"oh, you play guitar?" brendon beams. marry him now.
"yeah, a little bit of bass too. i sing sometimes." ryan is so not saying this to impress brendon. of course not.
"nice. i do those too. and piano. i sing a lot too. i love frank sinatra, he's my idol. i try to sound like him sometimes, he's just a legend," brendon smiles.
"that's incredibly sexy. and also, can you hear the wedding bells?" ryan doesn't say.
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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
