bad bad things - (Shyan AU)

headache

Clayton Connor Tinsley was in the most pain he had felt since he was hit by a car in the fourth grade.

After Ricky Goldsworth, godlike as he looks, told Tinsley that he had killed a man, his thoughts were overrun by him.

Who was he? No, of course he knows who he is, he told him his name. Ricky Goldsworth. But what if it was a fake name? He paused while telling him his name, and sucked his lip, which is a common nervous habit.

But all of that thinking was now leading CC to wonder why he even cared so much. How did he even remember his tone of voice and his nervousness and his laugh?

Then his head started to hurt.

CC decided that he would try and get to know this Ricky Goldsworth better. Not to be friends, but to investigate and prove that he was probably just joking when he said he murdered someone. He figured his Investigation Discovery obsession was enough.

He didnt seem like a murderer. Perfectly white and straight teeth that made CC insecure about his own teeth. A black suit with no wrinkles whatsoever, fitted perfectly to his body. Dark eyes that sparkled despite the poor lighting in the bar. The way his laugh drew the attention of the entire building, street, world.

As scared as he was, Tinsley wanted to see him again.

So he ended up at The Candy Land bar again.

CC sat on the same stool as the day before. Then waited. And waited.

And soon, an hour passed.

He.sighed, on the verge of giving up. Then he remembered how friendly Goldsworth was to th bartender, even called him by his name.

"Bartender!" Tinsley found himself crying out, then covering his mouth in embarrassment.

The bartender looked over his shoulder, raising a thick brow. Then he turned his body.

"Yes, uhm, do you know where Ricky Goldsworth is?" He asked.

The bartender grunted. "Ryan? He works on Sundays. You could call his secretary for a meeting." The bartender then went into the back room.

Ryan? Is that his real name? And if it was, why did the bartender know it? Were they friends? More?

And secretary? What did he work as?

Tinsley, decided he couldn't get any ideas, took out his phone an opened Google.

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Search: Ryan Goldsworth

28281993 results (in about 28 seconds)

Article: Ryan Goldsworth pays for entire senior classroom's tuition

Article: Mr Grey is real- and his name is Ryan Goldsworth

Article: meet the youngest multi-millionaire in the country

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Tinsley raised his brows, unable to raise just one like most confused people.

So he is rich? But he isnt a murderer. What kind of murderer pays for an entire classroom's tuition?

He clicked on the 'youngest millionaire' article, an image of Goldsworth sitting at a desk with his name engraved into a plaque immediately popping up. A picture frame aat beside him with a picture of a woman. Behind him was a view of Los Angeles from several stories up.

The man he knew as Ricky was looking at the camera. Not smiling, but instead staring seriously with those dark eyes of his. He had a beard grown out, and his hair was slightly covering his forehead with no sign of gel anywhere. He had a suit on, again, perfectly ironed and with a red tie.

Ryan Steven Goldsworth is the 24-year-old son of world-renowned general surgeon Benjamin Goldsworth and business owner Maria Goldsworth. He inherited their fortunes and is now the CEO of a multinational corporation.

So he's the son of two rich people and is now even more rich? Props to his girlfriend.

Below the article, CC found the number to his office and called, of course, to schedule a meeting and maybe pose as a journalist? Theres a chance that Ricky- Ryan didnt remember him. And even if he did, he isn't mention his career.

"Goldscorp offices, this is Grace."

Tinsley gulped. He hadnt planned out what he was gonna say.

"Ryan! Uh, Goldsworth." Tinsley managed to say.

"Hold on, I'll transfer your call." The woman said, and before CC could say anything, there was a click and a deep voice was saying hello.

"Hello?" Goldsworth spoke into the phone with no sign of being tired or drinking eight drinks the night before.

CC didnt say anything, but he made the mistake of Inhaling sharply loud enough for Goldsworth to hear.

"You know I hear you breathing, right?" Goldsworth asked.

"Ricky Goldsworth! You told me your name was..uh.. Ricky Goldsworth. And I asked the bartender about you, and he said your name was Ryan and so I called-"

"Clayton Connor Tinsley," Goldsworth interrupted, and he followed it with a laugh.

"Thank God. I was afraid you'd hang up on me because I basically was stalking you." CC let out a sigh of relief.

"No, I was. Then I remembered who you were. I was actually gonna look you up after last night, but I knocked out."

So he remembered him, clearly. Does he remember telling him his secret?

"Yeah." Tinsley muttered.

"So, coffee? Theres this great place near here, La Casa Café. Meet me. 4:00 PM."

"Oh, okay, is it-"

"Great! I'll see you there, buster. Arrivederci."

And with that, Goldsworth hung up.