The day was great as it always was when Ryan was with Brendon. This could never end and it never should end. This night is perfect in every way. They went out, watched a movie,  made out in the back of the movie theater, then went to dinner. All was paid by Brendon, which made Ryan suspicious for a little bit but then he stopped worrying and enjoyed himself on  the date. During the whole date it was a little hard to ignore how fidgety the brown-eyed boy was. It made no sense at all, Brendon kept acting like it was their last date, which was  absurd because Ryan had no reason to leave him and Brendon had no reason to leave Ryan. Sure he just graduated from high school and his parents are expecting him to go to  college, but it seems like he is just taking a gap-year to figure things out for the future. Plus, why go somewhere when he go to UNLV with Ryan?

The walk back to Ryan's was quiet, with no talking from either one of the boys. Just walking, hands clasped together and fingers laced. Ryan looked ahead while Brendon looked at his shoes and at the ground. When they got to the apartment building the door was opened and the boys walked in. Ryan's lived there since he turned eighteen and could legally move out and to him this was a blessing. Sure it wasn't the best place in town, but it was home and Ryan made the place really nice with all his stuff all around. It was messy, no one denied the  fact but it was nice messy. The door to the apartment swung open and they had a view of the living room. The boys walked in and toed off their shoes by the door, seeing as there was  no real need for shoes.

"Wanna watch a movie, Bren?" Ryan calls over his shoulder as he walked farther into the living room. He wanted nothing but to cuddle with the boy he loved and relax on the couch. That would be the perfect end to a perfect date, and that's what this evening was, prefect. Nothing, nothing could ruin it.

"Yeah, sure. Nightmare Before Christmas?" Brendon answered, his voice hopeful and eyes bright. It was his favorite movie and so he chose it. It never really mattered to him how many times he has seen the movie, every time he would sit and watch like it's the first time. His full lips spread into a wide smile when he saw a nod from the other boy. Quickly he skipped, yes Brendon skips, over to the couch and plopped down on it, waiting for Ryan to come over to him.

During the movie Brendon only moved once. He walked into Ryan's bedroom and spent a few minutes there, Ryan thought nothing of this, just one of those things you get used to when you date someone like Bren. When the movie ended Brendon said that he had to spend the night at his place and that he'll miss Ryan. The hug and kiss of good bye for the night took a whole new meaning the next morning when Ryan found a note with Brendon's neat cursive writing on the front.

'Dearest Ryan, I will miss you.'

Or so the front of the envelope claimed. That morning was the first time Ryan broke down since meeting Brendon. He didn't show up for classes, he didn't call in sick to work. He just didn't show up. At about five that afternoon William and Spencer were beating Ryan's front door down begging him to come out of the apartment. He told them to leave him alone. All he could do is sit in his bedroom and look at the pictures the two boys took together, promising to never part ways. A promise which Brendon broke.

That night flashed quickly in front of Ryan's eyes. Here he is, four years later with a English Lit degree, same apartment and same job along side his writing for a local magazine. Only he did this by himself, without help from the one he loved, but with plenty of help from his best friends who helped him get to where he is now, even if it's not much.

The new comer stopped in his track, looking up at Ryan, his eyes focused yet they still held the innocence that Ryan was so accustomed to. "Yeah, how did you know?" Let's get this clear, Ryan has changed in those four years, he's no longer the careless nineteen-year-old he was then. He dressed different from then, he looked different. His hair is shorter and lighter than it was back then, there were dark circles under his eyes that proving that the boy ofter suffered from insomnia. He looked like someone straight out of the 70's. But his voice and eyes which were very distinct stayed exactly the same as they were. So he was even more hurt when Brendon didn't recognize him. His vision began to swim before his eyes.

Next thing he hears is a dull thud and everything goes black.

A/N: Hey everyone! So here's the second chapter to this story. I want to thank everyone who commented the last one and told me that I don't totally suck at writing and that I should continue this. It made me smile like a crazy lunatic, people around me were staring at the insane girl who couldn't stop grinning. So this came out about the same time as I planned, which would be two days from when the last one was posted. And I'm still looking for someone to beta this, cause, well, I love to over use things like commas and using fragments and way too long run ons like this one! Thanks again for reading this. Next chapter should be up soon, 2-3 days.