"you dropped something." ryan blurts out. really, ryan?! you try saying something to him for an hour, and you come up with that? good luck, you'll need it, ryan scolds himself in his mind.
okay, now he's turning crazy.
ryan would blame brendon out loud for turning him crazy, but he doesn't want mess up brendon's perfectly shaped lips, or his perfect line of white teeth, making them imperfectly sad.
fuck.
"oh, thanks." brendon murmurs, blushing. ryan thinks with a scowl, it's cold in here. he's blushing because it's cold.
"no problem."
ryan tries not to stare at brendon's ebony silk hair when he bends over to pick up his earphones.
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thirteen hours ✧ ryden
Fanfictionhour one: "hi, i'm brendon." "i'm ryan." hour thirteen: "ry. you left a piece of paper on your seat." "keep it. it's for you." warning: ⚣ hi please stop reading this i hate it okay ily bye
