. "Hey, Ryan, I'm right here I'm not going to leave you," Ryan took a deep breath, at an attempted to calm down his crying. He sighed and clung to Brendan's shirt. "I had a nightmare about my dad," He felt Brendan's hands touch his cheek. "It will be fine, you'll get over it and we'll have your father put in jail, so then we won't have to worry about him for awhile, okay?" Ryan nodded. He then kissed him on the lips.

"Hmm…what times the concert?" Brendan had to think for a moment. "I think around two in the afternoon," Ryan watched as Brendan drank his water. "Where were you when I woke up?" Brendan looked at him. "I went to the lobby to get some breakfast, I got you a bagel," He handed Ryan the bagel with cream cheese on the side.

"Thanks," "Soo… when are you going to shave, some of the fan girls hate it," Ryan looked at him with the bagel in his mouth. "By "fan girls" do you mean you?" Brendan laughed. "Yes, but some of the real fan girl hate it too," Ryan sighed. "Everyone is telling me to shave, but I'm too lazy," He leaned back onto the head board, nibbling on his bagel. Brendan got up and went into the bathroom. Ryan watched as he came back with a razor. "Brendan, what are you doing?" He smiled.

"I'm going to shave it off for you," "What?!" "Come here, Ryan," Ryan quickly jumped out of bed and ran toward the door. Brendan jumped on his back, knocking him over. "Brendan, get off of me!" "No not until your all smooth and clean, my sexy kitty," Ryan blushed. "Don't worry I won't hurt you, I've done this before, remember?" He nodded, still blushing. "Hey why are you blushing?" Ryan blushed even more. Brendan smiled and kissed him on the lips.

Ryan moaned as Brendan slipped his tongue into his mouth. His hands roamed Ryan stomach. "Ah…Brendan your hands are cold," He licked his neck and down Ryan's chest. Brendan's other hand rubbed up against Ryan's lower body. "Brendan, please, we-we have to get ready, ahh…" "Now now, we still have to shave you," Ryan took a deep breath. Brendan grabbed the razor.

"Ready?" Ryan nodded. Jon was walking by when he heard a slam on Brendan's door. He jumped, but then kept walking. "Brendan, Ahh…" Ryan clung to him as Brendan slammed him against the door. They were both sweaty and wet. Ryan was completely naked and Brendan just had his pants on. "Brendan!" They both came and fell to the ground. Brendan fell next to Ryan, he cuddled into Brendan's chest. "Br-Brendan, we have to go," He kissed Ryan lightly.

In the van, Ryan sat in the back, his head on the window. Spencer looked at him. "Ryan, what's up with you?" Ryan looked over at him then sighed. "I'm so tired," Spencer laughed. "Then sleep, I'll just tell Brendan where you are, okay?" Ryan had already grabbed a pillow and fallen asleep. Spencer smiled and walked away. By the time Ryan woke up, they were on the road to the airport. "Hey, you awake?" Ryan just shut his eyes once again. Brendan smiled and played with his hair. Spencer and Jon had fallen asleep as well.

"Kill him!" Ryan ran as fast as he could. He was crying and holding his tummy. "Ryan!" "No! I don't want to die!" "Ryan, wake up!" His eye flew open and his hands admittedly went to his tummy. It was hard. He sat up. The band was surrounding him. "Ryan, what's wrong?" Ryan held his tummy and cried. "I need to see a doctor,"

He was quickly taken to the hospital. They all sat in the waiting room. Ryan had his head on Brendan's shoulder still crying eyes out. "Mr. Ross, please come this way," Both Brendan and Ryan got up. "Umm… excuse me its just Mr. Ross," "No!" They turned to Ryan. "I need him," The nurse nodded lightly and led them down the hall. "The doctor will be here shortly, please wait in this room," Once the two were in the room, Brendan cradled Ryan's face.

"Are you alright, are you going to be okay?" Ryan touched Brendan's hand and smiled. "I'm fine and I'm going to be okay, but I'm worried about something," Ryan moved Brendan's hand down to his lower stomach. "You feel that, it's hard. That's not normal, Brendan," He started crying. "I don't know what's wrong with me," "Well that's why you're here," They turned around and saw the doctor. "Hello, I'm Dr. McCulloch, and you must be Ryan Ross, please sit up on the table, and tell me what's wrong," "My stomach is hard and it feels like something is moving," Dr. McCulloch walked over to Ryan. "I'm going to have to ask you to lie down, please," He did as he was told and felt cold hands press against his stomach. Ryan flinched as the doctor touched the hard spot. "Hmm… we are going to have to do an ultra sound,"

Dr. McCulloch washed his hands and put gloves on. "Okay Ryan, I need you to lift your shirt up just a bit, I'm going to put some weird jelly on your stomach," He turned on the machine and pressed the "mouse" on Ryan's stomach. Dr. McCulloch kept moving it around trying to find whatever was in him. He stopped and looked at the screen with a confused look. "Ryan, was your mother pregnant with twins?" "No she just had me," Brendan held his hand. "Ryan, are you sexual active?" He looked at Brendan. "Yes," The doctor turned the machine.