wildest dreams [] a ryan x dylan fic

𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩

⋆ ryan POV ⋆
275 words
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ryan stretches his arms, fingers pointing towards the ceiling as he awoke from a pleasant afternoon nap he'd found himself in. that was nice, he thought as he clambered out of bed. the afternoon warmth shone into his soft room, sun just barely grazing over his curtains, as ryan twisted and turned. he pops a few joints in his back, before checking the time. it was well after 4 pm, getting warmer. at 5, ryan promised to touch some grass and join his friends around a camp fire at jacob's house. he collapses back onto the bed, smiling as he basked in the calm feeling coursing steadily though his veins.

life after counselling at camp was rather slow and easy. he'd applied to graphic design school, for those with illustrative aspirations. classes ran 4 days a week, with a 1 day interval. really, ryan was happy to say the least, a much better state of affairs than that of about 6 years ago.

without much time, ryan steps out of bed, yawning softly to himself as his bare feet meet the floor. "ry ry! i'm heading out, okay? shelby said she wants to hit the beach, and i'm already pretty late." called his sister. ryan smile was small as she spoke, before he heard a door shut quietly.

i think i have time to hang out a little before i gotta go. after a few scratches behind his ear and a couple distant stares out the window, ryan decides to leave his room. his footsteps were light as he climbed down the stairs.

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"he(she) was waking around like a loaded shotgun."
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