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Don't You Float Away. [2/2.]
Title: Don't You Float Away. [Standalone.]
Author: trishapocalypse/causticmayhemx
Pairing: Ryan Ross//Brendon Urie.
Rating: NC17.
Words: 4543.
Summary: [AU.] After Ryan Ross gets the scare of his life, he knows that some good has to come out of the situation. And there is, in the form of Brendon Urie.
Disclaimer: I simply use their names; the personalities, dialogues, and storyline within this are the product of my imagination. Therefore: this = fake.
Dedication: The Starting Line. Thank you for being amazing musicians.<3
A/N: Enjoy. =] [Also, for anyone interested, I have started the sequel to Burning Bridges and it is in my journal, if you want to read. *nudge* ]



part one.



It was a week later when Ryan found the courage to not ignore Brendon's late night phone calls and mid-day text messages. His afternoon class was cancelled so he headed on over to Brendon's high school, remembering the name from one of their random conversations while shopping, and he pulled into a free parking space. He wasn't sure what time he got out, it couldn't have been too far off since it was already nearly three. Ryan climbed out of his car, locked the doors, and walked up to the pillars in front of the school. He leaned against one of them, trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible and hoping that Brendon actually left through those doors.

"Ryan?"

Ryan stood up straight, shoving his hands deeper in his pockets, and he smiled over at Brendon. "Hi."

Brendon walked over to him, a friend by his side. "What are you doing here?"

"Um. I just. My class got cancelled. Thought I'd surprise you. So... Surprise?"

Brendon laughed. "Oh, shit. Um, Ryan Ross, this is my friend, Jon Walker. Jon, this is Ryan."

"Oh, the kid who was chased?"

Ryan flushed. "Yeah. That's. That's me."

Jon stuck out his hand. "Nice to meet you."

"You, too."

"So, um, Bren, you need a ride home?"

"I got it covered," Ryan said, uncharacteristically bold.

Jon nodded. "All right. I'll see you tomorrow, Bren."

"Yeah, sure," Brendon said, distracted. When his friend finished walking away, Brendon smirked a little. "You 'got it covered,' huh?"

Ryan shrugged. "Yeah. Um. I actually wanted to talk to you. About-- About something. Is it. Is it a bad time?"

"No, not at all. Jon was supposed to take me to youth after school; Monday night is an activities night," he rolled his eyes. "But no. I'd rather be with you. Like. Hang out with you and... You know what I mean," he laughed.

Ryan smiled. "Cool. Um. My car is this way."

"I love your Mustang. I'd marry it but um. I think that's illegal," Brendon said, walking over to it.

He laughed.

"And don't even think about making the multiple wives Mormon joke-- It's pretty damn old."

"I wasn't even going to-- Okay, I was," Ryan admitted, pressing the automatic car unlock button on his key chain. "Where do you wanna go?"

Brendon shrugged. "Wherever."

"My house okay? It's not too far."

"Sure thing," he smiled. "Hey, can you put the top down? Is it. Can you do that?"

Ryan laughed. "Sure. I seriously think this is the coolest car on earth, to be honest," he said, climbing into his car and starting it. He pressed the button on the dash to put the top back.

Brendon clapped. "Yay." He reached towards the radio, instantly changing the channel, and turning it up rather loud. He dug his sunglasses from the front pocket of his bag and put them on, buckling up. "Okay, be honest. How hot do I look right now?"

"Pretty damn hot," Ryan said, nodding, pulling his own white-framed sunglasses on and pulling out of the parking stall.

A few of Brendon's classmates stopped to stare at him, unsure of what to say, and Brendon just laughed at their response as Ryan sped off towards his house. "My classmates are speechless," he said loudly to be heard over the wind.

"Why's that?"

"Because I'm a nerd and I'm always sitting in the corner with a book."

Ryan laughed.

"They're gonna think I bagged myself a rich guy. Will you be my sugar daddy?"

He laughed louder. "Sure."

"Finally getting out of that uncomfortable thing?"

"Yeah, definitely," Ryan admitted, turning onto his street and pulling in his driveway.

Brendon glanced up at the house as Ryan put the top back up. "Shit. You are rich."

"No," Ryan said, cutting off the engine and getting out of the car. "Not rich rich."

