Star Crossed //☽ ☾\\ Rydon

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The spotlight wasn't what Ryan had always craved, he just wanted to share his music but somehow he ended up being on the cover of every single magazine, news headline and billboard across the world.

He had the one and only Pete Wentz to blame for that, he was the one that made the band blow up, not Ryan. Yet, Ryan was the one seen as a heart throb.

Ryan didn't often leave his house being as every time he did he was spotted in public he had young girls latching onto his arms as if they were dangling from a cliff and not to mention the screaming.

Of course, Ryan loved his fans, more than anything but there was a certain sub category he couldn't help but hate.

The shippers.

From day one Ryan had Fanfics popping up here and there about him, different people attempting to pair him with fellow band members and even people he didn't know.

But lately, It has gotten worse.

There was a man named Brendon Urie. This man was just as big as Ryan and his band Alternate Division, but he was known as America's Badass. He was the kind of person that every teenage girl had a poster of in their room, that every mom would hate, and every homophobic prick would definitely fuck. He was unstoppable, nothing could get in his way. Each day he covered more and more magazines, Acted in more movies ad filled the dirty thoughts of America's minds and internet browsers.

Obviously this man was so famous that he only associated with the most elite celebrities and their hangouts. Usually glamorous places filled with silicone implants and lines of coke on just about every surface. With all of this in mind, it's no surprise that Brendon was kicking back at one on a particular friday night, the surprise was that Ryan was there too.

As said before, Ryan didn't leave his house often yet somehow, Pete had managed to drag him from his eternal crisis to this cum hole of a place. While Ryan found himself trying to shrink away from the cameras and flashing lights of the paparazzi, Pete would turn his head and flash his money-making smile or make faces at the cameras.

Once inside this skank filled hole Ryan felt as if he were being choked by the sweat and hot breath that hung in the air. Within about 2 seconds Pete had managed to slither off to god knows were so Ryan found himself walking towards the bar where everyone looked sad and upset minus that one shining boy.

He sat upon the stool, smile sparkling and leather jacket gleaming, the Ramones shirt beneath ripped and tattered in a way that only looked good on him, his skinny jeans ripped at the knees. He was sitting and talking to the bartender who was a small thin woman with bright blue eyes, and black stick straight hair.

Seeing that the only seat available was of course had to be next to this sparkling boy and lord knows that Ryan just wanted to get himself some alcohol but nooo.

Being the man he was, Ryan pulled up his big boy pants and walked briskly to the bar. Upon seeing him, the bartender looked away from Brendon for a millisecond to take his order.

"One peach and lime daiquiri please." I said hoping to god that Brendon wouldn't recognize me.

"Peach and lime still huh?" Brendon said almost as if to himself without turning his head.

"I guess I still can't break my old habits." I said in one quick breath.

Turning to me and flashing me one of his award-winning smiles Brendon let out a light laugh.

"God how long has it been Ryan?"

"5 years." Ryan found the words tumbling out of his mouth faster than he could contain.