Hopeless Romantic -- Brallon

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DJW

I try to get my locker open again, but I think there's something wrong with my lock. It's either that or I'm just really shit at opening my lockers. I can't get them open as fast as I want to.

I hear a familiar voice to my side.
"You've always had trouble getting your lock open. Want me to help?" Ryan?? Why is he here? He moved away! What the fuck?

"Ryan? What are you doing here?" I exclaim.

"Well, Dallon, I moved back because my parents got sick of New York. The thing is, I'm here now and we can be together again!" He replies.

"Uh... We broke up, though...?" I'm perplexed. Does he think we can just 'get back together' because he's back?

"Correct. But I'm here now, so we can be back together and date again! Isn't that wonderful?" He says. I get my locker open and I get ready to say the honest truth.

I shake my head. "Ryan.. I'm sorry but I don't want to get back together. We can be friends, though. I'm just not looking for a relationship right now."

"But we're meant to be together! Remember what we used to talk about? We would finally kiss, grow old together, adopt children?" He pleads. We were in seventh grade. Those were just dreams that would never come true.

"But that was four years ago! We were stupid and young!" I almost yell.

He starts rambling and I pretend to ignore him. "What happened to the Dallon who was so hopeful and always looked to the future? Forever younger, growing older just the same! I said we would be together forever! And you wanted us to be! Now I'm here, and the only thing that's keeping us apart right now is yourself. Just like last time." I shake my head again. Why can't he see I don't want to be with him? He doesn't understand.

"You know what? I don't care. I don't mind. But when you're done having fun, I'll be waiting here in line." Ryan says, trying to not care.

I close my locker and sigh. "Okay. I'm not with anybody right now, nor do I want to be. I might, but not currently."

He smirks. "So you and Urie aren't a thing? Shame, I thought I'd have to pry him off of you..."

I think of a witty comeback. "I've been considering being with him, actually. I haven't even thought about you since a month after you moved." That's a lie. I have thought about Ryan, but not very positively. I remember back in middle school, he used to do everything to save our relationship. I knew we didn't work out, but he still tried to fix it.

He looks genuinely hurt. Damnit, now I feel bad. "That's not... that's not true, right, baby?" He says in disbelief. He tries to wrap an arm around my waist like he used to do before, but I flinch and step back.

Why can't he just leave me alone for now? "D-don't call me that. And don't talk to me. I don't care if we have classes together or anything. Our relationship stopped because you transferred. I moved on. Do the same, Ryan." I say as nice as I can, and walk away. Relationships don't last that long. I mean, nothing's ever built to last, and when it does, you're in ruins.

I walk into my chem class to see Ryan S. in his seat. I sit next to him and sigh.

He looks at me. "You saw him?" He asks.