Brendon got out of the car, following Ryan up to the door. "Then what kind of rich?"

"The kind of rich where both my parents work insanely hard and they don't give me any of it," Ryan said. "I've never gotten an allowance, I've only gotten gifts on my thirteenth, sixteenth, and eighteenth birthday. They don't see the point in giving them any other time."

"What about Christmas?"

"A couple then, but they don't see the point," he told him, leading him past the huge living room and up the flight of stairs, into his room. "We don't have maids or anything, or a cook. I clean the house, usually, and my dad and I cook most the meals. My mom's usually working."

Brendon sat his back pack down on the floor. "What do your parents do?"

"My dad's an engineer, he owns his own company. My mom's a corporate lawyer."

He nodded. "Can I. Is it all right if I sit?"

"Yeah, of course," Ryan said, sitting on his own bed and kicking his shoes aside.

Brendon sat down next to him. "So. What did you want to talk to me about?"

Ryan sighed. "Okay. I need to find my words. I-- I actually wrote about it, in a paper. But I don't want you to read it. So I'll. I'll say it, I'll speak it. Just give me a second."

"Okay, sure," he said, kicking off his own shoes. "Say it when you're ready."

He took a deep breath, and he took five minutes, before nodding. "Okay. You. You remember what we were talking about in the department store that day? When you-- Uh, when you--"

"When I kissed you?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, that. Um. I was. I was thinking about it, about how I said that's all I could-- All I could give you. And um. I realized that I-- I want to give you...more," he said. "God, I'm explaining this badly, I'm sorry. I just. I've given it some thought, I don't just jump into things. And I've been thinking about it, you, a lot. So. I just. I...like you."

"That was a lot of rambling for the only three words that matter," Brendon said, smiling, elbowing his side lightly.

Ryan laughed. "I suck at speaking."

"It's okay. I like you, too."

"This feels so weird," Ryan said. "Like. Everyone would probably think that, because I'm older, I'd have it all figured out and I'd know what I want. But I didn't. Not until... Not until you came along," he admitted. "God, I've had the most fucked up childhood. I've never known what I want, ever, because nothing was ever handed to me. I had to work for it, reach for it all, and I'm still doing that now. And because of that, I've never had the chance to really...find out what I want, you know?"

Brendon nodded.

"And it feels like all of that has just been...switched. Reversed. And it's like. All of a sudden, I just. I know. And that's a bit scary because I never thought that could happen so quick, as quick as it has. And I don't know how to react to it and my first instinct was to push it away, because I do that to things that scare me, which is a bad quality. Because the scary things are usually the best ones. But. I've. I've never considered myself gay or straight or whatever, I just. I like who I like. And I like you. And I'm...going to stop rambling now," Ryan said, looking down at his hands.

Brendon reached over and covered his hands with his own. "You have it all figured out?"

"I wish I did," Ryan laughed slightly.

"You don't have to, you know."

"I know. But I always have. Except this...love life thing," he admitted.

"Just let it come to you. You don't plan or figure out love. It happens when it happens," Brendon told him.

Ryan nodded. "I know, I just. I want to. I always have."

"It comes naturally," Brendon said, scooting closer, pressing his lips gently against the side of his neck. "You just have to go with it."

He nodded again.

"Um. Have you kissed a boy before?"

Ryan shook his head. "Um. Not a real kiss. But a kiss. I must sound pathetic, huh? Eighteen and--"

"Not many boys go around kissing other boys," Brendon laughed. "Do you want to?"

"Want to what?"

"Really kiss a boy?"

Ryan blushed a bit, smiling, and he nodded. "Yeah. So uh. Where is he?" he asked, pulling away and looking around the room.

Brendon laughed, wrapping a hand around Ryan's throat and pressing their lips together. Ryan stilled at first touch and relaxed as Brendon's fingers massaged the back of his neck. Ryan moaned slightly, unknowingly, and practically melted under Brendon's fingers and lips. He tentatively rested a hand on Brendon's shoulder, fingers digging in slightly when he felt Brendon's tongue brushing across his lips, startled, and he pulled away.

"Sorry," Brendon whispered.

Ryan shook his head. "No. I am. I just. Startled," he laughed shakily.

Brendon smiled. "Again?"

Ryan nodded. "Yeah, definitely."

