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"Come on Brendon, I dare you to hit me again!" Ryan spat as he pulled his bloody figure off the ground again. I had blood on my hands, and my clothes were permanently stained with the liquid. The moment he was standing up straight again he barked, "I'm just a statue Brendon! Try and knock me out!"
I ran towards him and punched him again in the gut. He hardly flinched and pulled his arms around my neck. He laughed as I struggled to get out of this tight hold. "Oh Brendon, If you had just never opened your mouth…"
I let my body go limp, and he loosened his grip. This gave me an opening, and I quickly got out of his hold. As I did, I mad a shot for his face. My fist fit perfectly on his right cheek, and I felt this nose crack. He yelped in pain and his hand shot up to hold his now cracked nose. I stumbled backwards, panting, and became paralyzed.
"Oh R-Ryan… we have to stop this…"
He glared up at me and whispered, "You said you never loved me…."
My eye's started to burn and I chocked back tears, "We save things we didn't mean to say. I take it back….I take it all back now."
Ryan shook his head and whispered, "Brendon… No… You meant that… and I can't just forgive you like that."
With then he charged towards me, and punched me in the stomach. I gasped for air and he hit me three more time in the face. I fell to the ground, coughing, gasping, praying for air to fill my lungs. Ryan stood over me and smirked as I finally took in air.
He turned as I tried to pull myself off the ground of the concert hall stage. He paced back and forth like some walking spastic, yelling out absurdities and laughing as he did. Finally I was able to stand up, my breaths still hard to take in and let out.
"Come one Ryan…"
The other man turned and came at me. I barely dodged and pulled my arms around him. He may have had the upper hand, but if anyone knew Ryan, It was I, and I knew one thing for sure. He may pack a punch, but he is really, really easy to hold back because of his thin frame.
"Brendon Boyd Urie. You let me go this instant!" Ryan yelled, swinging his arms like a child. I smiled just a bit and kissed the back of his neck softly. …He tasted like blood…
He calmed down just a bit, and stood there as I pressed my sweat-ridden forehead to his shoulder. He let out a small laugh and whispered to me in a smooth, calm voice, "How could a fist fight be romantic Brendon… How?"

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"Come on Brendon, I dare you to hit me again!" Ryan spat as he pulled his bloody figure off the ground again. I had blood on my hands, and my clothes were permanently stained with the liquid. The moment he was standing up straight again he barked, "I'm just a statue Brendon! Try and knock me out!"
I ran towards him and punched him again in the gut. He hardly flinched and pulled his arms around my neck. He laughed as I struggled to get out of this tight hold. "Oh Brendon, If you had just never opened your mouth…"
I let my body go limp, and he loosened his grip. This gave me an opening, and I quickly got out of his hold. As I did, I mad a shot for his face. My fist fit perfectly on his right cheek, and I felt this nose crack. He yelped in pain and his hand shot up to hold his now cracked nose. I stumbled backwards, panting, and became paralyzed.
"Oh R-Ryan… we have to stop this…"
He glared up at me and whispered, "You said you never loved me…."
My eye's started to burn and I chocked back tears, "We save things we didn't mean to say. I take it back….I take it all back now."
Ryan shook his head and whispered, "Brendon… No… You meant that… and I can't just forgive you like that."
With then he charged towards me, and punched me in the stomach. I gasped for air and he hit me three more time in the face. I fell to the ground, coughing, gasping, praying for air to fill my lungs. Ryan stood over me and smirked as I finally took in air.
He turned as I tried to pull myself off the ground of the concert hall stage. He paced back and forth like some walking spastic, yelling out absurdities and laughing as he did. Finally I was able to stand up, my breaths still hard to take in and let out.
"Come one Ryan…"
The other man turned and came at me. I barely dodged and pulled my arms around him. He may have had the upper hand, but if anyone knew Ryan, It was I, and I knew one thing for sure. He may pack a punch, but he is really, really easy to hold back because of his thin frame.
"Brendon Boyd Urie. You let me go this instant!" Ryan yelled, swinging his arms like a child. I smiled just a bit and kissed the back of his neck softly. …He tasted like blood…
He calmed down just a bit, and stood there as I pressed my sweat-ridden forehead to his shoulder. He let out a small laugh and whispered to me in a smooth, calm voice, "How could a fist fight be romantic Brendon… How?"