--BRENDONS POV
When we got to Ryan's place, the first thing he asked me was if I wanted anything to eat. I hadn't realized how hungry I actually was. I was about to say no, but my stomach grumbled and I then remembered that I hadn't even touched my lunch earlier that afternoon. "I'll take that as a yes," Ryan laughed, opening the cabinet and grabbed a bag of chips. I stood in the middle of the kitchen awkwardly until Ryan grabbed my wrist and led me to the couch. "Wanna watch a movie?" He asked me, opening the bag of chips and setting them down. "Sure, whatcha got?" I asked. He opened the cabinet next to the TV, revealing shelf upon shelf piled with movies. "Wow," I gawked, and made my way over to the wide variety in front of me. I scanned the rows until I found one that I loved: Suicide Squad. All DC movies were amazing, but this one had to be my absolute favorite. I popped it into the DVD slot, and joined Ryan on the couch. "I love this movie!" He screeched, and I laughed. "We have a lot in common, then," I said, sitting back on the couch.
About ten minutes into the movie, Ryan's mom got home. "Hi Ryan!" She said cheerfully. "Hi mom, I hope it's okay that Bren is over," he replied, gesturing to me. "Oh that's fine honey, is he staying for dinner?" She asked, setting her bag on the counter. Ryan looked at me hopefully. "S-sure," I stammered. "Thank you," I said, giving her my best smile. "No problem honey," she said, rummaging through the kitchen drawers and cabinets, getting ingredients out. Ryan turned back to me, smiling. I smiled back, resting my head on his shoulder.
About an hour later, the movie ended. I hadn't really payed attention to it much at all; I was too busy thinking. Thinking about Dallon. How he kissed Breezy. How all of a sudden he started hanging out with my worst enemies. How he thought I was the one in the wrong. How he thought I was flirting with Pete. I might've felt a little bad for him if I really had been flirting with Pete, but I wasn't. Whatever he thought he saw was way different from what actually happ- "Brendon!" Ryan shook me from my daze. "Yes or no?" He asked me. I looked at him confused, and he burst into laughter. "I-I didn't hear you," I said, blushing like a madman. "Aw," he said, enveloping me in a big hug. "I just asked if you wanted to go to my room and hangout," he said. "Oh, yeah," I said. "Cmon," he said, grabbing my hand. "I'll call you when dinner is ready!" His mom yelled from the kitchen.
"I noticed you weren't really watching the movie," he said, collapsing back on his bed. "Yeah, I was just-" "Thinking." He said, finishing my sentence. "I can tell when you're thinking, Bren. You get that one face, and you don't stop thinking until someone practically screams at you," he chuckled. I nodded and sighed. "I was thinking about Dallon," I said. Falling back on Ryan's bed. Ryan nodded. "You deserve way better than him." I nodded. "It's just, I didn't think he'd be like this, he doesn't seem like the cheating type. I should've guessed he wasn't fully gay, and that he probably didn't love me as much as I loved him. That's always the case. I should've guessed he had feelings for a girl," I ranted. I wondered why Ryan was staring at me with his jaw slack, until I felt something wet run down the left side of my face. I was crying. I was actually crying, for the second time, over Dallon.
Ryan instantly lunged at me, pulling me into his lap. "It's ok," he whispered into the top of my head. I grabbed a clump of Ryan's sweatshirt in my hand and cried into him yet again today. He held my head to his shoulder, and wrapped the other around my lower back, holding me to him. "You deserve better than him. If he can't see that he's in the wrong, I wouldn't waste my breath on trying to tell him." I'd been telling myself that since the end of the school day, but it was nice to hear it actually said by someone other than my conscience. Ryan laid back on the bed, still holding me to him, and pulled a blanket over us. "I'm not really hungry," I told him, looking down. "I hope you're mom doesn't mind." I closed my eyes. I was TIRED. I slept okay last night, but today took all the energy out of me and left me, well, lifeless. "My mom won't mind. I don't usually eat dinner either. Makes me too full before I sleep," he said, laughing. I smiled at him silently and fell asleep to the rise and fall of his chest.
"Brenny! Brendon! Wake up! Breeeennnnnyyyy," Ryan said, shaking me awake and bouncing up and down. "We gotta get to school!" I groggily rubbed my eyes and sat up. A less than pleasant wake-up surprise was thrown at me, knocking me over. It was literally a pair of jeans and a T-shirt that somehow managed to knock me back, but I was small-- and tired. I slid out of Ryan's bed, and undressed. I could already hear Ryan in the bathroom, most likely fixing his hair or brushing his teeth. I slipped out of my shirt and pants from yesterday, and pulled on the shirt. It was a little big, but only my children's size clothes fit my small frame perfectly. I decided against wearing Ryan's jeans, as I knew they'd be falling off of my waist, and pulled on my skinny jeans from yesterday. They couldn't be that dirty. I stumbled into the bathroom, and gave Ryan a tired smile. He smiled back at me, and ruffled my hair. "So what style do you want today? The fuckboy, or the classy man?" He asked, pretending to be a hairdresser. "I'll go somewhere in between," I said, taking the brush out of Ryan's hand and brushing through my hair. I used a slight bit of spray, but was too lazy to use the gel. We walked downstairs, and I grabbed the backpacks while Ryan grabbed us both a granola bar from the cupboard. We jumped in his car, and arrived at school not five minutes later.
"Guess I'll see you at lunch then?" Ryan asked. He quickly realized what he had said. "I mean you- I'm assuming you'll sit with your friends so-" "Ryan," I said, resting my hand on his cheek, "I'll come be with you at lunch," I laughed. "Okay, see you then!" He smiled at me and pulled me into another one of his great hugs. Sooner than I wanted Ryan pulled away. He brushed his hand across my forehead, tucking back a strand of hair. "Don't let Dallon bother you today, okay? You should be focusing on your classes instead of drama with him," he said. "Okay, I'll try." I said, probably blushing a deep fuchsia. Ryan flashed my a smile before walking the opposite way to his locker.
"And that is why we need every copy of DNA in mitosis to be the same!" Mr. Hoppus yelled. I hadn't been listening to half- almost all- of the lecture, but had instead been thinking about Dallon. I think it was pretty safe to say that I still had feelings for him. Even if Dallon was being a real dick right now, I still liked him. You can't really drop feelings that easily; I can't, anyways. I went through the rest of my classes until lunch with no consolation whatsoever. I'm conflicted. If I start hanging around Ryan all the time, Dallon would be even more suspicious. Even if I wasn't doing anything with Ryan, Dallon is very protective and would be skeptical if I high fived him in the hallway or something. I grabbed my lunch and slammed my locker. I let my head fall against my locker for a second, to try and rid my thoughts.
After a few seconds of silence, I decided I'd better go meet Ryan. I only had 45 minutes left of lunch hour. I spun around, only to be faced with Dallon. "You've been ignoring me," he said, whispering in my ear and snaking his arm around my waist. He pulled me into him, and I blushed deeper than the shade of blood. "I know you still like me, and I'm willing to forgive you." He put his other hand up against my locker, to keep me from slipping away. He re-adjusted his grip on my waist, even tighter than before. "Damn your small frame," he chuckled. "Please let me go! I wanna go to lunch!" I squirmed around, only making my situation worse. "I'm not letting you go until you tell me why you were flirting with Pete," he said, making his grip now unbelievably tight. "I wasn't flirting with Pete! Now let me go!" I said, finally twisting enough to break his arm away. "You'll be back!" He yelled after me, laughing.