"Good," Brendon laughed slightly, leaning in again, meeting Ryan in the middle.

This time, when Ryan felt Brendon's tongue across his lips, he didn't pull away; he pulled Brendon even closer.

****



"Do you want to stay for dinner?" Ryan asked, fingers still wrapped around Brendon's.

He nodded. "Yeah. But. I'm not hungry," he smiled.

Ryan blushed. "Um. We don't. Have to eat. You can just...stay longer?"

"Yeah. Okay. I'll call my mom to let her know," Brendon said, showing no signs of moving.

"You have to, you know, move to do that," Ryan told him.

Brendon nodded. "I know."

Ryan laughed. "Call her."

Brendon sighed, exaggerated. "If I have to."

Ryan kissed his forehead quickly. "You do. I'm going to go see if my parents are home."

"All right."

Ryan stood up, walking towards the door, only releasing Brendon's fingers when he had to. He slipped quietly out his bedroom door, running a hand through his hair to smooth it down and he tried to smooth the wrinkles out of his shirt. He walked downstairs, peering into his mother's study to see she wasn't there. Unsurprised, he walked towards the living room to see his father sitting on the couch, watching television. "Hey, dad."

His father looked away from the television, smiling at his son. "Hey, Ry. How was class?"

"English was cancelled," he said.

"Nice. So, uh, you have a girl up in your room or something?" he asked, motioning towards his son's disheveled appearance, smiling knowingly.

"Um, no," Ryan told him. "I don't."

"So what's with the--"

"She said I could stay, Ryan!" Brendon said happily, skipping down the stairs and walking over to Ryan. "Isn't that-- Hi, Mr. Ross," he smiled. "I-- We didn't know you were home."

Mr. Ross nodded. "Ryan. A word?"

"Okay," Ryan said.

Brendon mouthed an apology, patting Ryan's arm before walking over to the stairs. He didn't go up, he just sat there, silently, wondering if he'd be able to overhear Ryan and his father's conversation.

"Dad, I--"

His father shook his head. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Ryan sighed. "I-- I don't know. Honestly. I just. I like him. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize for liking someone, Ryan. I just wish I had a heads up on this sort of thing," his father told him.

"You're. Not mad?"

"No," he said, truthfully. "Just. He's in high school. He's Mormon. Are you sure this isn't some phase for him? I don't want that to happen to you. If you're sure about his feelings for you, then that's fine. I just don't want this to be an experimentation phase for him."

Ryan nodded. "I know you don't. And I am. Sure. I think, anyway."

"Did you talk to him about it?"

He shrugged. "Not really."

"Maybe you should."

"Okay, I will," he said, nodding. "Really."

"Okay," his father sighed, patting his shoulder. "I'm going to. Go pick up some food. Do you want anything in particular?"

"No, thank you."

"I'll be back in a while," he said, grabbing his wallet and keys and heading out the door.

Ryan scratched at his arm before walking over to the stairs, stopping when he saw Brendon sitting there. "Were you eavesdropping?"

Brendon nodded.

Ryan felt himself smile. "Let's go upstairs."

"All right," Brendon said, leading the way up. Once in Ryan's room, he sat down on his bed. "It's not a phase."

Ryan shut the door behind him, leaning against it. "It's not?"

"No," Brendon repeated. "It really isn't. I'm not that boy, Ryan. I'm not the boy who's all unsure of his sexuality and what he wants. I'm not the boy who's going to mess around with people's feelings, their hearts. I know who I am and I know what I want. So please don't think I'm playing you, okay?"

"I don't think that," Ryan told him. "I really don't. I just. This whole thing is new to me, and it isn't to you."

Brendon nodded slowly. "O...kay?"

Ryan sighed, walking over and sitting down next to him. "If anyone's unsure here, it's me. I'm not leading you on, though. I know that. I like you, a lot, and I like what we have...so far--" Brendon smiled, "--I just. Want to take it slow. But not, like, spinster slow. I'm a growing boy, you know."

Brendon laughed. "We'll take it at whatever speed you want, don't worry about it."

"But I do. I just..." he sighed. "I don't want to get hurt."

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"No one ever says they're going to, Brendon."

"I know. But I don't plan on it. And I don't want to. And I don't do things that I don't want to do," he told him. "You can trust me."

