You Weren't Boring (Ryllon)

Chapter One

Hi, I'm just going through and fixing punctuation.

A/N: This whole story is in Dallon's perspective

"Make sure you do your homework. Or don't, I don't care," Mr. Laurens, my history teacher, says once the bell rings. I sigh and everyone leaves, me being one of the firsts.

"Hey, new kid," Brendon, my more energetic best friend, says as we walk down the hall. I look at him, not knowing where he is looking. Then someone runs into me, tripping on my foot. I stop and turn around.

I frown ever so slightly, as the boy on the ground in front of me looks.... different. Everything is gloomy compared to him. Well, gloomier. He doesn't have dull, tired eyes as everyone else usually has. His eyes are instead chocolatey, but light and filled with some sort of happiness that I have never experienced.

He looks up at me. Before I can stop myself, my hand is already reaching out to help him up. He takes it, stands up, and smiles.

What? No! He can't smile, he's too.. cute! He shouldn't be allowed to do this.

I quickly realize that I am still holding his hand, so I let go.

"I-I haven't uh... haven't seen you around here... before..." I say. Brendon stares at me, shocked at my sudden nervousness.

"Yeah, I'm new. My name's Ryan, Ryan Ross," the kid says, smiling more. A weird feeling sparks in my chest, causing me to be more scared and nervous.

"I'm... uh... Dallon. Dallon Weekes, and this is Brendon Urie," I say, gesturing to Brendon.

"Hey." Ryan smiles cheerfully. He looks back at me and I feel the spark again. Brendon awkwardly clears his throat.

"I'll see you later," Brendon says quietly as he walks away.

"Um, could you possibly show me around a bit?" Ryan asks.

No, of course not.

"Sure."

Why can't I just say no to this boy?

Ryan's eyes light up with another emotion that I haven't experienced.

"Really? Thanks, uh, Dallon," Ryan says.

Another spark.

Why do I like hearing him say my name?

"Move it, kid," a guy who I believe is called Pete says, pushing Ryan. Before he can fall, I wrap my arms around him. Spark. Pete continues walking, not turning around once.

"Are you okay?" I almost gasp at my own words.

Why did I ask that? Why do I care?

"Yea, I'm fine. It happened a lot at my old school," Ryan chuckles softly, which again, spark, but there's a certain hint of sadness within his laugh.

"What class do you have?"