Hopeless Romantic -- Brallon

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(Yeah um I'm very busy and stressed this week, so here's an update. Also, I posted a few chapters to "Shoot Up With Your Perfume", if you're interested. Since I'm busy this week and won't have much time, here's an update to keep you guys satisfied for now! Enjoy!)

DJW

"Can you just drop me off? And not go inside my house?" I ask.

Ryan offered to drive me home, again. I declined, but he practically forced me to get a ride from him. Now we're sitting in his car, arguing.

"Actually, I have a better idea! Why don't we go to my house? We could hang out!" Ryan exclaims.

"Yeah, no. Just take me home, please." I sigh.

He shakes his head. "Nope! We're going to my house! What should we do? Watch TV? Do homework? Make out?" 

"None of those things. Just drive me to my house, Ryan." I say. 

"No! Let's go to my house." He begs. 

"If you're not taking me home, I'll just walk home. Bye." I groan, and turn to open the car door. I try to open the door, but it's locked. Of fucking course.

I roll my eyes. "Um, open the door?? Let me get out. I'm not getting a ride from you anymore."

"Nah." He simply replies, and starts to drive. 

"You fucker! This is like... kidnapping!! Let me get out!" I yell.

He smirks. "Is it really kidnapping if you're my boyfriend?"

"Uh, yeah, you asshat. Are you really that stupid? Was Brendon right? You really do have a stupid little brain to not understand that this is basic kidnap." I sneer.

He continues driving. "I'm not stupid. I'm smart enough to know you'd date me if I threatened to tell everybody about your anxiety." He scoffs. "It really is that bad, though. You just overreact, throw up, and get sick a lot of the time because you can't handle anything."

I don't say anything. Is he right? Am I really that sensitive? I mean, mom said there's nothing wrong with me, but there obviously is. 

"Who's witty now? You can't think of a response. Exactly. I'm right. And since you can't handle anything, you should have someone to take care of you. Enter me. I'll take care of you. Don't think otherwise." Ryan says.

I try to argue. "But-"

"But what? Don't bother saying Brendon will help you. He's trying to, but you just don't let anyone help you. That's why I'm doing this." He interrupts.

"How do you know that? You heard what we were saying, earlier, huh? Oh my god." I say quickly.

"You thought I wouldn't?" He asks.

"Wait, that's not why you're doing this. You're doing this because you want to have sex with me." I state. "I know what you want. All you want is to have me all to yourself, so you can rub it in Brendon's face. 

"No! That'd be a terrible thing to do!" Ryan exclaims. Yeah right. What an amazing liar.

"I bet a thousand dollars you're just lying to my face. I'm right this time, because everybody knows that's what you want to do! Even if you deny it yourself, your motives are too obvious." I explain.

"Whatever. We're already here anyways." He parks on the street and stops the car.

"Drive me home! I said I didn't want to go to your house!" I yell.

"No. We're going to my house, and we're going to hang out as boyfriends. Because that's what we are. Okay?" He says slowly, as if I'm a child.

"I don't like you. Fuck you, anyway." I say.

He glares at me, and steps out of the car. He walks to my side of the car and opens the door.

"No thanks. I'm not getting out." I passively sigh. "Take me home."

Ryan looks amused as he pulls out his phone and starts typing on it. What is he-

"Don't worry babe, I just need to do something first. Y'know, since you don't want to actually spend time with me." He smiles.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Nothing." He replies.

He puts his phone to his ear, and I hear ringing. I'm still sitting in the car with the door open, while he leans on the side of the car.

"Hello?" I hear from Ryan's phone. Wait, shit, that's Brendon! Fuckfuckfuckfuck-

"Hi, Brendon! It's Ryan Ross. Just wanted to chat for a bit." Ryan speaks.

"Why the fuck would I want to talk with you?" Brendon's voice speaks through the phone.

"Would you rather talk to Dallon? He's here with me, y'know. I was going to tell you something very important about him. Unless you don't want to know." Ryan says, picking at his fingernails.

"Ryan! Shut up! Don't tell him!" I whisper harshly. I try to grab his phone, but he jumps out of the way.

"Hahaha, you stepped out of the car!" Ryan laughs.

"Is anybody there? What do you mean by 'important thing'?" Brendon asks.

I attempt to grab Ryan's cellphone, but he moves away from the sidewalk to his front yard.

He starts to talk on the phone again. "Don't worry, Brendon! I just wanted to tell you about Dallon's-"

I successfully swat the phone out is his hand. We scramble to pick it up off the grass, but I hit decline the call before he can get to it.

"Why the hell would you do that??!" I scream.

"Why do you think I did that? It's called blackmail, you fucking idiot!" He yells back. "That's what you get for not wanting to spend time with be, despite us being boyfriends!"

"No! I've said it before, and I'll say it again! We're only 'boyfriends' because I don't want you to make me lose my friends, and hurt Brendon!!" I say.

"Well, I'm glad you thought this option was better." Ryan spits, and grabs his phone off the ground. 

We both stand up and glare at each other.

"I'm walking home. Bye." I simply say, and pull out my phone to check where I am.

He sighs. "Are you serious?"

I nod.

"I could drive you home instead. Or you could stay the night at my house." He shrugs.

"No. I'm going home, without your help. You can go." I state.

He reluctantly walks inside his house, looking back at me every few seconds. I put on my phone's location, and notice that I'm not that far away from my own house, but I might want to call someone to pick me up.

I call my mom.

"Mom? Can you pick me up? I'm at (insert name of random address here)." I say.

"Um, okay. Whose house are you at?" She asks through the phone.

I bite my lip. "Ryan Ross'. He uh, drove me here, but I decided not to hang-out. I didn't want his help going home, so now I'm just here."

"I'll be there." She says.

I hang up and sit on the sidewalk. I don't even want to look at Ryan's house.

I hear a yell behind me. "Did you call someone to pick you up?" 

I turn my head to see Ryan's window open, with him looking down at me with concern.

"Yeah. So fuck off." I say.

He retreats back inside his room. This has been a long day. 

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Songs referenced:
Afraid- The Neighbourhood
That's What You Get -Paramore