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Ryan Ross did not cry. He didn't cry when his Mother left, he didn't cry when his Father died, and he sure as hell did not cry when his friends forgot his birthday. Touring can be bad for the mind. Ideas for songs occasionally forgotten, articles of clothing left at venues, and important dates go in one ear and out the other. In this case, it's Ryan's birthday.  Usually the guys are pretty good at remembering birthdays, if anything that's the one thing they're great at remembering. Ryan is more upset over the fact that Spencer forgot his birthday, seeing as they have been best friends since they were in diapers.  Every year, Spencer would c

Modern Mythology Part Two Pairing: Gabe/William, Ryan/Brendon and others. "Brendon!" Brendon dropped what he was doing and flitted across the plush hallway's carpet, quickly making his way into William's office.  He shut the door quietly behind him and stopped at the love seat on which his God was on. "Yes sir?" Brendon squeaked, his face flushed and eyes sparkling brightly. William groaned and removed his hand from his eyes, only to glare at his younger companion. "I told you not to call me that. We've known each other for centuries and yet you still call me sir, master, lord, or God. It's weird, stop it." Brendon's eyes widened and a

 "What if, one day, I just up and left? What would you do?"  Ryan's voice was clear as a bell in Brendon's living room. He was sitting on the couch with a book carelessly opened in his lap and the television turned on for background noise.  His brown curls were haphazardly arranged on his head because he had fallen asleep the night before with a head full of wet hair and had not yet bothered to brush it. Brendon stopped what he was doing in the kitchen, nearly dropping the glass he was about to put juice into.  He stepped into the doorway that connected the two spaces and stared at the back of Ryan's head.  Brendon cleared his throat. "Why d

"Ryan." One word; one word filled so much sadness it made his heart ache. Ryan paused his movements of filling his ratty bag, moving his head slightly so Brendon would know he had his attention.  He heard Brendon let out a shaky sigh and sit down on the bed. "You don't have to go." Ryan didn't have to turn around to see how upset Brendon was, he knew it, he could fucking feel it. "We could work something out, maybe...I dunno; maybe take a break for a while. Just hang out and not think about music. You don't have to...Y-you can't leave. We need you," Brendon paused and cleared his throat. "I need you." Ryan stood there, eyes closed and mout

William blanched. "Fuck to the no." Gabe only smirked and placed a hand on William's shoulder. "Too bad." "I'm not going to do that." "Yes, actually, you are going to that." "No, Gabe, I am not." William said firmly, his tone wiping any hint of playfulness off of Gabe's face. "Look, you embarrassed me, so it's only fair if I embarrass you and this is the only thing I could think of on such a short notice." "But-" Gabe hand tightened, stopping William from speaking. "That's what I thought. I want you to do it at lunch time so everybody can see you." With that being said, Gabe sauntered off. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ William had sulked through ha