Ryden Kik

xxix

"Brendon, fuck I'm so sorry, Brendon," Ryan says, tears spilling out of his eyes as he hugs the younger.

"Don't apologize, Ry," he says, hugging back. "You don't need to apologize."

"No, Bren, I do. I... I accused you of telling so many people.. I'm so, so, so sorry."

"It's okay, Ry. Trust me, it's okay. Everything is okay."

"It's not okay. I fucked up."

"Ryan, please listen to me. It's okay, I'm not mad at you for it."

"You should be."

"Well I'm not. Now, how are you doing?" Brendon asks, pulling away from Ryan and sitting across from him.

"I'm gonna go with not good, considering I swallowed an entire bottle of pills."

"Ry... Why'd you do it?"

"I... They got to me. I let them get to me. I shouldn't have, but I did. I let them win. I let them in. I'm sorry."

"Hey," he says, grabbing Ryan's hands. "I thought I told you not to apologize."

"Sorry," Ryan mumbles. Brendon glares at him, but can't stop himself from laughing.

"Ryan," Brendon says, looking him right in the eye, suddenly serious again. "Promise me you won't ever do that again."

"I won't, I promise."

"Pinky promise," he says, sticking out his pinky. Ryan laughs and wraps his around Brendon's.

"Thank you, Brendon," Ryan says quietly.

"For what?"

"Not hating me entirely."

"I'll never hate you. No matter how much you want me to, I never will."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Positive. Now Ryan, I have a question for you." Ryan nods, telling him to continue. "Can I kiss you?"

Ryan smiles. "I'd love that."

So Brendon does just that. He kisses him. Hard. He pushes Ryan back onto the bed, not caring that they're in a hospital and that anyone could walk by and see them at any minute. Like Z, for example, who's standing in the door way, happy that her friend has finally found someone that he can be happy with

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Why the fuck are my teachers so weird

First my health teacher thinks dairy, specifically yogurt, is a government conspiracy

Now

My history teacher

Has these weird goals in life

Wants to run a food truck, but only sell baked potatoes

And

He wants to get a shit ton of mason jars and fill them either with water from the hoses that the football team uses or just not open them and say their filled with air
And then sell them
Marketing them as either "Fresh rain water" or "Fresh Parma air"
(Lol no one stalk me)
His exact words "I'm gonna get a bunch of jars, and we're gonna fill them with water from the hose outside and air from the hallways, and then we're gonna sell them. And even though its nasty ass water and air from the hoses and the probably polluted hallways of Holy Name high school (I'm giving you guys so much info to stalk me with) people will buy it cause its fresh, and we're gonna make millions. If you guys help me do it we can have a pizza party with the money"
I think it's actually happening
One kid said he'd make an Instagram account for it
Another kid who's a YouTube "rapper" said he'd advertise it in his videos

I love high school

I think my teachers are on drugs