Ryan is in pain. He hates parties, and the thought of going back out to the rave music and drunk young adults makes his head spin. Laying in a bathtub and contemplating his life choices always seems better.
His leather jacket starts to stick to his skin though, so he can't help but squirm in the heat. Suddenly, a knock resounds on the door. Ryan sits up and attempts to fix in hair in a few seconds, his zippers rattling.
"Is anyone in there?" A masculine voice resounds against the hard, wooden door.
"Yeah I'll be out in a minute," Ryan says back. He starts to panic as he pushes himself out of the bathtub.
"Ryan? Ryan Ross is that you?" the voice questions. Ryan raises his eyebrows, trying to place the voice.
"You got me but who are you?" Ryan asks. The voice doesn't respond, but instead the man pushes the door in. Ryan glances up and stops trying to climb out of the tub.
"Oh Dallon Weekes hello," Ryan murmurs. He looks and feels extremely flustered.
"How long has it been Ryan? Just a couple days?" Dallon asks. The two had met at a different party. Ryan was dancing along to the song "21 Guns" by Green Day. Dallon couldn't help but introduce himself to the brown-haired beauty.
"I think so," Ryan responds, "But a lot has happened."
"Why are you just sitting in here?" Dallon asks. He glances around the white bathroom before sitting on the toilet across from Ryan, who sits on the edge of the tub.
"I hate parties," Ryan spits. He flashes Dallon a look of regret, but Dallon simply shakes his head.
"What are you drinking?" Ryan looks towards Dallon's red solo cup.
"Oh just water," Dallon replies. Ryan smiles before making grabby-hands at the taller man. Dallon shoots Ryan a look of pure sass before handing over the cup.
"Classic Dal," Ryan mutters.
"Classic Ry," Dallon shoots back. Ryan giggles and Dallon blushes.
"Do you actually have to use the bathroom?" Ryan asks. Dallon shakes his head.
"I actually just wanted to lay in the bathtub like you were and think about why my life is total shit," Dallon spews, "But if I'm disturbing something or if you want me to leave or-"
"Dal shut up and come lay with me it's totally fine," Ryan interrupts. Dallon looks startled at first, but he quickly stands up and stalks over to the tub. Ryan lowers himself into the cold, white tile. Dallon sits on the edge before sinking in next to Ryan, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy.
"I could get used to this," Ryan whispers. Dallon kisses the side of Ryan's head, fond memories of the first night they met rushing back to the both of them.
"I could too," Dallon whispers back. Ryan can feel his eyes fluttering shut as his thoughts drift into silence. The embrace of Dallon's arms is a perfect place to sleep, take Ryan's word for it.
Part 2 should come out soon and I'll bring Brendon in I promise. Also let me know if I should have edited this.
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Band One Shots
FanfictionJust a collection of little ideas about some amazing bands. Lots of triggers in this book, and I don't put warnings before the chapters because they're usually large spoilers. I apologize. I think you'll be able to tell from the tone of the chapter...
