Chapter Ten

"Ryan's mad at me, and I don't know why," Brendon griped at Spencer, folding his arms in a childish manner. He was laying on his back in his bunk with Spencer's head leaning over the railing, his feet using Ryan's bed as a stepping stool.

"You sure you don't know why?" Spencer asked, prodding the side of Brendon's head with his finger.

"Of course, I don't know! If I knew, I wouldn't be here in my bunk! I'd be down there, all snuggly in his, but PRINCESS over there won't even be in the same room with me!" Brendon yelled his last words loud enough to carry into the living room to make sure Ryan could hear him on the couch.

"Just go apologize and all will be fixed," Spencer advised, already exhausted from Brendon's childish antics.

"Bust why should I apologize for something I don't even know I did?" Brendon sat up in his bunk to scowl at Spencer, only to have it answered with an even more vicious and demeaning glare. "Alright! I'm going!" Brendon stated, jumping down from his bed in surrender.

Brendon slid open the door to the front room only to be pushed into it and to hear a small metallic clink from behind him of the tiny locking mechanism behind him. "Not cool, Spence!" Brendon said, knocking on the door that lead into the bunk room.

"I don't care! Now shut up so me and Jon can get some sleep! It's two a.m. for fuck's sake!" Spencer said as Brendon watched the light go out from under the door.

Giving into Spencer's demands for the second time in one night, he stepped away from the door. "Ryan?" Brendon said, taking a few steps closer to the couch. "Are you awake?" Ryan was laying down on the couch with his face toward the back of the couch, a blanket strewn over him. "Great. You're asleep. Now I have to sleep on the floor," Brendon threw up his hands and sat on the floor next to the sofa.

"You're not even awake to hear my apology." Brendon pouted, not caring whether Ryan could hear him or not. "I'm just really sorry, Ry. For whatever it is I did. I was probably being an idiot, like always," Brendon picked at the carpet. "I really do like you, you know. Though," Brendon laughed softly, "you don't know. Because it's not like I've ever told you. Well, I'm telling you now!" Brendon trailed off, allowing his confession to be absorbed into the silent room. "I never want to lose you, Ry." Brendon reached up to grab his coat off the recliner to double as a blanket for the night. He laid down just below the couched Ryan, hoping he wouldn't get stepped on the next morning.

Ryan had stopped pretending to be asleep and rolled over onto his other side to have a look at Brendon. His jacket didn't even cover the entire of his upper body. Forgetting the reason he was mad at Brendon in the first place, he leaned down to plant a kiss on Brendon's forehead. Brendon's eyes bolted open at the touch and wrapped his arms around Ryan's neck before he had a chance to pull away.

"Ryan! You're not mad at me!" Brendon exclaimed, not caring if he woke up Jon and Spence.

"Yes, I am!" Ryan lied. "Now, get off!" he said, keeping his voice down and trying to pry Brendon's arms from around his neck.

"Then, why'd you kiss me? I've never seen anyone kiss the person they were mad at!" Brendon said with a grin glued to his face.

"I'm a complicated person!" Ryan cried out, finally escaping Brendon's grip to hide under his blanket, unable to think of a better excuse.

"Let me sleep up there with you, at least!" Brendon said rather than asked, already trying to push Ryan over to make room.

"There's no room! Go sleep in the tub!" Ryan's words muffled though the layer of fabric hiding his face from Brendon.

"What? I can't hear you with that blanket in your face," Brendon said, already halfway on the couch. Ryan pulled the blanket down just enough for his face to be shown.

"I said-" his last words were smothered by Brendon's lips.

"What were you saying?" Brendon asked in an innocent tone when their lips parted with a slight pop before nibbling at Ryan's ear.

"You..." Ryan said, hesitant to give in. "You can sleep up here, if you want," his cheeks aflame.

Brendon squealed in delight. "Now, move over!" he said, pushing Ryan over to the point where half of him was practically hanging off the edge of the couch.

"Brendon, this isn't working! I told you there wasn't room!" Ryan said trying to wiggle back into his spot. Brendon pulled Ryan on top of him so that Ryan's head was resting on Brendon's chest.

"Better?" Brendon asked.

"Better," Ryan agreed, planting another kiss upon Brendon, this time, on his lips. Brendon smiled.

"Good night, Ry," Brendon said before placing a kiss on Ryan's forehead.

"Night, Bren," Ryan added before cuddling into Brendon's chest.

Thank you so much for reading :D I know this one's short, but I love this chapter! I wrote it at about three in the morning so sorry if it stinks xp ~Ember