You're Right That It's Wrong To Spend the Night Alone

I forced a smile onto my face.
"Oh... Awesome. Yeah, go for it."

"You don't mind?"

Of the fuck course I do!
"No way, Bren. Whatever makes you happy...Hey, I'm, uh, gonna go make some Ramen, yeah?"

"Kay?"

"Want some?"

"Sure."

I rolled out of my bunk, onto the floor, and barely stumbled up to my feet as I felt a tear slide down my cheek.

I was boiling water in the microwave when I heard Spence. "Ry?"

I stiffened. "Yeah?" I still faced away from him.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sure. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Ryan... Look at me."

I peered into the microwave, running my hands over my face to wipe away the tear tracks.

"Ryan?" I felt his hand rest on my hips gently.

I rested my head back on his shoulder.

"You're not okay," he whispered.

"I'm fine. Tired."

"Ryan-"

"I am FINE, Spencer."

He sighed. "Love you, Ryro."

"Love you too, Spencey."

He slowly let go, and walked away.

The noodles finished, and I brought back two mugs, one for Brendon and one for me.

I sat in my bunk silently as he squealed, grabbing the cup and kissing my cheek. "You're the best!"

I smiled shallowly, letting the happy facade fall after a minute.

Brendon ran a hand over my cheek. "Are you okay?"

I nodded.

He looked at me closer and gasped. "Don't tell me you're crying!"