My Kind of Perfect // raryn [COMPLETED]

18 - random

N O  O N E 

Staring at the sky above him, Ryan felt like anything in the world was possible. The shining balls of fire gave him an unbelievable amount of hope for him and for humanity. For some reason, the stars felt like Ryan's voice. It was like they were speaking for him. But the only words they would say to him was "you're okay now" and Ryan, for the first time in his life believed the words as Aryn carefully put his arm around Ryan's shoulder.

Its been a month since the shooting, and in that month, Ryan was able to improve his strength in his leg, and was back to normal. Ryan always believed he was able to regain the feeling in his legs thanks to Aryn and Lucille's help. 

"You truly love the stars," Aryn's voice muttered as Ryan's eyes were glued on the dancing stars as a smile grew on his face. 

"Why do you love them so much?" That question cause Ryan to stare up at his boyfriend, in complete awe. No one, and I mean no one, ever showed interest in Ryans love for the stars, so it was a really unusual thing for him. 

"The stars are glowing balls of fire, they are supposed to be something we fear, but yet, every night people gaze upon them, wishing for love or luck, but they ignore the true beauty of them." Ryan began as Aryn stared at him, waiting for him to continue as the sea hit their feet. 

"Stars are almost like people, you see people shine an succeed in life, stars are always shining and succeeding in making the night sky beautiful, but yet, people die, and thats when the sky loses a star, because even if they are millions of miles away from us, I believe they feel the same way we do, they have feelings, but they fall when someone dies. It always comforted me that at least one of these stars was looking down on me, keeping me safe despite everything I've been through. And that thought along got me through everything I ever face." Aryn stared at his boyfriend, completely in shock. He never heard anything so beautiful in his life. 

"You should be a poet." Ryan laughed and shook his head as he folded his arms. 

"I don't want to write poetry about my life Aryn," Ryan muttered with a soft smile on his lips. "Maybe I'll make a movie, or write a book about it. But poetry, its the one thing I don't like about English," Aryn smiled nodding his head, causing his now dyed brown hair to flop on his eyes. But Ryan instantly put his hand through Aryn's hair, making his hair slick back. 

The two just stood in silence after that. But Ryan's eyes were glued on the stars which he found fascinating and beautiful, while Aryn was staring at Ryan, who he would fascinating and beautiful. 

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The next day, Aryn walked into Ryan's room to see him on his phone so he took the device from his hand and threw a box on the cotton linen. Ryan looked at the box then to Aryn.

"You let me into your life, now I want to let you into mine," A smile placed itself on both of the boys faces.

"When I was younger, I would always go to my grandmothers, and she would have dozens of jigsaw puzzles, and I just fell helplessly in love with it. And now, I want you to come into this part of my life." Ryan didn't say anything, instead he placed the 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle on the ground and the two got to work on the puzzle. 

"Ryan-"

"Aryn, thats in the place!" 

"No it isn't! I should know!" 

Juliet stood outside the door, flustered as she believed the boys were doing something sinful, but when she opened the door, she laughed seeing Ryan holding up a corner piece of a puzzle and his index finger on the corner of the puzzle as Aryn was looking at it confused. 

"You two almost gave me a heart attack," The boys stared at Juliet, but she shook her head as she placed a plate full of cookies on the ground. "Have fun," they thanked her as she shut the door behind her. 

Hours past, and finally the two were done the puzzle. 

"How do you do this for stress release? This would cause me a shit ton of stress," Ryan muttered looking down at the puzzle of a field with a puppy in it. 

"It calms me down, like art does for you," Aryn pointed out and Ryan sighed now understanding. 

"Lets just sleep," Ryan muttered as he threw himself on the bed. Aryn chuckled as he stared at Ryan, who's arms were wide opened in the air. Smiling, Aryn fell into Ryan's arms, and suddenly, sleep took them away. 

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DAMN I HAVENT UPDATED IN SO LONG BUT THIS IS THE SECOND LAST CHAPTER SO YEAH 

- b x