Screw Off, Ross |A Ryan Ross Fanfic|

Tragedy + Time

The song makes this chapter better, too. I've already read through these while listening to the song and it makes them so much better.

(Your POV)

Things stayed steady between Brent and I for a few months, until the homecoming football game. After he played, I saw him making out with some bleach blonde girl. I was walking home with Beverly that night, and we were forced to pass Ryan's house. I cried a little when we walked by, I even debated on knocking on the door to check in. That is until I saw him sitting in his window, watching, from the corner of my eye. Beverly hugged me and we ran back to my house, she hugged me and I cried into her body.

"Beverly." I cried, and she hugged me tighter.

"You're okay, it'll get better, I'm sorry about everything with Brent tonight." She kept a death grip on me, until we heard a knock at the door.

She started to get up and open it, but I stopped her.

"This my house, I'll get the door." God, I wish I wouldn't have.

I opened the door to see Ryan, standing in the doorway holding a bouquet of flowers. He was wearing a blink-182 shirt, dark blue jeans, and a hoodie tied around his waist.

"Can we talk?" He reached the flowers out to me, and I slammed the door in his face.

"No." I said walking away, and then turned around to open it again.

I reopened the door and apologized, "Sorry for being rude, I'm just going through some stuff."

"I heard about Brent." He said staring at his feet.

"Yeah." I was silent, he reached the flowers out to me again.

"I'm sorry for everything." He apologized and placed the flowers in my hand, they were lavender and roses the colour of blood. My favourites.

"Thank you, Ry." I said hugging him. "Yes, we can talk. Do you wanna just walk around the block?"

He nodded his head, "Okay, just let me take these upstairs and tell Beverly where I'm going."

I ascended the stairs, handed the flowers to Beverly and told here where I was going. She told me that she'd cook me dinner and go back to her house. I told her thank you and that I loved her and descended the stairs.

"Okay, I'm ready." I said wrapping my arms in the crook of Ryan's elbow.

We talked through everything and he apologized for what he done, I apologized for everything I said to him and we made up.

"Just so you know, this hasn't fixed anything. We still have a lot of healing to do." I reminded him.

"I know, I just didn't want you to hate me. You have every right to, though. I'm sorry, I really am." He hugged me and I hugged him back, it felt nice to have his touch again.

"Everything's okay, Ryan." I told him and we hugged a bit longer.

He walked me back to my house and was about to go to his before I caught his attention, "Hey Ryan, would you maybe wanna...stay the night? I know we just started talking again, but I feel like a whole night of it is better than just around the block, plus it's kind of lonely in here when my mom goes on a bender with her boyfriend."

He accepted and we headed up to my room, "I really love it in here."

He studied my posters, records, record player, all of my makeup, the Christmas lights strewn about my ceiling, and even the fairy lights above my bed. He started playing with my light up water speakers and I couldn't help but laugh at him.

"It's so pretty in here." He examined everything I had.

"Thanks, mom, I'm going to go down to make some plates of food for us and I'll be right back." I went into the kitchen downstairs, and to my surprise Beverly made (your choice), which was my favourite. I made Ryan and I a plate each, poured a glass of water for me and tea for him and ascended to my room.

"Oh my god, this looks amazing." He said staring at the food.

"My best friend is also the best cook." I said taking a bite of it.

Ryan took a bite of it and moaned at the taste, "Holy Jesus, this is the best thing I've ever eaten."

I laughed at him and we finished eating, I took the plates down and washed them. He followed and hugged me.

"Thank you for accepting my apology." He said starting to kiss me, but I held my hand in front of his face.

"I may have accepted your apology, but I am not going to kiss you." I told him in a mom voice.

"Sorry." He said starting to go back upstairs.

"Ryan, wait." I stopped him because I felt cold without his presence.

"Yeah?" He turned around slowly.

"Come back," I said motioning to my waist, "I haven't talked to you since August and I'm cold."

He came back to where I was and wrapped his arms around my waist, I relaxed at his touch. I wanted to kiss him, but it was too soon. I turned around while he still gripped my waist and hugged him.

"I've missed you." I laid my head into the crook of his neck.

"I've missed you, too." He hugged me tighter.

The house was dark and we headed back to my room, I tossed him the remote.

"What do you want to watch?" I said snuggling into him on the bed.

"How about you pick." He handed me the remote and I chose Donnie Darko. (If you don't like Donnie Darko, change it.)

"This is my favourite movie of all time." I said, snuggling into his chest.

"Who doesn't like a movie about a schizophrenic teenager who sees a murderous rabbit, that's set in the eighties!" He replied, stroking my hair.

"Exactly." I replied snuggling closer to him, in about an hour we fell asleep.

I didn't exactly mind waking up on him that Saturday morning in October. We snuggled until about ten o'clock that morning until I got a text from my mom saying that she'd be home in twenty minutes. I got Ryan out of my bed and rushed him downstairs, he put his hoodie on me because it was cold that morning and rode his bike home.

"Thanks for staying over, Ryan, it was great to see you!" I yelled from the doorway.

"Thanks for letting me stay, (Y/N)!" He blushed before riding around the corner.

I noticed that he had left his hoodie on me, it was black with a gun printed on the front. I ran back up to my room and pulled his hoodie tightly around me, taking in his scent and enjoying every bit of it. I heard my mom open the door and I slowly went down the stairs to join her. Boy, was I dead wrong about who was in my house.