ryan scrambles around his room just trying to find anything to wear. he picks out a pink floyd shirt, black skinny jeans, and a leather jacket. he puts on some converse and fixes his hair up. he gets a text from brendon saying he's outfront of what he believes is ryan's house.
ryan looks out his window and sure enough there's a minivan outfront.
"the minivan?" ryan types out, grabbing his wallet and house keys from his desk.
"the lamborghini for moms." brendon responds.
ryan jogs downstairs. his mom isn't home and he's not sure when she'll be back. it's not like she ever has time for him anyways. he locks the front door on his way out and jogs to brendon's minivan.
"hey." ryan greets climbing into the passenger seat.
"hey." brendon responds smiling. he's wearing a black hoodie with rose details on the front and complementing black jeans.
brendon said the minivan was his mom's, but he was the one to nickname the minivan "the chariot" when he was thirteen. brendon also told ryan he was two younger siblings, twins, a boy and a girl. ryan was an only child. it had been him and his mother ever since she was a teen when she had him, he told brendon that which he had told no one.
for some reason, ryan feels like he can trust brendon. on one hand, brendon is this hilarious, doesn't-give-a-fuck guy, but on the other he's caring and gentle.
ryan thinks he's falling in love and that terrifies him.
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stupid for you ↝ ryden
Fanfictionryan wants to die before he's old, brendon only has a couple months to live.