Heavy Dreams In A Seattle Sky {Ryden AU}

Chapter one: i'd Always Said i'd Leave This City

                           
    The day of August 30th, 1995 in Las Vegas, Nevada was a hot and miserable one to everyone but the warm-blooded, and the blood-sucking mosquitoes that would fly around and make such weather be bad.
    Kids were playing before they had to go to school only mere days away, while the other older teenagers stayed inside or went and hung out with other kids their age, everything was okay, and people liked it that way, it was normal, wholesome and everything but disruptive.
   In this neighborhood was a boy, one with a scrawny small body, and a height of 5'11, he had brown hair and soft dark chocolate eyes to match. This boy did not appear as the other teens in his neighborhood, as he wore things such as vests and hats, he would put flowers in his hair, an accent he always felt to be a good one, it softened people, made them look more sincere
     This boy stood in the living room of his mother's garishly designed home, and said to his father, looking him straight in the eyes. "Screw you, dad." He stared and picked up in one hand a guitar in a black smooth guitar case, and in the other left hand he picked up a suitcase, hard shell on the outside, inside it contained everything Ryan had and needed, clothes, memory keepsakes, photos, and his music folder.
      The boy's mom walked in and stared, her mouth in an almost comical o shape as she looked to him.
       "George Ryan Ross The Third, you do not speak to your father that way." She said, her voice slightly higher pitched, as she then noticed Ryan's bags, in response Ryan frowned a little and shrugged some, he glanced away from both of them.
        "I'm going, I'm leaving, and well I'm never looking back, I'm in a town where I know I won't do well, I hate it, I am not happy, I'm not satisfied anymore," Ryan said, his hand going up into a somewhat exhausted gesture. "I love you guys, but I just can't." He took in a deep breath, his finger extending, he then just right then and there through up his middle finger to his dad and high tailed it out.
          The street sides flashed by Ryan as he ran, not looking back to the small cozy tan brick home like all the other in his town, he didn't look to where he ran, he just went straight and prayed he would have some realization smack him in his face, he frowned a little, suddenly Corning to realize now what was happening, he was now 18 and he was free...and alone...and well had to pay for bills now and food...he shook his head and suddenly felt himself smack into someone, he fell to the ground and squinted as someone came into focus, and a sign next to the person, Ryan's eyes focused on the sign first "The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints..." Ryan looked up and his eyes focused on a guy...a guy who seemed to be around Ryan's age, maybe a little younger, he really couldn't tell yet, the guy had whisked back hair, it seemed to all flow in one nice dark brown swoop, his dark almost black eyes seeming to reflect on his hair, the boy seemed to be around 5'8 maybe 5'9, the boy had a somewhat dazed look as he stood up and looked to Ryan.
       "Jesus gotta go fast, much..." the boy murmured as he looked to Ryan, rubbing the spot on his he had hit, laughing some, Ryan store and shook his head.
       "Sorry I was just-" Ryan paused as he looked deep into the other males soft dark warm umber eyes, seeming to get lost in this strangers eyes. "Trying to find the uh bus stop..." Ryan said as he looked away from the other male, his ears red and his naturally tanned face, the guy laughed and nodded some as he stretched.
      "I'm Brendon for one, and for two I can show you where, are you new to this town?" Brendon asked the other male, Ryan laughed a little and rubbed the back of his neck, the embarrassment creeping back into his voice now as he said:
       "Names Ryan, and well I just don't get out much." he admitted as he took a look back into those brown eyes, some said the eyes were the gateway to the soul, and at this moment as Ryan looked into Brendon's eyes he truly believed they did, that he could look into this boy's soul and into eternity "but yeah, I'd appreciate the help," Ryan said, causing Brendon to nod as he started to walk, Ryan followed, counting every step, every crevice in the sidewalk as he walked alongside Brendon, he didn't look up, he couldn't for some reason, he couldn't face this town and he never would before he left it, that made him feel small, insecure, like he shouldn't be so weak. "Shouldn't you be in church?" Ryan asked Brendon
       "Don't think they'll miss my absence for a while so what be it." Brendon simply responded as Ryan spoke up and broke the silence as they passed stores, churches, homeless shelters, Ryan finally lifted his head, looking at the place he'd called home all 18 years of his life, the place he didn't even feel he could call him, but did anyway, always fearing leaving it, until now, when he felt he finally had to leave, that he couldn't stay in the dreadful place anymore the casino whore infested town of slum religion, drug addicts and alcoholics, he sighed as he passed the subway, where people were happy, sad, all emotions as they got their lunches and went on, he then walked more, every footstep going flat against the grey toned sidewalk as he looked to the Golden Gate Hotel And Casino, memories flooding back as his eyes stung the threat of tears now nearly an intimate one that evaded him, he sighed and this time Brendon was the one that spoke up
        "Something got you down?" Ryan frowned at what Brendon asked and pretended to smile, shaking his head at the other male, his hair falling in his eyes.
        "Just...lots to think about>" Ryan slowly replied, choosing his words, Ryan could now see the greyhound station and he felt his stomach churn some, he could feel himself count every step
          One
           Two
             Three
               Four
          And then he was at the threshold of one of the ticket windows, he looked to Brendon who seemed to linger, Ryans eyes met Brendon and they stared at each other before Brendon chided up.
          "You're going to make it, not in this town maybe, but you're going to make it, uh...Ryan.' Brendon said awkwardly, Ryan didn't know why but he didn't want to leave this male here, he knew that's not what was supposed to happen, not how fate intended it to be, he pulled out 385 dollars, the money heavy and weighed in his hand, almost the    
same as his heart felt at that moment. Ryan looked to the lady and handed her the money.
            "Two tickets to Seattle."   Ryan said, his voice full of fear, fear for the future, fear of the unknown: fear of what's around the corner
, he looked to Brendon and handed him a ticket.
              The other males stomach went to coils as he was handed the ticket, want, desire, hope bubbling to the surface, but he shook his head and simply watched as Ryan walked up to the bus, he'd made it just in time to, he held the ticket in his hand, knowing this was the begging of a new chapter of his life, he was ready as he stepped onto the stairs to the bus, extending a hand and handing the ticket to the bus driver with a curt nod, weary to leave behind the newly found friend he'd made, but he didn't look back, just forward to a new beginning.