Holding Hands~Multiship

Chapter 1

Ryan's P.O.V.

I walk into the dorm. I've been in this dorm for a year already, but my other dorm mate graduated last year, so now I'm getting a new one. I walk inside and see the guy already there. 

"Hi?" I walk inside and close the door behind me. He jumps and looks at me.

"H-hi?"

"I'm Ryan." I slowly walk closer to him.

"Brendon." He shakes my hand. "I was here last year, but I had to c-change my dorm."

"Wait- You were Brent's dorm mate, weren't you?!" I grin. "That's cool, I'm friends with him." He jumps back and scoots away from me.

I frown. "Wait why are you-"

"Nothing, I'm fine." He mumbles.

I watch as he slowly returns to unpacking his items.

"Do you like music?" I ask. He turns and nods. "How about Green Day?"

He smiles and chuckles a bit. "I love them."

"Good taste in music, I see." I turn on 21 Guns.

The intro starts playing and the soft vocals of Billie Joe Armstrong flow through my phone's speakers.

"I really like this song," He whispers. He goes back to sorting through his clothes while humming to the tune, "One, twenty-one guns, Lay down your arms" he sings softly.

"You have an amazing voice!" I compliment him. He blushes and tries to hide it by turning slightly. 

I walk closer to him and grab his chin with my hand. I turn him towards me. "You literally look like a tomato." I smile. He shoves me off and laughs.

"Oh, you want to start that game don't you," I smirk, "TICKLE TIME!" "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" He laughs uncontrollably. 

He violently tries to smack me off. He ends up slapping my arm really hard and almost punching my nose off. I jump back, and turn away,

"I- oh, sorry!" He puts a hand on my shoulder and I quickly turn and tap his nose.

"Boop!" I smile and run out of the room.

"RYAN!" He groans.

Dallon's P.O.V.

I run into the dorm when I hear a slam of the door and my best friend, Brendon, groan the name of his dormmate? I give up at this point. 

My only goal is to save THE ONE, THE ONLY, BREADBIN URINE. I dash inside and slam the door open. 

"NO PDA," I scream. I cover my eyes and run in circles. "YOU'VE ONLY JUST MET HIM, MY TINY FRIEND."

"Uh- Dallon? It's just me." I uncover my eyes and stare down at Brendon. He's just sitting there. 

"Where is your fuck buddy- dorm room- dude?"

"First of all, we aren't going to fuck. Second of all, Ryan left after being weird."

"Oh. Well uh-" I stutter through the awkwardness. "You should stay careful. I think he and Brent are-"

"I know." He answers and stands up. "Now, my friend giraffe, can you please promise to never come in here without knocking? I could have been changing!"

"Or fucking." I wink before dashing out of the room.

Brendon's P.O.V.

"Now, my friend giraffe, can you please promise to never come in here without knocking? I could have been changing!" I say with indignantly.

"Or fucking," he says before winking and dashing out of the room.

I swear, what is up with long-legged homo sapiens dashing out of this dorm room?

I shrug and get back to putting all of my clothes into the dresser and closet. Goddamnit, why do I have so much crap?

The door slams open and Ryan bursts into the room shouting, "I BROUGHT FOOD!" He throws a bag of chips at me, which I barely catch. 

He jumps onto his bed and lays down. "I'm so done with the broken vending machine. I now have to walk all the way to the fucking cafeteria just to get a fucking snack. A SNACK BRENDON. WHAT DID ONE DO TO DESERVE THE AGONY OF WALKING TO THE CAFETERIA. I just wanted a goddamn snack."

I blink in confusion. "Why are you getting so emotional about it?"

"I HAD TO WALK 0.52 OF A MILE BRENDON," he wails.

"Are you okay? Do you need some help?"

"I need... I NEED SOMEONE TO FIX THE GODDAMN VENDING MACHINE!" He shouts. 

Suddenly Dallon bursts into the room again and grabs Ryan by the collar. "Don't you dare lay a finger on him." He pushes Ryan against the wall.

"Dal, calm down, we were just joking around." He turns to face me and drops Ryan. Ryan falls to the ground with a thud, since Dallon is like a foot taller than him.

"Ouch, dude." Ryan lays on his back. And closes his eyes. "If I die, it's because of blunt force trauma to the back of the head."

"You aren't dying," I state annoyed. Why am I surrounded by such idiot manchildren?
"Hey, where'd you get the chips? THE GODDAMN VENDING MACHINE IS BROKEN AGAIN," Dallon asks eyeing the chips laying next to me.

"Why am I surrounded by such idiot manchildren?" I mumble stuffing my head into the comfy pillow. 

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