A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, but it will get longer in time. Hope you guys like and review -frnkxoxo
Brendon's whimpers could be heard throughout the room filled with bunks, him having probably another nightmare about his mother and father. Something to do with home. With Alexander clutched in his grip tightly, he rolled over with another pleading whimper. Ryan was used to it by now, getting out of his bed to get into Brendon's. Ryan poked Brendon's shoulder, softly murmuring in his ear to scoot over. Brendon's eyes shot open, breathing heavily as he looked at Ryan with a fearful expression. Ryan got into bed with Brendon, getting under the covers with the young boy. Brendon relaxed with Ryan by his side, curling up against him happily.
"I-I'm sorry," Brendon muttered guiltily into his skin, throwing his tiny arm over Ryan's waist. Ryan let his arm sank under Brendon, placing his hand on his waist firmly to show he was going to here all night.
"Shh, it's fine Bren.." Ryan yawned, feeling Alexander in between them. Ryan had gotten used to Alexander being there, knowing he helped Brendon do anything he was afraid of. Ryan was grateful for the furry, stuffed lion. Ryan could hear Brendon snore after a while, knowing that he could fall asleep now. They spent most nights like this, wrapped up in each other's arms as they fell asleep. One time they got caught, but since it was Sister Abigail, she only shook her head with a soft smile towards them. She thought they were adorable together. Ryan smiled at the thought, shifting so that Brendon's head was buried in the crook of his neck. The door creaked open, showing most of the older boy's coming back from the younger boys' room. Ryan shook his head, not even wanting to fathom what happened to the poor boys, and fell asleep quickly by Brendon's side.
Brendon woke up with a yawn, a warm body pressed up against his frame. Brendon looked over to see Ryan staring at the white patterns on the ceiling, and poked him softly. Ryan looked over, smiling at him softly as he poked back.
"I-Is it early?" Brendon asked, looking at the barred window with his eyebrows knitted together. Brendon wondered why they were still in their beds, all of the rest of the guys still sleeping.
"Bren, it's Christmas! We get to sleep in," Ryan said excitedly, grinning now. Brendon's eyes went huge, it was Christmas already?! Brendon sat up a little, grinning along with Ryan now.
"Chr-Christmas?! Do w-we celebrate it?" Brendon asked, knowing they didn't celebrate Halloween like he wanted too. Brendon loved to dress up, he wanted to be Batman this year. Batman was his favorite super hero since he didn't have any superpowers and still kicked butt.
"Yeah, since it's celebrating Jesus or something," Ryan told, knowing that he wasn't a Christian himself, so he didn't care celebrating Jesus' birthday. He liked Christmas the regular way, snow, presents, Christmas tree, family and friends, and holiday food. Not praying to a God he didn't even believe in.
"Re-Really?!" Brendon sat up, now being very loud. Ryan shhed him, giggling as he nodded. "Merry Ch-Christmas R-Ry!" Brendon cheered, only in a more of a shout-whisper instead of yelling.
"Merry Christmas Bren," Ryan laughed, both of them sitting up, backs against the wall. Ryan leaned over, hugging Brendon before slipping off of his bed. "I got you something," Ryan quickly got under his bed to get the present, "Sorry, I couldn't wrap it." Ryan came back over quietly, handing the boy a bead bracelet that had their names on it. Brendon's eye lit up, smiling sweetly at Ryan as he put on the colorful bracelet.
"Th-Thank you!" he exclaimed, slipping it on easily, but it was tight enough not to slip down his wrist. Brendon played with it for a while, reading over and over in his head: Ryan and Brendon, Ryan and Brendon. It was so cute. Brendon's face soon fell, turning towards Ryan, "Bu-But, I didn't get an-anything for you." Brendon wanted to give Ryan something as well, now feeling guilty that someone got him a present. Ryan shook his head, waving his hand off as if it was nothing.
"I don't care Bren, you don't have too," he told the younger boy, knowing it was hard enough to get the martiles for the bracelet. Brendon still looked guilty, and Ryan poked him on the nose, 'I have you, that's enough for me." I have you by my side, that's all I need. Brendon slightly blushed, scrunching up his nose in a cute, funny way after Ryan poked it.
"F-Fine," Brendon sighed, smiling again as he wrapped his arms around Ryan's neck. Brendon could feel Ryan's arms wrap around him as well, making Brendon almost get pushed into the older boy's lap. Brendon pecked Ryan's cheek before releasing the boy and paying his attention to the bracelet. As Brendon played with the beads and string, Ryan watched him with blush painted across his cheeks. "W-When do we leave t-then?" the younger boy asked, looking up at Ryan with his huge brown eyes.
"We don't have a clock, but from my calculations, around twelve," Ryan answered, sniffing a little since during the winter time, he would easily get sick. It didn't matter if he was inside or outside, which to this, annoyed Ryan.
"Cal-cu-la.. What?" Brendon asked, frowning slightly. Since Brendon didn't pay that much attention in school, he didn't know the 'big' words the older kids would use. Ryan only chuckled, shaking his head a little.
"Calculation, it means.." Ryan stopped, wondering how he could put it in terms that the younger boy would understand. "Do you know what the word estimate means?" Ryan asked, knowing that he should at least know that word.
"Y-Yeah, it means a-about right?" Brendon asked, knowing they used the word estimate a lot in math. Ryan nodded with a tiny smile.
"Yeah, it means that sorta, like it's an guess pretty much," Ryan licked his lips, hearing some of the other older boys wake up loudly. Mostly groans and moans from them, whining about the bright light that shined through the barred windows. Brendon watched some of them, mostly focusing on Pete. Brendon couldn't let his guard down around that boy, knowing he would try something to harm him. He didn't understand really, he didn't see the fun and/or point in making fun of him. Maybe it's just an older boy thing. Brendon yawned, rubbing his eyes one more time before getting comfortable under the covers. Since they could sleep in, or relax, until twelve, Brendon wanted to rest. Ryan followed Brendon's lead, laying beside him as well.
"D-Do any of the S-Saints or Sisters give us pr-presents?" Brendon asked, wondering if they would have a somewhat normal holiday.
"Kinda, they fix us a really good breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I think that's their gift to us," Ryan said, knowing that they actually tried to cook on Christmas. Nothing burnt, nothing under cooked, nothing spoiled. Everything tasted good.
"T-That sounds nice," Brendon mumbled, his tiny frame curling against the older boy's body to get warm. Even if Brendon's skin was extremely warm all the time, him not being able to feel it, he could get very cold. That's why Ryan only could cuddle with the boy for so long until he almost suffocated in warmth. Brendon closed his eyes, not going to go to sleep, but it felt nice with his eyes shut.