The Singer and The Drummer

The Talk:Part Two

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Ronnie's POV
I hesitantly walked up to them, sitting down in the free space beside Jacky. I heard Ryan take deep breaths to try and calm down as a few tears spilled down his pale cheeks. All I wanted to do was brush them away and make everything okay, but I knew I couldn't. Not now, at least. Zakk helped Ryan calm down before he started to have a panic attack, thankfully, and kept him calm as Jacky asked me the questions now. "How long were you listening?", he asked, and I sighed quietly. "Long enough. But I-", before I could say anymore, Ryan tried to make a run for it, and succeeded. Before any of us knew it, he had rushed outside, and by the time we all got out there, we saw his outline running down the busy street. "Fuck...", Zakk mumbled and was about to run after him with the others, but I stopped them. "No, I've got to make this right.", I said, then ran after Ryan.

Ryan's POV
I ran as fast as I could. I had no idea where I was going, and I didn't stop until I had to. When I did stop, I looked around at my surroundings, and realised I had ran to one of the parks in the city, and it was fairly empty, a few people here and there. I quietly slipped into one of the tree sanctuaries and sat down under one of the larger trees, letting the questions fly through my head. Why was he listening to us? What was he going to say? He was probably going to kick me out of the band, tell me to fuck off because now he knows I'm a fag. I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my thin arms around them, laying my head on my knees as I cried silently, the only noises I was making being the deep breaths I took between sobs...but my head shot up when I heard the familiar voice of the one I loved with all my heart.

Ronnie's POV
I ran for miles and miles, following Ryan to the largest park in the city. I looked around, asking the few people in the park if they'd seen a guy around my age with dark hair, pale skin, and a few others features that I absolutely loved about him, until I found him under a tree, crying. My heart dropped in my chest, and I felt a light pain in my heart. So that's what it felt like, hurting the same as the one you love. I sat down beside him as I spoke his name, and his head shot up in shock and worry of what I would do. "Ryan, calm down, please...I just want to talk. Please?", I asked, and he didn't speak, simply nodding defeatedly. "Alright, now, what I was going to say is that I don't mind.", I said gently, feeling out of place with how soft and gentle I had to be with this subject as I spoke. "I...I feel the same, Ryan.", I said hesitantly, worried he wouldn't believe me, and of course he didn't. "Ronnie, I'm not some pity party, you don't have to lie to me.", he said with a sigh. "I know you don't love me, at least not the way I love you, and-", I stopped him right there. "But you don't know Ryan, only I know. And what I know is this:I love Ryan Eric Seaman, and everyone else that disagrees or doesn't fucking like it can suck my cock.", I said truthfully, and he looked up at me, shock written on his features.

Ryan's POV
Did Ronnie really just say that to me, or am I going insane now? Oh wait, I'm already insane, I'm in love with a guy that can get any girl/guy he wants. I was shocked, but I could tell he wasn't lying, I knew him too well. I wasn't very sure what to say, so I stayed silent. He groaned loudly when I didn't reply, and soon felt his warm lips against mine. I gasped and after a few moments of trying to get over the shock of the situation, let my hands rest on his shoulders as I kissed him back, our lips molding together as if they were made specifically for each other. I felt my pale cheeks heat up with a light pink flush as we kissed for a few minutes longer, accepting everything as it was now. I loved Ronnie, and he loved me for some unknown reason, or at least unknown to me. He finally pulled away from me, a light look of evident lust in his eyes, and he stood, holding his larger, tattooed hand out for me to take as he smiled softly. I reached up tentatively and he laced his thicker fingers with mine, and we walked back to the tour bus in comfortable silence, taking in our new positions with each other. We were dating now. We could kiss, hug, hold hands, have se-...no...we couldn't. He'd see my cuts. Shit. I know Ronnie wouldn't push me to have sex, but he would make subtle hints and would probably ask me soon, that's just how he was, and I wouldn't take any offence by it. I wanted it to but if he saw them...I don't even want to think about it, so I tried not to. Soon, we arrived back at our tour bus and saw the others waiting for us outside. When they saw us, they immediately lit up and rushed over to us, seeing our interlocked hands. We talked outside for a while before we went back inside, explaining our relationship to Jacky, Zakk, and Derek so we were all on the same page. My life was almost perfect now.

To be continued...