That Was Not In The Script (Rydon fanfic) (ON HOLD)

Holy Crap

Ryan's POV

"Bren!" Mrs Carter called, looking around for 'Bren'.

"Hiya!"

Flipping heck! I nearly jumped outta my skin, I turn my head to see a very caffienated young gentleman. He had short choclate hair, bright kind hazel eyes, he's wearing a red waste coat and black skinny jeans, and is that mascara? Patterns?

"Brendon, where's Mr Yight?" Mrs Carter sighed, biting her lip angrily.

"Oh, well hello to you too! He's in the bathroom! He told me to look after the kids while he's gone! Why? Don't you trust me? Oh, Madge, you need to calm down, I've got my GCSE's to help around  alittle," he giggles, talking very fast.

And just as I was going to turn and leave, he slung his arm around me like we're best mates or something.

"Hiya! I'm Brendon Boyd Urie, but call me Brendon, or Bren, don't mind don't care!" he smiled big, and I could count everyone of those pearly whites. Seriously, I'm blinded.

"Stop bothering Mr Ross, Brendon," Mrs Carter says, grabbing my arm and pulling me slightly towards her, but Brendon's arm stayed firm onto my shoulders.

"Mr Ross? That's wayyy too formal, don't you agree?" he chatters like he's a chipmunk, not stopping for a breath.

And I suddenly notice everyone's staring at me to reply.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, it is. It's Ryan, by the way," I mumble, trying to catch up.

"Awesome! Your little boy is in great hands, Ryan!" Bren assured, smiling brightly.

"Thanks, yeah, that's great," I stutter, kinda at a loss for words.

"You don't have to humour him," Mrs Carter informs me, giving me a I feel sorry for you look.

"Nah, it's alright," I dismiss, because I love this guy's smile.

"Great! See! In your face Madge! I have a friend!" Brendon fist pumps, a laugh prickling from Madge Carter.

"W-We are friends right?" and suddenly it all comes crashing down, he's not smiling anymore and he's looking at me seriously.

"Of course. But I gotta go to work now, err, Bren, so yeah, see you later?" and I'm starting to htink why am I saying this?

"Yeah! Talk to you later! I better play with your little boy!" Brendon smiles big and wide again.

He waves bye to Madge, he gives me a wink, and then grabs my sons hand and runs into the crowd of screaming children again.

"I'm so sorry for that," Mrs Carter apologises as she leads me out of the classroom.

"No, it's alright, yeah, it's fine," I decide, smiling despite myself.