That Fragile Capricorn

"Hmm.."Brendon sighed as he woke up.

He didn't let his eyes open though, he didn't want to know where he was. Although, he could tell two things without opening his eyes. For one, he was in a bed, under the sheets. And, two, he was laying next to someone. Who though, he had no clue. He prayed though that the night before was all a dream and that it was Ryan next to him.

"Ryan." He mumbled the assumption as he cuddled up to the body beside him.

"Joe, actually." It was a laugh.

Brendon opened his eyes and with a scream he jumped backwards, off of the bed, taking the blankets with him and landing hard on his back to stare up at the ceiling. In an instant there was laughter from all around and the room started to slightly spin again.

"You okay?" Joe asked as he hung upside down off the edge of the bed to look at Brendon.

"I...think?" It was Joe's face that was spinning now.

"He'd better be, Joe." It was Jon's voice, Brendon recognized, stern and slightly angry. "Trohman, I told you not to scare him like that. If he has to go to the hospital, your paying his medical bill."

"Oh relax, Walker. He said he's fine." Joe rolled his eyes.

Brendon sat up then, rubbing his head and looking confused. How did I get here? Brendon thought as he pulled the sheets over his shoulders and around him, trying to cover his body. Am I even dressed? He shook his head, he didn't want to know the answer anymore. Just relax. It's only Joe, he wouldn't do that...would he? God, it's Joe! Of course he would!

"Joe...?" Brendon croaked, his mouth dry.

"Yees?" Joe accented on the 'e'.

"Did...did...we...um.." Brendon wasn't sure if he wanted to know anymore.

"Oh, why yes. Your such a screamer.You loved it and it would explain why your clothes are still on." Joe laughed at Brendon's face as he had started his answer.

"So, so we...didn't?" Brendon asked, confused but relieved he was still fully clothed.

"No! I wouldn't do that to you and Ryan." Joe laughed harder.

"Oh...where is he?" Brendon stood up.

"Kitchenette probably. I haven't seen him since we left last night."

"...What happened last night...exactly? How did I get here?" Brendon's mind was drawing up a blank.

"Well, I found you all sad and depressed and amazingly drunk at the bar, harassing some chick. So, I dragged you away and asked you what happened. You wouldn't tell me. Jon showed up and asked me to take you home, that you had 'obviously had way too much and were only going to get arrested if you stayed'. So, I did. Though, you collapsed in the middle of the 'living room' out there and I ended up carrying you to bed. Where you refused to let go of my arm. I guess we finally fell asleep." Joe explained, looking slightly confused at himself.

"Oh..." Brendon left the room without another word.

His mind was still fuzzy and his head throbbed like there was no tomorrow. To top it all off, half of the whole night was missing. He needed his glasses, he realized as that was the main cause of him thinking his mind was fuzzy, his vision was. Urie, what did you do to yourself? Better yet, what did you do to Ryan? He thought as he slowly made his way from one room to the other.

"Brendon, watch it! You feeling okay?" A fuzzy blob said as Brendon bumped into it, Pete?

"Where's Ryan?" Brendon didn't want to answer a question which he had no answer for.

"Spencer and him left."