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So I realize that my comment was pretty much bland and empty so let me rephrase:

I love the idea of them being best friends, being separated, and forgetting each other before they meet again as a part of the band. :)

Oh my goodness. This was wonderful. Quite amazing. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed this.

But to sleep and to hold each other and to wake up the next day and go on.

It didn't end like other stories would. Normal stories will have happy endings, sad endings or whatsoever but this, this shows that life story really never ends. ♥

wow. One of your bests in my opinion. absolutely fantastic.
It was so sad but yet it gave hope somehow.
bravo

I cried.
When it ended, and I stopped scrolling, I was all sad.
I wanted more, but was satsified.
This gave me hope, for some reason.
You writing is just that cool.

I believe in you...
<3 I give it 2395472985749857945 stars.
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We would never let anyone hurt you, understand? Nobody is going to hurt you this time.”

Ryan’s mouth opened a fraction of an inch and he stared at Brendon as if he had never seen him before (or maybe as if he were seeing him again). “I remember you.” His voice cracked and he threw his arms around Brendon’s neck, crying quietly into his shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t think it—“

“Well, that’s why I didn’t know.” Ryan said, half laughing. “You never used to talk and now you never shut up.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Brendon gave a smile, lips brushing Ryan’s cheek. “Ready to try this again?”

“Keep me safe?” Ryan’s voice was a breath, the words barely audible.

“I promise.”

Oh dear. That part won me over for this, and I wasn't even done reading.



“I don’t believe in Heaven, Brendon.” Ryan said dryly.

“You don’t need to.”

At the cemetery, Ryan knelt beside his father’s gravestone and scribbled the two words with the marker Brendon handed him. They left, hand in hand, to go back to Brendon’s and sleep, maybe dream, maybe not. But to sleep and to hold each other and to wake up the next day and go on.

“Will you be okay?”

“Maybe.”

Brendon’s lips brushed against Ryan’s cheek just like they had the first day they had spoken. “I believe in you.”

Sweet, sweet ending. The repitition of a scene is a style I love to read and write, and I was thrilled when you used it. As well as the 'kid in one scene, older in the next, etc.' It just worked here, all of it. Brendon and Ry as childhood friends, then meeting again. It was the fate concept, but since you wrote it it somehow becomes more meaningful.

There's not really much to say that wouldn't derive from the usual comments I give you, Dru. Your style is simplistic but powerful, emotion seeping from common words you somehow made magical.

My first comments in weeks. Hope it didn't suck too much. :hug:

Boyscout.:

Wonderful one-shot. Childhood isn't always filled with great memories, is it?

The relationship between Ryan and Brendon is so pure in this story. You really told that well in the story, how much the friendship means to Ryan. Brendon keeps him standing, keeps him together.

Friendships like that are special, Brendon just has to be there, and he's already calming Ryan down.

Very original plot, and like always; very well written. I like how the story starts out with them as kids, and goes like that for a little while, then jumps to him being older.

Favorite lines:

He bit the eraser off his pencil and spit it into his hand, dropping it on the floor when no one was looking.

No matter how smart Brendon is for his age, he's still a regular sneaky kid :lmfao

Ryan didn’t say anything, just continued to kick at the back of the passenger seat.

”Do you understand me, Ryan Ross?”

Kick. Kick. Kick.

”RYAN ROSS!”

“Leave me alone.” Kick.

You've managed to get the personality of a child dead-on in this story. I can just picture a little Ryan Ross pouting at his mother, with his arms crossed over his chest, kicking the seat just to piss off his mother.

But to sleep and to hold each other and to wake up the next day and go on.

The last paragraph, not in italics, kinda seems like they got a happy ending, but really it's just that they're going to get by. Day by day, ready to face anything coming at them; because as long as they have each other, as long as Ryan has Brendon, things will be ok.

The part in italics, I love how that was repeated. It added more to the end of the story. It's like, lingering on the past, and what happen, and how the friendship between the two boys is so strong.

:cheese:
Thank you.
Especially for the comment on the ending.
The ending was a pain in the ass to figure out.

i am crying right now.....

I believe in you..

Wonderful one-shot. Childhood isn't always filled with great memories, is it?

The relationship between Ryan and Brendon is so pure in this story. You really told that well in the story, how much the friendship means to Ryan. Brendon keeps him standing, keeps him together.

Friendships like that are special, Brendon just has to be there, and he's already calming Ryan down.

Very original plot, and like always; very well written. I like how the story starts out with them as kids, and goes like that for a little while, then jumps to him being older.

Favorite lines:

He bit the eraser off his pencil and spit it into his hand, dropping it on the floor when no one was looking.

No matter how smart Brendon is for his age, he's still a regular sneaky kid :lmfao

Ryan didn’t say anything, just continued to kick at the back of the passenger seat.

”Do you understand me, Ryan Ross?”

Kick. Kick. Kick.

”RYAN ROSS!”

“Leave me alone.” Kick.

You've managed to get the personality of a child dead-on in this story. I can just picture a little Ryan Ross pouting at his mother, with his arms crossed over his chest, kicking the seat just to piss off his mother.

But to sleep and to hold each other and to wake up the next day and go on.

The last paragraph, not in italics, kinda seems like they got a happy ending, but really it's just that they're going to get by. Day by day, ready to face anything coming at them; because as long as they have each other, as long as Ryan has Brendon, things will be ok.

The part in italics, I love how that was repeated. It added more to the end of the story. It's like, lingering on the past, and what happen, and how the friendship between the two boys is so strong.

naaw <3
this was beautiful
I had to fought hard not to cry when Ryan "remembered" him, it was so adorable and then the last line *sobs*

OhGod.
This was absolutely amazing.
So sentimental, I just...adored it. The way you portrayed them and their friendship, so close, so adorable.
I'm gonna feel a bit guilty for what I say next.
But sometimes I find it difficult to concentrate when reading stories, despite the fact my mind is telling me that they're brilliant. I've had some difficulty reading a few of your stories because of my uh. Habit of getting easily distracted.
But this honestly kept me captivated the whole way through.
Fantastic.

This is beautiful and I do not mean that lightly.
My favorite lines:

Five-year-olds weren’t supposed to think. They were supposed to listen and do. Use their imagination, sure, but not think.

“My mom says you can come over after school sometime if you want....I think she thinks I’m making you up.”

“I didn’t want the first chance!”

“So practice tonight?”
“Well, apparently.”

Because Brendon meant things differently than most people, he thought differently than most people, he was different from most people.

aislngkldfsf. oahrgl;fd'v.

oiewrfnmg.

Can't talk.

Too...Much...'mazing...

foagnjkbhbv.

:oops:

I am a lucky bitch that the first thing I see when I log on is the newly updated stories...

...I can honestly say I think this is one of my favorite stories you've written.
It reminds me of Ryan's old journals especially that one line 'every picture takes a piece of me' for obvious reasons, I would think.

The camera sees through you, Brendon.
I lovelovelove that line.
So much.
'Cause it's so damn true.

I loved it Dru.
Wonderful.

Wow...this is just...too good for words, but I'll put it in words anyway...

I love how original the storyline is, and the character's personalities are so realistic, and it's so sweet in a sort of...dark...way.

I believe in you...

I nearly cried when I read that line. So much emotion put into four words...beautiful.

You hit the bulls-eye with this one, Dru. This is truly worthy of my approval (if I had the authority to give approval).

*applauds you*

My newest story.
Panic! at the Disco.
Oneshot.
Ryan character fiction.
Ryan and Brendon friendship portrayal.
No slash really.

Happy reading?

xoxox
-Dru