Death Of Me - Ryden (Finished)

62.

Ryan's pov:

I hoped he didn't care that I was earlier here than we planned. But I didn't wanna stand in front of his house for over 15 minutes, so I knocked on Mr. Stanley's door. I heard footsteps from the inside getting louder and louder.

Then he opened the door and revealed my smiling neighbour.

"Hi, Ryan! Nice to see you, I didn't expect you to come to early", he said, still smiling, "but it's alright, I don't want you to catch a could outside."

Then I stepped inside the building and I had to admit that his house was really pretty decorated. The furniture was dark brown and they looked really old. I like those vintage decoration. The walls were beige, but not dirty like in Mr. Hollows house, according to what Brendon said.

"Just sit down, I think we can take our time now, right?", he chuckled, "I wanted to drink some coffee anyway. Do you want something?"

"No, thanks", I answered, causing him to nod.

"No hot chocolate, water or tea? Or maybe also a coffee?"

"Tea please", I answered, not wanting to be too disrespectful.

"Ok", he mumbled, walking inside the kitchen, leaving me in his living room alone.

It was silent here, just an old clock was ticking loudly with every second which passed. I took another look at the house and just now I realised that no photos were here, nothing personal. And then there was this one picture. A picture of a boy with an elder man standing in front of a lake. They both went outside to go fishing. Both seemed to be pretty happy.

"I heard you get along with Emily urie", Mrs. Stanley said loudly from the kitchen.

"Yes, I do", I answered back, still concentrating on the photo in front of me.

"What a shame what happened to the poor brother", he said, coming back with a cup of tea and one with coffee. He put the tea cup carefully in front of me down.

Maybe I should ask him of he knows something about brendons death.

"What a shame", I mumbled quietly, turning my attention to the tea.

"Don't drink yet, it's still hot", he said.

"Who's that on the picture?", I asked, pointing at the 'fishing'-picture.

Then Mr. Stanley's whole body tensed up, he put his cup of coffee on the table and started at the photo. I guess I shouldn't have asked that.

"I'm sorry", I mumbled, but he just shook his head.

"Sometimes it's better not to ask too much, and not to know too much", he mumbled coldly, looking me straight in the eyes. His look sent shivers down my spine and I immediatly felt uncomfortable in my skin.

"I know what you wanna ask", he said, smirking.

"Wh-what?", I asked, stuttering.

"Don't you think I didn't see you guys walking around and playing sherlock Holmes? Come on ask me", he said.

"Where do you know this from?", I asked, my whole body starting to tense up.

"I mean, it's understandable", he said, ignoring my question, "I also would've done the same, but he's dead and nothing can change that anymore."

I gulped and looked on my cup of tea, still tensed up.

"Did I scare you?", he asked, with a  small smirk.

And yes he did. And yes I wanted to run away, but I knew that he knew more then we do. Or maybe he was just trying to comfort me in this situation? Maybe I'm just being paranoid and should just calm down. Yeah that's what I should so.

But the thought of running away didn't disappear.

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Its getting thrilling, at least I guess so. Haha

We have to write a song in music and this is harder than I thought honestly

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