Rylands pov
As soon as I entered the gates of Hell—school— Garrett and Rachel spotted me as they were walking down the hallway, exchanged looks and started bolting towards me. Garrett, of course, tripping on people (and himself).
"Ho—ly—shit" Rachel pants, her head between her knees.
"We—never—run" Garrett mirrors her, chest shuttering up and down.
He shoots back up and crosses his arms, looking over at her and back to me, nodding.
"You fucking kissed Shane" she blurts.
"I fucking kissed Shane" I repeat, sighing.
"What—woah wait did you not want to kiss him?" Garrett says while raising a eyebrow.
"First of all, I was not thinking strait" I explain
"You were wasted Ryland" They both laugh.
"He's a good kisser tho aye" Rachel smirks; elbowing me jokingly.
"How would you know?" I tease.
"I've kissed him. Duh" she laughs
"They used to date" Garrett explains impatiently.
"Anywayyyy" Rachel notices his annoyance and focuses her attention on the details of the kiss.
"So. Is it official?"
"Is what official?"
"Rane!" Garrett squeals excitedly.
I giggle "that's a terrible ship name".
"Shland?" Rachel suggests.
"Ew"
"Sland"
"Hell no"
"Rylane"
"Blehh"
"Oh your so picky"
"Shyland"
"Hmm. I can dig that"
"It's official. SHYLAND IS OFFICAL" Garrett practically yells through the halls, causing people to stare in our direction.
"What'd you lookin at" Rachel growls, shooting daggers from her eyes, forcing people to turn red and look away.
"Shit your scary" I laugh
She laughs and nods her head, agreeing.
"Damn right"
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Garrett's pov
Why did I feel like this?
Ever since I had seen Ryland drunkly dance with Shane, I had felt empty.
Every time they did something it felt like a piece of me, of my puzzle was being taken away.
When he wrapped his arms around his neck.
When they laughed together.
The way Ryland looked at Shane.
The way Shane flirted with Ryland.
When Shane planted his hands on rylands waist.
The way they kissed.
It burned a hole in me, in my soul
In my heart.
I felt empty, betrayed.
I longed for something like that.
I craved it.
I needed him.
I needed Shane.
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[A/N: I have literally become addicted to reading, writing and listening to lofi on Soundcloud until 5am ahaha :)]
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bad / shyland / completed
Fanfiction"everyone calls me the bad boy; what do you think of me?" contains: swearing, drug use, breaking and entering, depression, cutting (only a little bit), and abuse/references to abuse
