Heartbreaker [Ryden] [BOOK ONE]

- nineteen -

The last thing I ever imagined would instill upon me was happiness. Yet here it was, pestering me ever day, pressing me to smile. It'd been two days since Brendon had forgiven me for Jon's mistake, and since he had asked me to go to prom with him. Not only that, but we were both nominated candidates, so we could both possibly be prom king. 

I'd never been nominated for anything except a big fucking loser, so this was rather exciting for me. I spent most of the week blabbing to my mom about what I was gonna do for prom night. Although dad had disappeared. According to mom, he had finally finalized the divorce, packed his shit, and left. It was okay with me- my mom was totally chill about how gay I was for Brendon.

"When are you going shopping?" She asked one morning- the day before prom. It was a Sunday, and I had been quietly enjoying some chocolate ice cream until she said that. "Shopping? What do you mean..?" 

"Ryan, you gotta shop for you prom outfit. Are you telling me you haven't done so yet? Oh my God, call Josh, you're going shopping." Mom insisted, waggling a finger in my direction. I raised an eyebrow in pure confusion, but never the less got to my feet, pulling my phone out.

"Do I invite Brendon?" I asked, out of pure curiosity. She gasped, shaking her head. "Dear God, no. Call Josh. You two are best friends, right?" I frowned, thinking back to when Josh and I would greet each other every morning. I should've known he'd eventually give up on me.

"No."

"Well..what about Patrick? Or Pete?" She suggested. My frown quickly switched upside down- into a smile. I hadn't thought about inviting the other two in my squad. They weren't Jon, so they were exceptions. 

From there I left the kitchen, called Patrick and Pete, and convinced them to meet me a tailor's place on second street in fifteen minutes. 

Fifteen minutes later, there I stood, at the tailor with Patrick and Pete. I hadn't seen the two in forever, but from my perspective, they were still tight with each other. It made me miss Brendon, watching them walk around hand in hand. Still, I spent most of the day distracted by one thing, and one thing only: finding the perfect prom suit. 

After what felt like hours of trying on suits, I had found one. It wasn't very attention grabbing, but that was exactly why I liked it. It was simple, but nice. A black suit, with a matching tie and pants. Perfect. I was siked for prom.

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this is short i'm sorry
I WATCHED LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS AND I LOVE IT
also there's like 2 more chapters left in this story :^)) 
have you enjoyed it or ?? 
i want an electric guitar slay me satan
HOW'S YA'LLS NIGHT

also, what do you guys want me to update?: Heartbreaker, Exchange Student, Leashed, Playful Lips Made Of Yarn, or some drafts i have saved :o would you guys enjoy a brallon story some time?? any specific ships and/or ideas for stories you'd like written out?? :D enjoy!

- saturn :)