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13. Museum

Today's oneshot is dedicated to cctinsley! thank you for your request.

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"Ryan, why are we even here? you don't even like museums," Sara groaned, dragging her feet lazily across the well-swept floor.

The man rolled his eyes and didn't even bother to answer his best friend. Sara's been complaining for the last hour, and honestly, it did annoy Ryan a little. Just a little bit.

"Sara, I explained it to you. You just didn't listen. You never listen to me."

The girl scoffed, pushing Ryan a little on his shoulder. The boy looked back, glaring at Sara with an annoyed expression. "I do!"

"Sara, babe, you don't."

It was Sara's turn to roll her brown eyes, making the raven haired boy chuckle.

"I have been such a loyal friend to you for the past ten years we've known each other. How dare you, I listen-"

Sara's rant was interrupted by Ryan's hand, covering her mouth, which meant he was telling her to shut up. She talked alot, he gathered.

"There he is!" Ryan exclaimed, practically jumping with joy. His heart jumped too, with a smile glued to it's face.

"Who?" Sara asked, forcefully taking Ryan's hand off her mouth. The boy cringed as he felt a pang of pain which occurred in his hands.

Damn you, Sara. he thought.

"Shane," he answered with a gentle sigh. Even saying his name made his heart beat fast, with every thought. It made him giggle like a highschool girl, and Ryan didn't like that. But he did like this man.

Shane took no notice of him. A crowd of people gathered around him, looking around as they stared at each paintings, each objects in awe. Their eyes dancing with curiosity for each thing they see.

Ryan stared at Shane like he was the most beautiful piece of art there, and he was.

"That's who you like?" Sara interrupted, his train of thought destroyed. "This is what you've been doing? Turning down our outing just to see this man every Saturday?"

"He's not just a man, Sara," he replied, "He's amazing."

Sara smiled at her friend, "You don't even know this man."

"I could do."

"Well, why don't you?"

"He doesn't like me, duh." he said, as if it was the most obvious answer.

"You never know. Go get him, tiger." She smirked.

"What? I-"

Sara pushed Ryan to the room where the crowd of people were, tripping over his shoes as he entered. He could instantly feel eyes focusing on him; and it was awkward and discomforting.

There was silence as Ryan got up, and he didn't like it at all. He smiled, and waved awkwardly at the group, who hesitantly waved back.

"Um. May I help you?" A voice spoke, and Ryan looked at the owner. It was Shane.

Ryan was usually the talkative kind of guy, but this was the man who made his heart skip a beat. This was the man who gave him headache just by thinking about him.

okay, he's talking to you, answer back.

"U-Um, well, I-I was just lost."

lost? LOST? his mind was screaming.

Shane nodded his head slowly, as if he was trying to understand. Ryan stood still, awkwardly smiling as Shane talked to him.

"If you would like, you could join us. I was just going over this painting."

Ryan walked towards the group, his heart thumping out of his chest, literally.

The taller man continued to talk, and Ryan saw how passionate he was. He could feel himself falling for this man, and Ryan didn't want to.

The tour finished fifteen minutes later, and Ryan let out the heavy sigh he didn't he was holding. He knew for most of the tour he was staring at Shane.

"And yes, thank you for coming, I hope you enjoyed this tour. I hope to see you soon," shane smiled, and ryan was practically swooning over it.

The crowd started to become smaller and smaller as people started to leave, so Ryan turned his kneel and walked off.

"Ryan." Shane said. The shorter man looked back, smiling.

"I've seen you before, haven't I?"

Ryan remained silence, not wanting to answer the question. Shane chuckled, slowly walking towards the man.

"If I remember correctly, I saw you last Saturday, and the Saturday before that."

At this point, Ryan was panicking as the dirty blonde went closer and closer to him.

"I always see you near the door peeking, looking at me. But, thank you for coming to my tours, I really apprieciate it."

Ryan didn't know what to say. They were in a dimmed room and Ryan could feel their chest touching. He sighed, and blinked.

"Let's go out sometime."