Ryan nodded. "So this isn't a phase? Like, it's not an anti-Mormon phase?"

Brendon laughed. "No. It's not. I don't get off on rebellion. Well, not usually," he winked at Ryan.

Ryan smiled, flushing slightly. "Good."

****



"So can you pick me up from school tomorrow?" Brendon asked.

Ryan nodded. "I might be a couple minutes late- My last class gets out at two thirty."

"That's cool. I can wait. So, um. Can I stay over this weekend?"

"Mmm. My boyfriend is forward."

Brendon smiled. "Yes. I am. But my sister is having this slumber party thing and her little friends always hit on me and try to get me to sing Disney songs and do their hair and..." he shook his head. "I'd rather be with you anyway."

Ryan laughed. "I want to kiss you goodbye."

"So do it."

"Your parents could be watching."

"So?"

"Are you out?"

"No."

"Then that isn't the best idea," Ryan smiled.

Brendon rolled his eyes. "Mental kiss?"

"Kay," he paused for a minute. "Was it good for you?"

"Not done yet," Brendon said, eyes shutting and he smiled, sighing. "Man. It was great."

Ryan laughed. "You're crazy."

"But adorable."

"Sure."

"No, I am. Say it."

"Okay. You are."

"No, say it. Say I'm adorable."

"You're adorable," Ryan said, rolling his eyes.

"No, you have to say it like you mean it!"

Ryan laughed. "I'll see you tomorrow after school, B," he said, hugging him quickly.

"Ryan! You have to say it!"

"Bye, Brendon." Ryan smiled, waving, and he climbed into his car, leaving Brendon standing on the porch, arms crossed, pouting. He pulled out of the driveway and, when he was five minutes away, he picked up his phone and flipped it open. He stopped at a red light and quickly texted Brendon the words he refused to say when they were on the porch. The light turned green and he sped off towards his house, feeling the phone vibrate in his lap. He picked it up, holding it up next to the wheel so he could still watch the road, and opened the message, revealing a smiley face. He shook his head, setting his phone down. Brendon definitely was something else.

****



"Who are you waiting on, Bren?"

"Ryan," Brendon said, unable to stop himself from smiling, as Jon walked over to him.

"Ah, big night?"

He shrugged. "I'm staying at his house this weekend. My sister's having a slumber party."

"Smooth. And convenient considering our conversation earlier consisted of how much you want to blow him," Jon scrunched up his face. "Which is information I did not need, by the way."

Brendon laughed. "Well, I can't help it."

"You make it sound like he's a prude or something. Rich guys usually aren't prudes; they're usually whores," he said.

"He's not rich or a prude," Brendon said. "His parents have money, he doesn't. He works all the time and goes to school."

"But the car--"

"Was a graduation gift," he told him. "And he's not a prude, really."

"So he just doesn't put out?"

Brendon rolled his eyes. "He's getting used to the whole thing, me and him. I've been with guys before, he hasn't, so he's getting comfortable with the whole thing. I'm not rushing him."

"But you want to?"

"Sometimes," he admitted, shrugging. "But not enough to pressure him or get mad about it."

Jon nodded slowly. "I get it. Kind of."

He laughed. "It's really not that complicated. And, you know, he's worth it," he said, shrugging again.

"You love him," Jon smiled.

"I've known him for a month."

"And yet you love him."

"It's been one month," he repeated.

"And yet you aren't denying it."

Brendon rolled his eyes. "I might. I don't know. Like I said, it's been a month. And I like him, a lot. He's great. But it's not love. Not yet. You know?"

Jon shrugged. "Yeah."

Brendon sighed. "God, where the hell is he? I want him here now, I'm hungry, and he makes me food."

Jon laughed. "He makes you food?"

"He's an incredible cook," Brendon said. "Seriously. Incredible. He makes the best mac'n cheese ever."

Jon laughed harder. "It's not that hard to make mac'n cheese!"

"Yeah, well, his is great," Brendon told him. "Like, so great."

"I don't see how it could be great unless you were eating it off of him."

"I'd do that," Brendon said thoughtfully. "That'd be really hot. Like, his chest? Oh my God, Jon, he's so beautiful."

Jon groaned. "Ew. Just. Brendon. No."

