fuck me through the phone ; ryden

(2) 12:45 pm

ryan could feel his throat close in on itself as he heard the words drenched in guilt spilled from dallon's mouth, "it wasn't supposed to go that far." "im sorry" "im in love with you." his world stopped and the ground felt like it was falling from underneath him. his breathing became heavy because he was just so overwhelmed.

there sat dallon on the bed soaking himself in guilt as he watched ryan freeze in his spot. this wasn't supposed to happen, none of this was supposed to happen. tears threatened to spill, a sting becoming prominent at the back of his eyes. "i'm sorry." he spoke again watching his best friend look at him with such shock he might as well be electrocuted.

something let the words slip out of ryan, having so many questions and thoughts inside of his mind, he was surprised he could make a comprehensible sentence; "how long?" ryan didn't know what to do, his best friend of years that he can't keep count, is in love with him. it didn't sound right, dallon was his friend. this wasn't right at all.

"i don't know, a while though." dallon spoke quitely, he knew exactly how long, since eighth grade. they'd always have moments, and dallon clung to those moment hoping something would come from it, but nothing ever did.

the two boys sat in silence as they took in what was happening, ryan soaked in the fact that this boy that he'd known for so long, that made those rumours and broke him and his boyfriend, was in love with him, it didn't make sense. dallon watched his insecurities pool around him, close to drowning him. his throat burned with apologies and explanations that would dare escape.

"i've gotta go." ryan said quickly, his mouth becoming dry as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

ry: dallon's in love with me.

b: what

ry: i don't know

b: how do you know?

ry: just a feeling
ry: he told me dumb ass

b: i swear to god

ry: i don't know what to do
ry: he spread those rumours too
ry: you think you know someone

b: i'm gonna kick his ass
b: i swear to god

ry: don't.
ry: can you just
ry: come over or something

b: of course
b: when?

ry: i'm home
ry: so now
ry: if that's ok

b: ill be there

ry: thank you

b: on my way

ry: i love you |
ry: okay