stationery on sundays, love letters on mondays ~ryden~

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"i'll get the white peach please, with jellies"

brendon says to the cashier. this is our third date to the bubble tea place down the road from my apartment. brendon says that's why he chose it. i asked him why he knew my address and he just replied "spencer". i make note to thank spencer.

"you look really cute in that sweater b"

i compliment him. he blushes and tries to hide behind his sleeves but i pull them away,

"don't cover that part. that's the best part of the look"

i smile. brendon just blushes harder, but doesn't cover his face this time. we always make small talk on the most random things, tonight it's what colour of fairy floss tastes best. i'm arguing that the colour doesn't affect the taste, brendon is saying that purple is the best. 

our bubble tea comes in a matter of minutes. brendon snaps a photo with his phone, then sips the pinkish liquid out of the straw. i take a picture of that instead of my drink. 

"delete it!"

brendon yells as soon as he sees me trying to post it on my instagram. we are outside now, our bubble tea long gone. brendon snatches my phone out of my hands and i yell out in surprise, he may be small but he is quick.

"ryan, is this message true?" 

brendon asks holding up my phone. one of my messages is displayed on screen. it's a text from spencer simply saying "make him yours". this time it's my turn to blush. i nod sheepishly. brendon hands my phone back to me, slipping it in my back pocket, arms wrapped around me. after my phone is successfully back in my pocket he wraps his arms around my waist and leans into my chest. i hug back, his soft sweater under my hands. he pulls away and kisses me on the cheek,

"of course i'll be yours"