Okay, so I kind of fail, for not posting anything in awhile. I know I know. Why do I even try right? Obv, no one reads my stuff, but my friends, but I'm okay with that. ^^

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'Ow.' Ryan said rubbing his head, when he woke up. He looked around himself. He was in a white room. The man stood up and was attacked by nausea and a fierce headache. He stood there for a few minutes with his eyes shut tight, until the pain subsided. He looked over to the other side of the room, and there laid Brendon. It looked like he was asleep, just like Ryan had been a few minutes earlier.

Ryan grumbled to himself. Whoever kidnapped him- the first person that came to his mind, of course was Pete. Why? Because he's just the type of person that would do this. Along with Jon, maybe. Mostly Pete. Their were no doors, no windows. He felt like he was in a goddamn dungeon or something. Fuck.

'What the hell?' Brendon almost yelled from the other side of the room, holding his head, he must've got the same headache. 'Where the hell are we?' Brendon said, when he noticed Ryan was there too.

'I..' Ryan replied quietly. Brendon got up and walked over.

'What?'

'I said, I don't know..do you know?'

'If I knew, do you think I would ask you?' Brendon said a little more bitter than he had meant for it to sound.

'Fuck you.'

'Why do all our conversations end up like this?' Brendon said, and Ryan heard a little bit of sadness in his voice.

'I don't know, maybe you should ask someone else, since I apparently don't know anything.' Ryan spat.

'Listen, I'm sorry. But I really think, we should try to get out of here.'

'Whatever, how do you think we got in here?'

'My bet is on the aliens.'

Ryan rolled his eyes. 'I'm betting on Pete or Jon.'

'Yes.' Brendon nodded. 'That would be more likely..' He trailed off.

'And whoever kidnapped us, could've at least picked a different color. It's so white it's almost fucking blinding.' Ryan chuckled.

'Why are you laughing? What if we're in here forever? What if we die here?' Brendon started, his voice getting more high pitched after every word he said. 'What if we starve? What if the aliens did kidnap us and they try to kill us? Or rape us? What if they dissect us? Why? Why us? Out of-'

Ryan pushed him up against the walls, and he was less than a centimeter away from Brendon's mouth.

'Shut up.' The older man ordered and pressed his lips against the younger's.

Brendon didn't really know what to do. Sure he had been kissed before. Well not been kissed, but he had kissed girls and why was he thinking when Ryan's lips were against his? He finally reacted and opened his mouth and Ryan quickly took the opportunity and deepened the kiss. Brendon kissed back while Ryan grabbed his wrists and pinned him against the wall, Brendon moaned into the kiss. He hated losing control. He was always in control. Ryan pulled back, and Brendon didn't know why until Ryan was breathing heavily, he obviously needed oxygen.

'Wow.' Ryan gasped.

'Maybe I should freak out more often?'

'Shut up.' Ryan said, a little more playfully, and started kissing him again.

xxx

'Thanks for the help Gabe.' William whispered in his ear later. Brendon and Ryan, who found their way out and on to the couch, were cuddled up on the other couch opposite them.

'No problem, Bilvy, you're just a little matchmaker.' Gabe said with a smile playing on his mouth.

'Shut up.' William giggled into his side.

'Who should we work on next?'

'Jon and Spencer, of course.' Gabe smiled and help William close.