A/N: Here's #7, heartbreaking I know, but trust when I say that things will get better. I've got 93 more to go!
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Ryan- 14
Eric- 16
His bags were packed. They were sitting in the backseat of Uncle Ron's car along with the bags of his brother, the back of his Uncle's SUV was full of the boxes and things that hadn't been shipped off to the new house. Of course all those things would have to be sorted through, and the new house would have to be sold. This was something that Ryan's Uncle had told him not to worry about though, he was too young to deal with any of it.
But Ryan found that he couldn't stop thinking about it. With his parents around he always knew what to expect, they had a routine for him. He found that tears came to his eyes as he tried to make a plan, tried to figure out what was going to happen next.
His parents had to have a plan after a doctor had diagnosed Ryan with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. After school he would come home, he would take his medications, do his homework, then he would usually go over to Eric's until dinner. Sometimes they would study together and he would help Eric with science while Eric would usually help him with math. But it was something that they usually decided on at least a day before. Eric has been surprisingly calm about the whole thing, and had been patient when listening to Ryan and helping him come up with plans.
Now the only thing that he knew was that He was going to Boston, nothing else. His mind was a whirl and wouldn't stop moving with thought. Ryan quickly brushed at his tears with the sleeve of his jacket. No one else had understood his OCD as well as his parents and Eric, and now he wasn't even going to have Eric around to help him.
He brought up his knees and dropped his head down onto his knees as his arms wrapped around his legs. Ryan had found his way up to the roof the night before he had to leave Miami. He didn't jump when a pair of arms wound their way around his shoulders and a head dropped on top of his.
"Hey," came they softly accented voice of Eric. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
"I could ask the same thing of you." Ryan retaliated. "You've got school in the morning. And as hard as it is to believe, the world does not revolve around Eric Delko."
Eric snorted. "I don't know who you've been listening to, but it most certainly does." For the first time in a week Ryan felt the corners of his mouth turn up in a smile. "And if what you say is true and it doesn't, then I think that it should change it's mind and start."
"You have a very large ego, you know that right?"
"I'm only reminded every so often by this certain guy. I guess he's pretty smart." He felt Eric shrug. "Got this weird thing though, where he likes to be organized, and clean, and make a plan. And I think that plans are overrated sometimes."
Ryan sighed a little and relaxed in Eric's arms. "But, I like my plans."
"You can't plan out your life, Ryan, it doesn't want to be planned out." Eric looked up at the stars that were visible in the night sky. "You didn't plan this moment, and what do you think of it right now?"
"A little bit like heaven."
