Hey Moon (Ryden/smut)

So what?

Brendon's POV//

Okay. Okay.

I kissed the boy. So what? Everybody fucks up and that's okay. It didn't mean shit.

Except I can't stop thinking about it.

But I have Sarah and I can kiss her and fuck her and not feel bad about it and she definitely doesn't need to know.

Fuck Ryan Ross. He's just some poetic lame ass who better not run that soft, perfect mouth of his. God I'm fucked.

It's been two days since the... 'incident', and school's tomorrow and god I really don't want to see him. But I can't afford to miss any more school, Coach is already getting on my ass about my tardiness.

I get in my car and  go to pick up Sarah, she's leaning against her mailbox when I pull up, dressed in possibly the tightest shorts I've seen and my hoodie. I miss that hoodie man.

"Hi handsome!" She practically screams, waving her hands and flashing a white smile behind crimsom lips. I place a kiss on her cheek and smile. 

It feels weird driving with her, she's so happy looking out the window, mouthing the lyrics to her favorite Nirvana song. What's not to love? Maybe the fact she's probably fucked half of the football team and likely my friends. I shouldn't feel bad about that damned kiss. Sarah is a beautiful girl and the most popular by far... I need her, at least my reputation does.

"Brendon!"

The car swerves as my thoughts return to the road.

 I need to forget it, I was drunk and it didn't mean a thing.

 It didn't mean a thing.

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Mr.Armstrong's class is taking longer than usual and he wont stop staring at me. He's wearing a tight, striped long sleeve shirt and black pants. His face is tired, poor kid hasn't been getting sleep. His eyes are framed by his long, messy hair. It's likely unbrushed. It looks good on him.

"Alright class, tonights assignment requires you to analyze The Foolish Virgin by Arthur Rimbaud with a partner... which in your best interest I have selected for you."

He better not have put me that boy.

"Sarah you're with Haley,"

"Pete you're with Mikey,"

"Brendon you're with..."

Please don't. Then he does.

"- Mr.Ross."

Ryan glances at me, pencil in teeth, beaming like an idiot. That's cute.

"You'll likely have to meet up with your partner to conduct a thorough analysis complete with a four page dialectical response. It's due on Thursday." Mr.Armstrong says, erasing the days the noted from the board.

Great. Just fucking great.

"Class dismissed!" Mr.Armstrong concludes with the bell.

Finally... lunch. I sit with Sarah and lock my hand into hers. She smiles.

Oh god... he's walking towards me.

"Hi Brendon." he gleams. That smile :')

"The fuck you want Ross?" I state, standing up. He backs up, smile disapating. I startled him. I feel bad. Come back to me boy.

"Well um.. I was thinking you could maybe come to my place so we could work on Mr.Armstrong's assignment tomorrow. Maybe.. I don't know." He's staring at his shoes, obviously intimidated. 

I'd never hurt him.

My friends are whispering. Of fucking course they are. The gay blockhead just invited me for a playdate.

 And I want the whole fucking toy chest.

"That works. Text me Ross." I find a small smile on my face.

What am I doing? (hopefully him)

Ayyy guys im so sorry this chapter is shit and I havent updated in forever but Im gonna update weekly I promise! Also Brendon's not gonna be an asshat forever. Also I saw Panic! on Friday and it was just wow, yikes. Anyways thanks for all the comments and votes I appreciate it so much. Bye! -Amara