Brendon POV
I have a best friend, just like most teens my age. His name falls along the lines of George Ryan Ross III.
I haven't actually met him per'se.
We met on the internet, through myspace. Yes, The internet.
and today, i am actually meeting him. The boy i've talked to almost every day, and may have developed feelings for.
I pinch myself, to see if this is real. pinch holy sh*t. This is actually happening.
after being lost in my thoughts, i hear my mom call for me.
"Brendon! Get ready we're going to pick up your friend from the airport today" she yells at me.
"Ok mom" i yell back at her.
I swiftly change into some skinny jeans & a MCR t-shirt. As i put on my shoes, i feel my anxiety start to kick in.
I'm scared. What if he doesnt show up? What if his plane crashed and he died? What if.
Time skip to the airport.
My hands start to shake as i grab a sign i made just for Ryan. Bing! I hear my phone ring.
Text from: Ryro the Highro
Ryro: hey
Ryro: im at baggage claim now
me: ok we're on our way
Me: ohmygod im freaking out
Me: i cant believe this is actually happening
Ryro: same
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End of convo
me and my mom wait outside baggage claim to wait for ryan. I make my mom film us because memories, duh.
I hold up my sign as high as i can, so ryan can see me. Then after two minutes, i see him.
I see my best friend. I finally see his beautiful face.
I run as as fast as my feet can take me, and he does the same.
And then, i feel his warm arms around my torso. I am so happy at this moment, that my eyes decide to sweat.
And in these moments, i feel safe. I feel happy. I feel that nothing matters right now other than him.
[A/N] ok so here is a first chapter! Hope you enjoyed this. Might make a part two for this, not sure. Thanks for reading!
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