Brendon laughed, looking back out into the parking lot as he saw Ryan's red Mustang pull in and stop right in front of him, the top down. "Bye, Jon!" he said, skipping over to the car and jumping in over the door. He leaned over and kissed Ryan quickly, in front of his class mates, uncaring.

"Sorry I'm late. My professor kept talking and he didn't shut the fuck up and I just. I walked out," Ryan said.

"You just walked out of your class?"

"Yeah, I didn't want to be even more late."

"You're great," Brendon said, kissing him again. "Let's get to your place," he suggested, waving goodbye to Jon.

****



"Did you even bring a change of clothes?" Ryan asked, walking into his room behind Brendon.

Brendon threw his book bag on the floor. "I think I have a clean shirt in my bag. I know I brought my tooth brush though! No one wants to kiss someone with bad breath."

"Who says we'll be kissing at all this weekend?" Ryan asked, smiling.

Brendon walked over to him, wrapping his arms around his neck. "Who says we'll be doing anything but kissing this weekend?"

"I think I can resist you."

"You do? Really?"

Ryan nodded. "I'm confident in my abilities and self-control."

Brendon shook his head. "I don't think so."

"Wanna bet?"

"No. I don't want to see you lose," Brendon smiled, leaning up to kiss the side of his neck. "Let's take a nap. I'm tired."

"You're tired? I thought you never got tired?"

He shrugged. "I'm sleepy. Let's cuddle," he said, kicking off his shoes and crawling under the covers.

"How can you sleep in jeans?" Ryan asked, frowning. He kicked his own shoes aside, shrugging off his button up and pushing his jeans down. He didn't look Brendon in the eye, slightly embarrassed, and he crawled under the covers next to him.

"I don't," Brendon said, removing his jeans under the blankets and tossing them aside. He curled up against Ryan's side, resting his head on the pillow next to his. "You okay?"

He nodded.

"Relax, beautiful," he said, resting a hand on his chest, rubbing it back and forth slowly. "I just want to sleep."

"I know," Ryan said, slowly turning to his side so he was facing Brendon. "I've been thinking."

"About?" Brendon asked, his eyes drifting shut.

"Things. You and me," he started slowly. "About how um. I think I'm ready. To take it to the next level."

Brendon's eyes snapped open.

"Physically," Ryan added awkwardly.

"Really?"

He nodded. "I mean. I know you want to and--"

"Hey, don't think you want to do that just because I do," Brendon said. "I'm not going to pressure you, ever--"

"No, I know. And I've been...intimate before, just. Not with people I actually care about," he said slowly. "And I care about you a lot. And I want to, I want to know what it's like. You know?"

Brendon smiled. "You're sure?"

"Definitely. I think I was sure the minute you kissed me."

He laughed a little bit. "Okay. This weekend?"

Ryan smiled slowly. "Soon?"

"Eager, are we?"

Ryan laughed. "Definitely," he admitted, scooting closer to him.

"I'm so okay with that," Brendon laughed, kissing the front of Ryan's neck. "So okay with that."

****



"Oh dear God."

Brendon sat up, smiling. "Good?"

Ryan ran a hand through his hair, slowly sitting up. "Yeah," he said, blushing. "Definitely a yes."

He practically beamed. "Go me."

Ryan laughed. "That was a. Fairly awkward moment to say that."

"No, it wasn't! Just because I gave you head, doesn't mean I can't be cute ol' me," Brendon smiled.

Ryan flushed harder at his blatant terminology.

"Don't blush, baby," Brendon said, scooting up closer to him and brushing their lips together. "Haven't you ever had...?"

"No," he shook his head.

Brendon nearly squealed. "Awesome!"

"How is that awesome?"

"Because it was your first. And you shared that with me. It makes it special, to me, definitely," he explained, smiling.

Ryan smiled with him. "Well. I don't want to sound girly and cliché, but it was. You know?"

"Well, it's because I'm incredible at all that I do."

"You really are," Ryan agreed.

Brendon smiled. "Let's go get food," he suggested, standing up and stretching.

"Aren't you. Going to put clothes on?"

"Afraid you won't be able to stop yourself from jumping me as you cook me dinner?"

Ryan rolled his eyes. "Yes. Exactly. How did you know?"

"I'm hot. I can't say I blame you," Brendon said, motioning towards his boxer clad body. "I mean. C'mon."

