Rylex One Shots

Drunk nights (1)

    "What did you do all day?" Alex said, plopping himself on the couch next to his roomate. Ryland rolled his eyes. "I cleaned the whole house," he said, an obvious sarcastic sound to it.
"Really? It doesn't look any different.." Alex said, oblivious to everything around him. "Well i did," the chubby man scoffed. Alex popped his beer open and took a swing, the taste making him cringe slightly. He was quiet for a few moments before speaking up again.
"Did you stay home playing video ga-"

"Yes i stayed home playing video games," Ryland interrupted. Alex chuckled and nodded, taking another sip of his drink. Ryland focused back on the game he was playing, not really caring about anything else.
"Sooo," Alex started, twirling one of his brown curls around his finger. "So..?" Ryland said, half listening to what the lanky man had to say. "Maybe we could, like, go out..?" He asks hopefully. Ryland paused his game and looked over at the lanky man.
"What do you mean, 'go out'?" He asked, making air quotations with his fingers. "Well, i mean, go out and drink, or some shit!" Alex answered, getting a little frustrated. "You know i don't drink..." The lanky man whined at that. "Pleeaaase? It'll be fuuuun!" He dragged out his words, shaking Ryland back and fourth slightly.

"No."

"Whyyyy?"

"I just told you why-"

"Pleeeaaase?? It'll be fuuun!"

Ryland thought for a few seconds before letting out a loud sigh. "I'm not drinking, but I'll go..." He groaned, not in the mood to go anywhere. But he wanted to make the other happy... "Yay! I'll pick you up at eight! Make sure to dress pretty for me," Alex jumped off the couch and out the front door, winking and making finger guns at Ryland before he left.
Ryland blushed and shook his head.

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  Ryland was tapping his foot, his hand on his chin as he looked through his closet. "Hmm... Not too formal, not too lazy.." He hummed softly. He shuffled through the endless amount of hoodies, long sleeved shirts, and shorts. He contemplated on wearing sweatpants, or dress pants.. It was just a simple date-

  "Wait.. "

"Why the hell am i even thinking so hard about this? I'm literally just going out drinking with Alex.. I don't need to fucking plan out my goddamn outfit like a teenager.." Ryland vented. He just grabbed some jeans, a black long sleeved shirt, and a whitebeater. He walked over to the bathroom and looked at the time.

"6:54... An hour left.." He sighed. Walking into the bathroom, Ryland took his silky hair out of the elastic band, letting it fall in front of his face as he bent down to turn on the shower. He shivered when he put his hand into the cold water.

  He let the water warm up as he undressed, throwing his shrit and basket ball shorts to the floor. He hopped in the shower after taking his boxers off, flinching as the now warm water hit his scarred, cold skin. He started to wash himself up, his mind going foggy.

  "Why did Alex want to take me of all people.. I don't even drink.. Maybe he he just wanted to go out with me.. That or he just wanted some fucking alcohol..."

   That's the confusing thing about Alex... He knew that Ryland didn't drink, yet he wanted to go out with him.. Maybe he just got tired of always going to bars alone, but that was a bit unrealistic with the lanky man. He knew that Ryland was terrible with people, but still asked.. He knew he hated going places-

  'Stop it, shower thoughts.. You don't need to ruin this..'

  After about half an hour of washing up, questioning his existence, and enjoying the warm water, Ryland got out, wrapping a soft towel around his waist. He walked back to his room, ruffling his damp hair. He dried himself off and started to get dressed, throwing on some boxer-briefs, then his jeans, then his shirt, and so on. He looked at himself in the mirror with a slight scowl. He didn't look good like this...