brendon hurries to the seat, checking to see if anybody is hogging the window seat.
he sees a mop of brown hair, and almost groans, except.
the person turns around, and it's a guy. a very cute guy, with doe eyes and pursed lips. brendon can sit somewhere else. he so does not mind having to sit with this cute guy and explode with awe of his luck in genetics.
"hi, i'm brendon."
the boy smiles sweetly, and holy crap. "i'm ryan." ryan says. ryanryanryanryan, brendon thinks.
brendon watches a movie, uncomfortably trying not to turn his head and gaze at anything (anyone) .
ryan reads a novel, a lingering smile still on his lips.