Ryan’s dad beat him at least once a week. After each time, Ryan would run to the park, where his best friend Brendon was inevitably waiting for him. Brendon would put his arms around Ryan and let him cry, stroking his hair and whispering that everything would be ok, even though he knew it was a lie. "Ryan why do you keep going back home every time this happens?" Brendon asked softly. "I’m afraid he'll try and hurt whoever I’m with" Ryan said in a defeated voice. "Well I’m not scared. You’re staying with me tonight." It wasn’t a question. Ryan looked up at Brendon and knew this was not an argument he could win. A little while later they walked to Brendon’s house, Brendon’s arm around Ryan and Ryan leaning into Brendon. When they got inside Brendon started to make a bed for Ryan on the couch but Ryan stopped him. "I-I don’t wanna sleep alone tonight" (this is where my phone cut me off and I had to start a new one)
Brendon smiled and took Ryan’s hand and led him upstairs. Brendon made sure Ryan was comfortable before climbing in next to him. He put his arms around him again and closed his eyes. A few seconds later he opened them to find Ryan’s golden brown eyes staring into his own dark ones. "I’m really glad you're letting me stay here" they were quiet a minute before Brendon, his heart pounding wildly, moved his face forward an inch to touch his lips to Ryan’s. He heard Ryan gasp, but he also felt Ryan’s mouth open, letting Brendon’s tongue in, they kissed for a while, before Ryan pulled back to say "I’ve been waiting for that to happen for so long" Brendon smiled and brushed Ryan’s cheek with his hand.