New Perspective // Ryan Ross x Reader//

Hello, love // Ch 1

(Your pov :))

It's my first day in this town, Las Vegas. My dad wanted to move here for more gambling opportunities and legal drugs and well, I had no choice to come here. My mom is somewhere up in heaven and I'm only 17 and I can't leave yet.

I open the door of the car and get out looking at the two story house that sits in front of me, old vines and huge trees. I would quite enjoy this view if my dad wasn't here.

"You can pick any room you want, make yourself at home, i'll have the workers take your shit to your room for you." My dad says before lighting a cigarette

"Thanks." I grumble 

I turn the knob of the door and enter the house and immediately go upstairs. Maybe if I pick a room up here i'll be able to see a worker fall, trying to get my mattress up the stairs. I smile and run upstairs and look through all the rooms. All plain and boring. 

Then I finally open the door to the last room at the end of the hall and see a huge room with a window seat and wooden floors, along with dark red brick walls. Sick.

I fly back downstairs and lead the workers to the room. Unfortunately none of them fall, but one is so tall that he smacks his forehead on the door frame while entering my room. I straight up laugh at the fool and cross my arms as they set everything down. They finally flee out of the room and I shut my door and lock it.

I set up my bed, desk, and everything else before getting the decor out. First I put my tapestry on my ceiling with my small just for the aesthetic wooden stool. I lay my rug down and put my sheets on my bed. Put my plants all around the room and polaroids of my pretty finds, friends, and fiends.

Once I'm finished getting settled I go downstairs to check out the rest of the house. "Y/n can you go downtown and get some nails, we need those." My dad says and I roll my eyes 

"Sure" I say and he gives me some cash

I go outside and hop on my bike, riding the old thing down the sidewalk, feeling the spring air hit my face and I smile. I close my eyes and smell the fresh outside air and hear the birds and feel at peace. I open my eyes and jerk my bike to the side, falling off of it into the grass, yelping.

A tall, skinny boy stands there with a wooden stick in his hand and sunglasses that rest on his button nose. 

"I'm sorry for scaring you, love. I can't really see, because I'm blind so if you would just grab my hand I could help you" he says in a nice voice, looking my direction

I grab his hand and he sets his stick down, kneeling down in front of me.

"Are you bleeding?" he asks

I nod and then kms in my mind because he's blind you dumb bitch

"Yes my knee is, may I ask what your name is?" I say

He smiles "The names Ryan ross, nice to meet you."

"Y/n. Nice to meet you as well, I'm really sorry for almost running over you with my bike" I say

He giggles 

His hand searches for my knee and I hiss when he finds it

"sorry, love" he says

He takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and then ties it tightly around my open wound I smile, what a gentleman. He looks up and smiles at me. 

"You're new around here aren't you." He states

"Uhm yeah how could you tell." I say

"Oh I just didn't recognize the voice and it's a small town so I know everyones voice." He says

I nod

"Well I need to get back home, I really am sorry about this and I hope your knee gets better, have a good day." He says and touches my cheek before kissing the top of my head and standing up with his stick and leaving.

I blush and fall back down on the grass even though I'm sitting down. This town just got better.