Young and Emo? | Ryan Ross x Reader

Him

I awoke to a horrid stench, shit shit shit. Or should I say piss? My new puppy apparently wasn't potty-trained... I rushed to go get a rag and some cleaner. Luckily she hadn't stepped in it, I placed her on the couch before cleaning up the mess she had created. I washed my hands in the kitchen sink (Twenty One Pilots, Anyone?) When I was done, I took a shower, ate breakfast, fed the pup, and got dressed. I lay down on the couch, on my phone, I have practice later, but I have a little bit of time. 

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It was now time for practice, I stuck my key into its slot before hearing the roar of the engine. I got my car back, yay. I backed out of my current parking spot, turning up the radio station. I screamed the lyrics to each song that came on until I had arrived. I got out and slammed the door shut. I trotted up the steps to the double doors. I swung them open, yet again waving and joining the dancers, taking my place next to Sarah. 

"He was talking about you." Sarah told me, a little bit of a teasing tone lingering in her voice.

"Huh? Who?"

"Ryan. You have a crush on him, right?" She asked me like we were highschool girls gossiping.

"Not really, but if I had to pick one, it would be him. What was he saying?"

"Oh... He was just saying how he ran into you last night." She gave me a sad look because I said that I don't like him.

"Do you like Brendon?" I asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Kinda.." A red tint appeared on her cheeks. I giggled a little bit before placing a hand on her shoulder, slightly pushing her.

"Go talk to him!" She stumbled a bit, falling into Brendon's arms, she glared at me, I flashed her a mischievous smile. She began talking to him. I smiled proudly and went back to stretching.

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I patted my forehead with a towel despite there being no sweat. I chugged the water bottle that sat next to me. I started out the door, stopping to look at Brendon and Sarah exchanging numbers, I smiled like a proud parent. 

"You did that, didn't you?" I immediately recognized the voice.

"Yes Ryan, yes I did, and I'm proud." He let out a very adorable giggle.

"Anyways, Brendon sent me to get your phone number so that we can get in contact." He handed me a piece of paper and a pen. I wrote my number, (xxx-xxx-xxxx). I smiled up at him and handed him the items. He smiled back and waved as he walked off. I left the building, entering my car. 

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I took the keys out, throwing them in my purse. I opened the door to my car, then my apartment. I was greeted by the unnamed puppy. I want to name it something unique, how about Yoshima? It means 'Good Luck Girl' Yeah, I like it! I sighed, picking up Yoshima and sat down on the couch, playing with her. My phone rang, playing that familiar Green Day song, I sat up, rifling through my purse to find the object. When I finally found it, I didn't recognize the number. Me being me, I answered anyway,

"(F/N)?" A familiar, deep, raspy voice called. My heart got caught in my throat, I managed to choke out a few words.

"W-why are y-you c-calling me?..."

"You know why." I found every ounce of courage and bravery to stand up for myself

"Just leave me alone!" With that, I hung up. I sighed, silently praying that he would never call me again. I walked over to the kitchen, pulling a water bottle out of the fridge, chugging it out if pure anxiety. After that, I started preparing dinner, today I planned to make stir-fry. I put in the necessary ingredients and cooked it. As I was cooking, I ended up burning myself. Shit, its my day today, huh? It wasn't serious, no third degree burns or anything, so I decided to ignore it. Once I was done, I ate and fed the pup, and took a shower. After that, I got a message on my phone, I checked it quickly, making sure it wasn't him. Nope, the text read:

"It's Ryan, just making sure that we have the right number, are you (F/N)? If so, have a good night."

I texted back:

"Yeah, you have the right number. Good night to you too. "

Ryan: :)

Me: :)

Afterwards, I went ahead and got ready to go to sleep, I made Yoshima a makeshift pen, so that she doesn't piss all over the apartment again. I fell asleep almost instantly, but let's just say that my dreams weren't all peaceful....