Screw Off, Ross |A Ryan Ross Fanfic|

Famous Last Words

A/N I was only gonna write two chapters, but then I couldn't sleep so here I am eating pineapple, listening to Homesick At Space Camp, looking at pictures of Ryan Ross, and writing.

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"I see you lyin' next to me with words I thought I'd never speak, awake and unafraid." Ryan and I sang our favourite verse of "Famous Last Words" together.

Ryan had a beautiful voice. He was also taking me to get pizza, and then back to his place to watch a movie. I thought I had ruined any chance of a friendship between us, but after I explained everything to him he understood and we agreed to forget that PE class even happened. Which was great. He was great. He and I had been talking ever since we got into his car, and he was more than just the creepy guy who sassed teachers and kicked over desks. He was a sweet guy, with divorced parents, an alcoholic father, a very understanding personality, and great music taste. If I'm being one hundred percent honest, I was slightly crushing. He was sweet and adorable, and his voice was amazing when he sung.

We arrived at a small pizza parlour, and got out. Ryan reached for my hand and I placed mine in his, we interlaced our fingers and walked in together. We grabbed a booth and sat across from each other.

The hostess asked how many and Ryan stuck up a peace sign and mouthed "two," handed us menus and walked off. I noticed a gorgeous girl with long, curly brown hair tied into a ponytail approach our table. I noticed that she had covered up the bruises from her fight with Billy fairly well, she had layers of concealer on.

"Hello my name is Beverly and I'll be your waitress, can I start off by asking what you'd like to drink?" She asked, more interested in her order pad and the floor, than in her customers.

"Two iced teas." Ryan spoke for me.

"Okay, sir. I'll be back to get your order in a minute." She spoke and walked back to the drink counter.

"Holy fuck that's my best friend!" I whisper shouted.

"Calm down." Ryan reached beneath the table and rubbed my knee.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom really quick, so she won't know I'm here. You know what I want to eat right?" I was speaking rapidly as she started leaving the drink counter.

"Large pepperoni pizza for us both?" He asked.

"You know it." I replied before rushing to the bathroom in an attempt to hide.

(Ryan's POV)

Beverly walked back with the drinks just as I heard a door shut, it must be (Y/N) hiding in the bathroom.

"Ryan Ross?" Beverly asked puzzled.

"That would be me." I replied, keeping my cool.

"Who are you here with?" She asked, intrigued.

"Just a friend," I replied,"can I order my food now or not?"

"Huh, oh yeah, sure," she was trying to get her grounding, "what do you want to eat, Ryan?"

"A large pepperoni pizza." I reached for my phone so I could tell (Y/N) when to come back.

"For you?" Beverly was puzzled.

"For my guest and I." I replied smartly.

"Okay then." She walked off and I heard her shout my order into the kitchen.

I texted (Y/N) that she could come back out, and in a few minutes she did.

(Your POV)

I come back to be greeted by Ryan's smiling face. It was ominous, but way too adorable to ignore.

"Hello, cutie." I said arriving at our booth and booping his nose.

He giggled and I couldn't help but laugh at how adorable he was.

"I'm sorry, Ryan." I was giggling at how cute he was.

"Sorry for what?" He was still giggling.

"For freaking out." I had the biggest smile.

"It's okay, you did nothing wrong." He replied playing with his bracelets.

"I shouldn't have lost it and then hid in the bathroom." I was disappointed in how ridiculous I was.

"You have done nothing wrong, stop apologizing." His eyes pleaded with me.

God, why had I never seen this side of him before? Because you've never had a proper conversation with him until today.

Beverly came back to give us refills while our pizza was still cooking and Ryan asked for it "to go." In about ten minutes she handed him a pizza box and a check, I was hiding in the booth behind us.

"How much is it?" I asked, reaching for the check.

He snatched it from my grasp, "Don't worry, I've got it."

"Ryyaaannn." I drew his name out, like a seven year old.

"Shush, I'm paying." He was blushing, and wow he was attractive.

I snuck a look at the bill, twenty-five dollars, I immediately felt bad.

"Let me pay, Ryan." I kept pleading with him.

"No." He said placing money on the check.

"Please, I owe you." I begged.

"For what?" He was frustrated, but still smiling.

"Making you cry today." I gave him a puppy face in an attempt at reasoning.

"That's in the past, it doesn't matter now." He spoke softly and grabbed my hand.

"I still feel bad about it." I said rubbing my thumb on the underside of his wrist.

"I don't." He got up to pay, leaving me there.

We walked out together and placed the pizza in his backseat.

"You ready?" Ryan asked, gently.

"For?" I was puzzled.

"My house." His expression dropped a little when he said that.

"Yeah." I buckled my seat belt, and off we went.

The ride was more or less silent, we played music but didn't speak. I watched Ryan while he drove, I studied his features. He was utterly perfect. His soft brunette fringe, warm, deep brown eyes, pale complexion, his solid black gauges, and lanky demeanour. Hell, even his Modest Mouse shirt was perfect. Why had I never noticed him before? For years I thought he was just the annoying kid who kicked desks over and made weird comments to people, but no. He was a sweet guy with a fucked up background, he was caring, and funny, and smart. He wrote songs that were absolutely astonishing, and his singing was pulchritudinous. He was amazing, and I had never known that until today.

I wonder if he likes me, wait do I like him? Oh god, I do!

"(Y/N)?" Ryan asked concerned.

"Huh?" I replied, snapping from my daze.

"Are you okay, doll?" He was so sweet.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied, keeping myself from going back into a daze.

"Well, we're at my house." He said getting out and opening my door for me.

"Thanks." I said, and started walking towards the front door.

He opened the front door and all I could smell was the strong scent of alcohol.

This is going to be "fun."