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feelslikechristmas 🎄 : RYAN I'M COMING OVER TOMORROW

onthebadlist : i know babe

feelslikechristmas 🎄 : babe?

onthebadlist : OH uhhh

onthebadlist : sorry..

feelslikechristmas 🎄 : lol it's fine ry, you get so flustered every time you say something cute

onthebadlist : i guess i do that a lot huh

feelslikechristmas 🎄 : yeah

feelslikechristmas 🎄 : hey did you tell your mom i'm coming over?

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feelslikechristmas 🎄 : ryan

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feelslikechristmas 🎄 : RYAN ROSS OMG YOU DIDN'T TELL YOUR MOTHER

onthebadlist : haha..guilty

onthebadlist : actually she doesn't even know i kissed you

feelslikechristmas 🎄 : ryan you need to tell her

onthebadlist : i know. i will

onthebadlist : ya know what, brb

feelslikechristmas 🎄 : ok


Ryan shifted on his bed, throwing the plush blue blankets off of his body. He sucked a breath through his teeth at the cold air hitting his bare legs. The boy tugged at the ends of his shorts in an attempt to shield himself from the cold atmosphere in his bedroom.

Ryan rolled out of bed, hair already a mess because of the soft cover of his pillow. There was an advantage to being quiet in class. He unconsciously paid attention all the time, making homework relatively simple to figure out. Especially writing, of course, which Ryan excelled at. It was also Friday so he had more time to waste doing nonsense instead of work.

The teenager trudged out of his room, gently brushing his fingertips over the fairy lights hung on the frame of his bed as he walked past. He pulled the bedroom door open and shut it behind him, stepping into the hallway. Photographs covered the walls, scattered about. The sight never failed to amaze Ryan; he was always able to recount and recollect images in his mind about his childhood, friends, and family.

Even from the top of the stairs, Ryan could hear the faint sound of humming waft from the first floor to the second. The boy's heart sped up at the noise, aware that his mother was in a cheerful mood. Hopefully she'd be the same after their conversation.

Ryan walked down the stairs, his hand sliding down the smooth railing and the footsteps of his bare feet padded softly against the wooden floorboards. The humming fell silent when Ryan came into his mother's peripheral vision. She turned to him, a warm smile adorning her face. 

"Ah. Well I see my son has finally come down to join me."

"Yeah, hi mom."

"Hi Ryan."

Ryan fiddled with his fingers behind his back, wanting to elongate their conversation so he would never get to his point. However, Ryan decided to cut straight to the point.

"Mom, I wanted to tell you something."

Ryan mother nodded, setting down the cutlery she was using to cook with.

"Okay, shoot."

"I..um..kissed a boy."

To Ryan's surprise, his mother let out what appeared to be a sigh of relief. He furrowed his eyebrows as she scooped him up into a tight hug.

"Oh thank goodness! I was beginning to think you kissed that awful girl who obsessed over you in your freshman year!"

Ryan scoffed, staring at his mother with a look of disgust.

"Oh God no. She was so...clingy. I'm still so shocked that she preferred feminine boys. Turns out she was just confused and told me recently that she's gay."

"Well! Who is this boy then?"

"His name is Brendon Urie. He's in my English class and..well..he's amazing. He never crosses any boundaries, always respects me, and never pushes me to say or do anything I don't want to do."

"Is he handsome?"

Ryan blushed a dark red, sheepishly nodding.

"Thing is, I said no to being his boyfriend. I don't think I'm ready yet."

Ryan's mother smiled again.

"I'm proud of you, darling. Now, when will I be able to meet the lucky boy?"

"Actually, he was wondering if he could come over tomorrow? He wanted to help decorate the house for Christmas.."

"Wonderful idea! Now shoo, I have to keep cooking."

Ryan beamed, his heart swelling in his chest. The boy bolted up the stairs, pushing his door open. He didn't even bother to shut the door before throwing himself onto his bed and grabbing his phone.

onthebadlist : my mom's excited to meet you

feelslikechristmas 🎄 : awesome

feelslikechristmas 🎄 : see you tomorow then babe 



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