hand sanitizer ;; ryden *completed*

;;t;;

"ryan?" brendon yells from my kitchen. when my mom left for some kind of spa weekend, brendon decided to stay over. it was solely for my food, but I cant blame him. "whos katie?" he asks when I poke my head in the kitchen.

"uh...no one?"

"why's she a contact on your phone? more specifiacally, why does the contact name have heart emojis?" he asks. "and your messages together are pretty..." he pauses to think of the correct word, "flirty?"

"shes no one, bren."

"then tell my why the fuck youre messaging her like youre dating her," he says, surprisingly calm. he raises a single eyebrow and silently urges me to answer.

"brendon, I can explain," I answer, praying that he stays calm. "I promise that it's not what you think."

he laughs humorlessly and rolls his eyes, "we havent been dating for long, ryan, but I thought you were committed enough to stick to one person."

"im only with you, brendon, I can explain," I beg. he nods.

"then do it."