just desserts : ryden

four.

That night Pete didn't come home

Ryan was worried for a split second before realizing "This is the guy who beats me and rapes me why am I freaking out?"

But Ryan freaked out about everything

But that night Ryan went to bed comfortably

And in the morning Pete left a note on the counter

sorry i wasn't home last night and i will be gone all day but when i get home you better be ready for me to fuck you hard against the wall

No sign off, he didn't even try to make it look like he cared

Ryan sighs to himself before throwing the note in the trash

"I might as well go on a walk" Ryan tells himself, not getting the opportunity often

He gets dressed in skinny jeans and a white t-shirt and decides not to look so basic by tying a paisley bandana under his brown locks.

He slips his phone and keys in his pocket before setting off to the streets

Las Vegas wasn't the best place if you wanted to get fresh air and a nature-filled view

But it'll do

He puts his earbuds in and turns on "Abbey Road"

He's such a Sixties fucker

But Ryan just wants coffee at this moment

So he finds the small coffee shop called "Bean Drinking Room" which is almost as irrelevant as the name

The worker looks like she wants to kill herself before she hands him his black coffee and he squeaks out a "Thank you" and leaves a fairly generous tip

Pete doesn't allow him to work but he knows it must be hard to deal with assholes all day and work so hard but get barely any pay

Ryan leaves the shop taking a sip of the hot liquid and walking away from the strip area

"I like your bandana!"

Ryan turns around and finds himself looking up at (ryan is a lot shorter than he actually is in this fic) a guy who could probably kick his ass

He was wearing a Radiohead shirt covered by a leather jacket with ripped jeans tucked into combat boots

He looked effortlessly cool

Why would he like Ryans bandana?

Who would know?

"T-thanks" Ryan says softly

"Are you into that whole scene?" the mysterious boy asks with a smile

That smile could cure cancer

Ryan would tell you

"I guess- I just like some of the clothing and the music"

"That's cool! You really pull it off you know"

Ryan flushed warm from the compliment and looks down at the white Converse he was wearing

"Thanks" he finally replies

"I'm Brendon by the way" the boy says holding out a hand

Brendon was Ryans new favorite name.

"I'm R-Ryan" he says taking the hand

Brendon takes out a beaten up sharpie out of his back pocket and grabs Ryans wrist

Ryan tenses under an unfamiliar touch but eventually he relaxes as Brendon writes a series of numbers

"Text me, we could talk about music anytime you want"

Ryan smiled at Brendon as he walks away like a bad ass

He didn't know how to feel

im listening to fob rn and my cat is headbanging like im serious