Strange // Ryllon

one

I swore to myself that I'd never fall in love again. What happened was a mistake, there wasn't a single thing I wanted out of that relationship except to settle down and get married and maybe start a family. I wanted to be happy.

Love always sounded so beautiful and wonderful. It was when it happened, but when it ended and I realized what was going on, it wasn't very beautiful anymore.

"Earth to Ryan?" Jon says, causing me to snap out of my thoughts. "Show is in 5 minutes, you gonna be alright?" Jon asks me worriedly, but I just nod. He looks at me for a while, sighs, then turns away. I grab my phone, looking at the message once again.
 
 
 
Brendon: Can we please talk?
 
 
 
I try to come up with a message, some snarky comeback or maybe even a 'fuck off', but there's nothing. I'm too tired to be pissed off more tonight.
 
 
 
Me: I have a show.

Brendon: After?

Me: Nope.

Brendon: Please?

Me: Bye Brendon.
 
 
 
I turn my phone off and put it on the table once looking at the time. 7:59, we go on in just a few seconds.

The lights go down and the talking goes quiet. Jon looks at me, I nod, the other guys nod, and so we walk on. The lights shine on us and fans cheer happily, and suddenly it's almost like nothing in the real world matters.
  
  
  
  
  
The cheers and screams from the crowd is what kept me alive, and now it feels like it's all that's going for me. I walk over and grab a water bottle, raising it to my mouth while quietly asking Jon, "How many more?"

"Last one," he answers, and I nod. My throat is starting to hurt, I can't lie about that, and I think that based on my sigh, Jon adds, "Everyone but you."

I relax, trying not to show too much excitement into it. I don't have to sing anymore, I'm fine.

"Okay."

And with that, we turn away from each other and go back to our spots. I close my water bottle and put it down, then turn, and it's almost now that I notice him. My blood runs cold and I tense. He's in the back, in the shadows of the fans in front of him, and I understand he doesn't wanna be seen.

I'm looking at him, staring, and he is staring back. A small smile is planted on his face and I look around him, now paranoid, to make sure no one else is with him. I don't see either of the others, only him, and that little fact confuses me.

He smiles at me and I look away, swallowing nervously. Part of me wants to call him out, simply step up to the mic and inform everyone about who is in the crowd, just to let him know I don't want a thing to do with him, but I know it'll cause trouble and Jon won't be happy with me for doing so.

And so we start the song, no questions or hesitation, and I try to play as calmly as I can without looking at him. He has this content smile on his face, like he's calm. I would be too, but I'm as calm as I can be for someone who just made eye contact with Dallon Weekes.