Dreamer [Ryro]

Dreamer

   Dreamer didn't believe his father had made it to heaven.
   "Drank himself to death", he told me. "But I think he deserved it."
   Dreamer was an interesting boy to say the least. On our first date he took me to the record shop, we didn't end up buying anything. He did 'teach' me how to 'avoid the cheap music' as he said. Whatever that means.
   On our second date he wore more makeup than me. We went to his current best friend's house and played video games until midnight, he then walked me the full two blocks back to my house.
   Jump to the night I woke up next to him and he was crying. I scooted over closer to him to ask him why, but his attention was too invested in the movie playing on his laptop. The Notebook that's what it was. He was watching the scene where the two main characters reunite. I went back to sleep.
   Dreamer was so much different than anyone I had ever met. He was rich because of his music career, but he hated flashy things. His house was built in the 1800's and looks like it hasn't changed much since then.
   He still listens to records over digital music or cds or anything else. He prefers everything he owns (except his technology, of course) to be older than 20 years, don't ask why.
   Unlike most guitar players, he'd play Gretsch over Fender or Gibson any day of the week.
   The main thing about Dreamer that appealed to me so much was that instead of a Rockstars usual diet of just about any drug they could get their hands on, he was different. He preferred to stay away from the drugs, the alcohol, even the cigarettes. My theory is that his father had ruined all of this for him.
   Jump to the first time I ever saw him, he was wearing a dress and had on as much makeup as anyone of Trump's wives. He came up to me and asked me what I thought of what he had on and I replied with a simple, "cute." He smiled and sat down next to me. He then started reading me some of his poetry, for some odd reason.
   Jump to the Christmas of the next year, I gifted him with How To Sing For Dummies, he gifted me with a beautiful locket from the 1800's, a picture of us inside it. The Locket had the word "love" ingraved on it.
   Dreamer's new years resolution was to "be better", I encouraged him to do the things he never felt he could, to write the songs he thought would never get any plays, to be himself instead of just playing the part. We were unique, he typically wore more makeup than me and I typically killed all the bugs because he had a terrible fear of just about anything with more than four legs.
   In fact, the only thing "manly" about Dreamer was his deep voice and incredible appetite. If you hadn't heard him speak you'd think he was a woman. Which is probably why I constantly caught every guy in the world staring at him, although I didn't blame them.
   Jump to the next summer, he had been touring the world. He was in Japan at that time. Dreamer sent me letters every week, no matter how much postage would cost, he'd send them. Sometimes there was little pictures and sometimes there was little packages. Even though we could text and call, he stuck to these letters, but I could never send him a letter because after two days they'd be in a different town at a different show.
   Jump to later that same summer, Dreamer's friend had made it very clear to me that not only had Dreamer been touring the world, he had also been touring other girl's beds.
   Dreamer's eyes were full of surprise when he found out that he had been poisoned. Some things just aren't meant to be a secret, Ricin is one of those. His eyes were even more so filled with surprise when he found out I had done it.
   I don't believe that Dreamer had made it to heaven.

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A/N So um... my first Ryan story... it's kinda shitty, and yes. I did kill off Ryan, because why not. Only a few chapters after this because this will be a very short story. Sorry?¿