Brendon's POV:
Here we go again. Fuck, I hate myself, do I really expect him to walk out of his apartment at the exact moment I pass it on my way to work? But my obsessive ass of course can't stay away. Whatever, at least I'm on time today.
Just as I'm about to run past the complex, I see a person walk out of it. This can't be the truth! Is it finally that day?! I watch the guy from afar. I see brown curly hair, a lanky statue and sunglasses. It fits, but just when I can see his cute little button nose, I recognize him fully.
It's him. It's fucking Ryan Ross walking towards me. Oh well, of course not towards me, but in my direction at least.
What am I about to do? He is just a couple of metres away by now. How am I supposed to get his attention? To get him to talk to me? Oh my god, I feel like I'm fainting. I feel nauseous. I have to get away, I can't face him like this. I would probably puke all over him.
Right as I decide to just walk away, of course, my clumsiness hits and I fall to the ground, face forward. Damn, that hurts. I feel way too embarrassed to get up now. So, I just stay on the ground and hope he doesn't recognize me. But, of course, the luck isn't on my side today.
"Hey, are you okay?" I hear someone say. That voice sends shivers down my spine. It's a thousand times more beautiful in real life than one could ever imagine.
I try to get up, but struggle and he grabs my arm to help me out. "Yea, I just kinda tripped over something, I don't know." "Probably your own feet." he chuckles. By now I'm mortified, I can't even look at him, but I know it's him. Ryan fucking Ross is holding my arm! How can I even stay that calm right now? "Haha, yea maybe" I let out. Finally, I found my balls and look him in the face. I'm met with honey coloured eyes, that mirror the smile on his lips where you can see his perfect fucking white teeth. He pulled his sunglasses up in his hair. Oh my god, I try to stop myself from drooling, but it's not really working. He's just too hot.
"What's your name?" he asks me, his eyes curiously piercing into mine. "Errr.. B-Brendon, and what's your name?" Well, fuck, where did that came from I know his name of course, everybody does! "My name?" Shit, way to go, Brendon, now it's too late. "Yes, your name." "I'm Ryan" he says confused. I take a glance at my watch and realize, I just have two more minutes, before work starts. "Fuck" I mutter. "I need to go, I'll be late for work." I break free from his hand that is still around my arm to keep me steady, oh my fuck his fingers! Not wasting another second, I take off running. I hear Ryan yell a "wait!" after me, but I just can't be too late again today, for fucks sake. Why am I so dumb?
Yeay, they finally meet!