Chasing Butterflies- Ryden

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--Brendon--

Have you ever wanted to be in an affair? The thought of keeping a secret from your husband/wife is thrilling. Its even more thrilling when the person you're having an affair with knows about your husband/wife. But cheating does come with a price.

Imagine being 'happily' married and waking up to your husband/wife making breakfast. The two of you eat together, and just right before they leave for work, you kiss them on the cheek and tell them goodbye. The second they go out the front door, you dial up your lover's number. Minutes later, they arrive at your door. You do whatever you do with them and they leave before your husband/wife come home.

But what if your husband/wife finds out? If you're famous, you'd be humiliated once they hand over the divore papers. The press will shower you with questions, the fans will start rumours. All hell will freeze over. But, you could marry your lover after some time.

I want Dallon because I don't want to hurt his feelings. Its just for show.

I want Ryan because I like him a lot, and I know that will turn to love. I want an actual life with him. I want to get married and adopt kids. I want to wake up every morning next to him. I want to grow old with him and sit on the benches at the park, throwing fucking bread crumbs at the pigeons with him. I want to make him happy.

Ryan would be my lover, and Dallon would be my husband in that kind of situation.

I lay in bed, the light from the Thursday sun pouring into my room. I get up, do my daily routine, grab my phone and my backpack, and run out of the house.

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I sit next to Ryan in music. First period was boring. I fell asleep for most of the class, but Ryan woke me up when the bell rang. I constantly thank god for him.

Mister Baker yawns and walks in the room, his eyes drooping, and its obvious that he didn't get much sleep last night.

Neither did I.

What's the point of sleep anyways? We lay in bed, shut our eyes, and then turn off for a few hours. And then we have dreams or nightmares. Sometimes we don't get any. Sometimes we just watch the backs of ours eyes. Its boring.

Why sleep when I can be doing something productive with my life? And if I feel sleepy, I'll drink coffee.

Why sleep when I can rethink everything I've done in my memories? Why sleep when I can imagine life from a different perspective?

Sleeping? No.

I prefer to daydream.

Mister Baker falls asleep on his desk, and students start to move around. Ryan and I get up to join Dallon and the others.

They're all standing in one big circle, and Ryan and I stand at the end, right next to each other. Hayley rambles on about starting a band, and the rest nod their heads and discuss the topic amongst theirselves.

"I want to call my band Paramore. We'll write punk ass music and do guitar solos and all that." She says.

"Ryan and I already have a band. Its called Panic! At The Disco." I say, looking adoringly at him.

"That's rad." Taylor states.

Ryan blushes when he notices my gaze, and he kisses my cheek when the others are distracted. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dallon glaring at him.

Ryan sees him, too, and he smirks and kisses my neck. I let out a little gasp and Dallon breaks the pencil he was holding. He walks out the classroom and slams the door.