Screw Off, Ross |A Ryan Ross Fanfic|

Build God, Then We'll Talk

I looked behind our table to see Brent Wilson with the bleach blonde girl he cheated on me with, standing and observing.

"Wow, you and I ended our relationship last night and you've already moved on?" He raised a smug brow.

"We didn't end our relationship, you cheated on me and now you're trying to make me out as the antagonist. Well I have something you don't Brent, a conscience. And with that said I bid you good day sir." I grabbed Ryan's hand and our coffees, we walked past him straight towards the door.

"Where do think you're going, whore?" Even his voice was smug.

"I'm the whore? You're the one who cheated on me! So please tell me, how am I the whore?" I scoffed him.

"You and this faggot are fucking aren't you?" His voice raised.

"No, Brent, unlike you I don't have an urge to hump everything that moves." I smirked at him, which just made him more angry.

I heard the entire cafè go silent, and I tested my ground a little further by taking a step towards him.

"You sure jumped right on him the first chance you got. I mean, hell, he stayed at your house last night." Brent tried acting bigger than he was, which wasn't working.

"Oh, so now you're stalking me? You know what, Brent, that's enough. This is not the day for your childish drama, okay? We broke up because you cheated on me, and you are not going to bring Ryan into this because you can't except the fact you have no self-discipline. Now, once again, good day sir." I said preparing to push the door open before I heard him speak.

"At least I have enough self-esteem to where I don't cut myself." He made one last snarky reply, and I felt myself snap and my blood boil.

I snapped the lid off of my coffee so fast some of the scalding liquid splashed in my face, it burned but I didn't care.

"I said GOOD DAY SIR!" I pulled his pants from his skin and dumped the scalding caffeinated beverage into his crotch, he whined and cried.

I smiled while he squirmed at the discomfort, "I warned you what would happen if you fucked with my friends the day we met."

Ryan and I walked out, I was furious and I didn't realize how hard I squeezed his hand.

"(Y/N)!" Ryan pleaded for my attention, but I could barely hear him over my rage.

"(Y/N)!" He yelped again.

"(Y/N) YOU'RE HURTING ME!" He tried to pull himself from my grip.

"Huh?" I turned around.

"I tried to tell you that you're hurting me." He pulled his hand from mine and it was blood red.

"Oh my god Ryan I'm-I'm so sorry." I said hugging gently and feeling my self start weeping.

"Shhh...it's okay...I know he's an asshole." He stroked my hair in an attempt at comfort.

"I thank god for you everyday, George Ryan Ross the Third. How did I ever live without you?" I was so grateful for him in that moment.

"Come on, let's go home." He squeezed my body and kissed the top of my head.

I got in his car and cried the whole way home, partly because of what happened at the cafè and partly because I was terrified of what I was coming home to. When Ryan finally parked in his driveway I was still crying and he got out, picked me up bridal style, closed the door, and carried me into his house.

"Do you want to spend the night here?" He asked sitting me down on the couch.

"If I can, which I'll just say I'm going to Bev's and I'll bring some clothes over here." I kept weeping.

"Do you want to come up to my room and take a nap?" He offered, prepared to pick me up again.

"Maybe." I said looking down.

"Alright, hop on." He crouched down so I could climb on his back.

He carried me up to his room and let me lay down on his bed, he took my shoes off and placed them in a corner, along with his and crawled under the covers with me. We cuddled in his bed for awhile and I fell asleep on his chest. When I woke up it was dark outside and I asked him what time it was.

"Eight, why?" He was still half asleep.

"I have to go, Ryan." I said before slipping out of the bed, changing back into my shorts and putting my shoes back on.

I kissed his cheek before I left, "Thanks for letting me nap, I feel way better."

I ran back to my house and popped in really quick, "Hey mom?"

There was only one car in the driveway so I assumed my dad left, but upon closer inspection my mom wasn't here and her car was. I texted her.

Hey mom where are you?
Your father and I are at a diner with my boyfriend and your stepmother, we will be back shortly.
Did you need something?
Can I stay at Beverly's tonight?
Go ahead.
Love you, mom.
I love you, too.

I grabbed some clothes from my room, stuffed them in a spare backpack, zipped it, shut and locked the door, and headed back to Ryan's. I threw rocks at his bedroom window until he opened it.

"What the hell are you doing?" He quietly yelled at me.

"Let me up." I spoke back, quietly.

"Use the front door!" He yelled back.

"No, I want to do this the teenage way!" I yelled back.

We continued our argument until he told me there was a ladder in the shed. I grabbed it and extended it until it reached his window, he held it and I climbed up. We kicked the ladder from his window pane and decided to worry about it in the morning.

"What was that about? You do know we don't live in the nineties right?" He raised a brow at me.

"We could still be in the nineties in Pluto's timeline!" I countered.

I threw my backpack into the same corner as my shoes and laid down in Ryan's bed. I had been wearing his hoodie all day and I was not taking it off now, he stripped himself of his shirt and joined me under the covers.

"Night, Ry." I said laying my head on his chest, enjoying his warmth.

He stroked my hair, "Goodnight. Sweet Dreams. (Y/N)." Each phrase was punctuated by a kiss on the forehead, I giggled at him and blushed.

After twenty minutes, I went to sleep listening to his heartbeat. The last thing I remember was him softly singing a song I didn't know.

When I woke up, his place in the bed next to me was void. I felt for his warmth next to me, but it was barren. I pulled his hoodie closer to my body and went deeper under the covers due to the lack of his warmth.

"Good morning, beautiful." I could smell bacon and my mouth watered, Ryan's voice was soft and deep.

"Morning." I was still half asleep, and I felt his body crash into the bed next to me.

"I made pancakes and bacon, and if you don't get out of bed right now I will tickle you until you do." He whispered in my ear and kissed my neck.

I shivered at his lips and he chuckled, "You're too adorable."

I blushed and waited for him to leave, when I heard his door close I reached for my phone. I sprawled out to where I took up the entire bed and pulled my phone off charge. I had one hundred twenty-five notifications from Facebook, one hundred thirty two from Instagram, sixty-seven from SnapChat, twenty-eight text messages, and twelve notifications from Twitter. How did my phone blow up all night and I had no clue? Oh wait, I turned my phone off after I texted mom. It always turns on when I plug it up. Oh god, who posted what while I slept?

I really wish I would've just thrown my phone out a window rather than having checked those notifications.