S P A C E // RYDEN

There's so much beauty in a storm

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(Ryan's pov)

I sat on my bed as I finished my painting. Galaxy. The purples mixed perfectly with the pinks and blues. I hummed along to the tune that was playing as I turned to look at the digital clock on my night stand. 3:07 am.

I stood up and changed into some night pants and a white shirt. Moving the painting onto the desk beside my closet and climbing into bed.

I laid in my bed looking at the night sky painted ceiling. I love painting my walls were full of moon, oceans at night and sky paintings along with posters.

I've always loved the night. Mysterious and full of surprises but my favorite part was the moon. The way it would reflect of the water or light up a dark night.

I soon found myself falling into a deep sleep as I turned onto my stomach.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" I slowly opened one eye to see my best friend Spencer jumping on me. "Get up, get up, get up!" He yelled

"I'm up, I'm up, I'm up." I said pushing him off of me and getting up. He fell on the floor and I heard him groan.

I laughed and walked to my closet to pick out some clothes.

"Dude how long did you stay up to do this?" Spencer asked looking at my galaxy painting.

"I don't know three?" I asked shrugging and pulling some black skinny jeans off its hanger not bothering to take the hanger.

"It looks amazing. Ryan I'm serious you should do something with this you have a talent!" He said looking around my room at all the paintings I had hung up that I'd done.

"I don't know Spence I'm not very good." I said walking out of the room to the bathroom.

"You're stupid if you think that!" He yelled.

"Wow thanks!" I yelled back laughing even if I couldn't see him I knew he was smirking. I quickly put on my clothes and started doing my hair. I brushed my teeth and put black eyeliner under my eyes.

Actually feeling good with my appearance I walked out of the bathroom and into the living room.

I walked to the kitchen and laughed as I heard Spencer whistle.

"Hot stuff Ross," he said as I shook my head. He put pancakes in front of me and even though I didn't feel like eating I did for him. He's my best friend and I know he worries about me.

He ate his own food as we talked and I told him not to talk with food in his mouth, but he just laughed which made me laugh.

When we were done he put our plates in the sick and we walked to the school. I only lived a few minutes away and he lived down the street from me so we usually walked unless we were late.

"So how's the house?" He asked after he got done saying something about llamas.

"Same as always." I said looking down. Spencer and me have been best friends for as long as I can remember he knows everything about me and I would like to think I know everything about him.

He didn't say sorry or something like that because he knows I don't want pity and if he says sorry that's what it would feel like.