Ryan laughed, standing up and pulling his shirt back on, his boxers back up. "Let's go. What do you want for dinner?" he asked, walking down the stairs.

"I don't know," Brendon said, skipping past him and hopping up on the counter.

"Then why are we down here?"

"Because I'm hungry."

"All right," Ryan said, nodding. "How about...pancakes?"

"Yes! Pancakes!" Brendon clapped.

"Pancakes it is," he nodded again, meandering around the kitchen to get the materials. He mixed the batter quickly and poured some into the heated pan, setting a spatula aside as he walked back over to Brendon. He nudged his knees apart, standing between them and he leaned in, pressing their lips together. His tongue found its way into Brendon's mouth, touching his for the briefest of seconds, before Ryan pulled away, heading over to the skillet to check the progress.

"Told you that you couldn't keep your hands off of me."

Ryan smiled and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and how right you were," he said, flipping the pancakes.

"Kiss meeee," Brendon whined, reaching his hands out like a child.

Ryan laughed, and walked over to him again. "Don't pout."

"Then kiss me and I won't," he suggested, smiling, wrapping his arms around his neck again.

"If I have to..." Ryan said, sighing.

"You do," Brendon said, hooking his ankles behind Ryan's back and pulling him closer, kissing him again. They heard someone clear their throat and quickly pulled away. Ryan backed up a few feet, glancing up to see his father standing there, an amused look on his face.

"Um. Hi, dad."

His father nodded. "You might want to get some clothes on, Brendon. Ryan's mother is on her way in and she doesn't know about the two of you, yet."

"You know, Mr. Ross, that is a really great idea," Brendon said, jumping off the counter and running up the stairs.

Ryan looked down, shifting from foot to foot. "Sorry. I--"

"It's okay, Ryan. Just. Keep it to your room," he said.

Ryan smiled, barely. "I will. Sorry. I was just. Making us dinner. We got hungry, so."

His father nodded again. "Really, Ryan. It's fine. Your pancakes are burning."

"Shiz!" Ryan exclaimed, running over to them and scooping them onto a plate. He finished the rest of the batter, wondering why Brendon hadn't returned yet. When he was finished with the pancakes, he set them on a tray, along with two forks, a bottle of syrup, and two glasses of milk, and he carried them up the stairs, nudging the door open with his foot. He walked in, nudging the door shut with his foot, and he saw Brendon laying down on his bed, clothes still off. He set the tray down on his nightstand and crawled over Brendon, kissing his way up his chest. "You okay, B?"

Brendon nodded, grabbing Ryan's arm blindly and pulling him up, kissing his neck. "I was nearly naked in front of your father."

"Yes."

"It's a little bit embarrassing."

"Or. Is it a little bit funny?"

Brendon smiled. "It's both. But I don't mind. Because I'm here, with you, and yay for that."

Ryan laughed, pressing his lips to Brendon's collarbone. "I like you shirtless."

"I like you shirtless."

"Who doesn't?"

"Ooh, Ryan's getting all confident and sexy," Brendon murmured, running his fingers up the back of Ryan's shirt to touch his spine.

His laugh turned into a giggle. "Stop, that tickles."

Brendon laughed and rested his fingers against his skin. "I could lay like this forever."

"Me, too."

"It's basically the perfect moment," Brendon said, kissing Ryan's hair, pulling the blanket over them.

"I think it is, too," Ryan agreed, tangling their legs together. "You make me really happy, B."

Brendon smiled. "You make me happy, too."

"I love being with you. You always make me smile," he said softly, running his fingers over Brendon's chest. "I thought, you know, for the longest time that it would take me forever to find something like this, if I ever did. But it didn't. It took as long as it was supposed to take. And I'm glad that crazy guy was chasing me, whoever he was, whatever happened to him, because it brought us together."

"I like us being together," Brendon said.

"Me, too," Ryan smiled. "Me, too."









today is my birthday. =] i am eighteen today, yay!
this only took me a few days to write, 31 pages of goodness.
and the part where ryan's being followed?
that happened to a dear friend of mine.
her tragedy inspired me to write some slash.
anyway. i like it. i hope you enjoyed it. <3

also, new lj. trishapocalypse if you want to add.
and the sequel to burning bridges is also in this lj.

thank you for reading. <3