(Brendon's p.o.v)
It was the end of the day finally. I couldn't stand being in my two classes without Ryan. It was two hours of looking at the clock and tapping my feet. I think someone told me to stop tapping because it got so annoying, but I wasn't paying attention because Ryan.
I now was waiting at the bike cages for Ryan, he wasn't anywhere to be seen. It's been 10 minutes. I get out my phone and call him.
1 ring
2 rings
3 rings
4 rings
It answers.
"Hello? Ryan?! Where the hell are you? You now how worried I get!" I say too loudly and I think I scared him.
"I-" It hung up. Fuck me. I call again and no answer. You mess everything up, your insecurities get to your brain. Where the hell do I go? I decide, Fuck it, I go back roaming around the halls.
Its endless buildings of classrooms and bathrooms. Wait. Bathrooms! I remember when he used to be in them at our old school, of course. How could I be so stupid. The question is though, what bathroom is it? And where? I have only been here one day and I don't know where shit is.
I go to bathroom near the 300 wing, just empty. The one in the R section, nothing. The one near the tiny church, of course not. The one close to the back field, jackpot.
I open the door and the floor is littered with toilet paper, decorating the floor sorta. I heard a muble of cries in the wheelchair stall, the big one in the back. My Ryan was in there.
I go up to it and try to open it but it's locked. "Hey Ryan." I say softly, the cries come harder. Fuck. I bang on the door. "Okay please let me in." I say, getting inpatient. That's it.
I crawl under the stall door, probably getting piss on my shirt or something. Whatever. When I get myself off the ground, my eyes lay on the brown haired boy huddled in the corner with his face in his hands. Just like I first encountered him.
I rush over and get on the floor, wrapping my arm around me. He tries to struggle away from my arms but I squeeze back tighter.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that." I whisper into his hair while trying to keep him in my grasp. Once he stops struggling, he kind of just is limp in my arms, Just leaning against me, I feel his hot breath and tears on the crook of my neck.
I stroke the back of his hair with my hand, embracing the softness. "I'm sorry." I whisper. At this, Ryan looks up at me with those doe eyes and a-
"What the Fuck is that?!" I exclaim while holding his face, running my thumb over the red cut on Ryan's lower lip. He just shrugs and looks away from my stare, at floor. I grit my teeth, "Who. The. Fuck. Did. That." I say more sternly. He shrugs again.
"Just fucking tell me!" I say angrier.
"I don't know his name!" Ryan yelled back with tears down his face. I sigh and just pull him back into my chest.
"Ryan." I sigh. "Do you know how much you mean to me? At all? My goal in life is to make you happy, to be able to get through the day without any darkness. Do you know why I got the rings?" Ryan nods. "Exactly- God- Ryan, I just want you to be safe. More than anything, I just care about you a lot." I let out, just tightening my grip on him, don't leave me.
"What happened." I state while rubbing his back with my other hand. Ryan sighs.
"I was teased, so I stood up for myself." I look down at him in shock. "But it didn't work." He chokes on his tears.
"I'm proud of you. I really am." I say and kiss his head. He gets out of my grasp and just looks at me. Just looks at me.
"Isn't this how me met?" Ryan quirks a tiny smile.
"Well, technically no, but this is how we talked." I say with a smile, leaning in closer.
"Then what was it?" Ryan says rather seductively and leans in more.
"In music class, I saw you and thought your pretty darn beautiful kid." I say bring my lips to his, finally. After all of this time of having to keep our distance, it was like a big weight was lifted off my shoulder. I wasn't completely happy, I mean, I'm still mad at myself and the teasing incident. He doesn't deserve this.
When kissing, I notice the little cut against my lips so I just be really soft around that area. I pull away and smile, "You okay?" I ask with a chuckle, but I sound more defeated.
He nods and starts to get up, and I get up with him. He opens the stall door for me like a gentleman.
"Hey wait," I say while grabbing a paper towel from the stack and running it under the water. "I don't want the cut to get infected. C'mere." I motion him towards me with the paper towel in my hand.
I hold his cheek with my other palm and dab the cut. He whimpers when it first encountered his lip, but I managed to keep him calm by stroking his fluffy cheek.
"It hurts." Ryan tries saying when I dab the middle of the cut.
"I'm sorry Ry, I just don't want it to become worse." I finish cleaning it and kiss his forehead. "It's over." I sigh. He just smiles and stares are my lips.
"I missed your lips." Ryan pouts and reaches for my free hand. I smile.
"Missed yours more." I say before crashing my lips against his. He tugged on my shirt and led me to the nearest wall. His tongue slipped in my mouth and licked my roof, making my stomach uneasy. In a good way of course.
It was a good makeout session until the door opened. Ryan and I didn't even notice until we heard a scream.
"OH MY LORD. HELP! THERE ARE HOMOSEXUALS IN THE BATHROOM." he yelled through the halls. Fuck.
"Come on." I grunt as I grab Ryan's hand tightly and rushing out the door. We zoom down the halls to the sidewalk, running for our dear lives. Ryan was squeezing my hand, trying to catch up.
When we are at a good distance of the school, we rest.
"We are fucked tomorrow. " I say breathlessly and pull Ryan into my tight arms. I squeeze him to me as if it was the last, and I kiss his beautiful head.
"But as long as were together, were okay."
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Troubled Soul (ryden fanfic)
FanfictionRyan is the new kid at his school, and he doesn't fit in quite well. He is quiet, shy, helpless kind of guy. He doesn't have any friends either so that makes matters ten times worse since he's a bully magnet. Ryan has a bunch of problems at home, in...
