Affection, Adoration, and Infatuation {Ryden}

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hi, lets like, forget about how long ive been gone for and how i haven't updated in like five years, okay. lets also disregard how terrible this chapter is mmmmk

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"So I'm not going to be home for awhile, my mom's holding me hostage for the next... however long she wants, she says." Dallon chuckled over the phone. "You'll be okay without me right? I can come back anytime you nee-"

"Dal, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, I'm not a child." I sighed over my end of the phone.

"I'm sorry I'm just-"

"Protective. Yeah, I know. We've had this conversation a dozen times." I rolled my eyes at him, getting irritated, although he couldn't see it. "I'm going to bed, I've had a long day." I sighed again.

"Bye, Brend-" I hung up the phone before he finished. I didn't want to talk, it's not my fault that today's been terrible. Well, not terrible, I've just been put under a lot of stress and this first day has absolutely drained me of all life I had. Nothing much happened, meeting Ryan was kind of unexpected but something that was good at least. I'd probably say that meeting Ryan is the highlight of my day. Although he ended up in the hospital, but still.

I set my phone down on the couch, getting up from my place and taking the short eight foot journey from the living room to the small kitchen. I couldn't help but sigh at what was in the fridge: nothing. I let out a quiet noise that was halfway between a growl and a whine. Deciding to not let myself starve, I phoned the nearest pizza place and ordered a ham and pineapple pizza. When the guy on the other line said it'd be a thirty to forty-five minute wait I sighed deeply. I've sighed so much I'm actually becoming light-headed, I swear to God.

The knock on the door was loud compared to the rest of the empty house. I opened the door and Pete stood there with the pizza in a delivery bag. "You work for the pizza place?" I asked as I was pulling out my money.

"Yeah, my dad's the owner and he makes me work if I don't have homework or anything to do. And as much as I love pizza, this is torture." He shrugged. "Twelve fifty by the way."

"Oh, yeah." I said and handed him the change that I was holding. "It can't be that bad though, can it?"

"I don't mind the job itself, mostly just the people. They're all a bunch of whores." He shook his head.

"Whores?"

"Yes, Brendon, whores. Especially the ones who actually come into the restaurant, they think they deserve everything like, oh my god, they'll send something back if there's a little mushroom or onion on their pizza, claiming it's been 'tainted,'" He rolled his eyes. "I have to get going, my dad's expecting me back soon." He said as he handed over the pizza. "Oh, and thanks for helping Ryan today."

"Huh?" What's Ryan have to do with Pete? Is he Pete's boyfriend or something?

"He's my best friend," He explained. "He's always getting hurt. Needs constant attention to make sure he's not dying every five seconds." He laughed. "See ya at school tomorrow!" He said as he ran -- more like waddled quickly -- down the short walkway back to where his car was parked.

I retreated into the living room and sat the box down on the coffee table in front of me and switched on the television.

I ate a few pieces before getting bored and putting it in the fridge for later. I retreated to the bed room and curled under the covers. It was much too quiet and lonely for me and I cannot sleep like this. So I just scrolled through Tumblr until two in the morning, knowing I'd regret it the next day. But who cares because it's just my sleep and sanity that I'm sacrificing. Nothing too important.