Strange // Ryllon

two

"Why the hell is Dallon Weekes here?" I ask Jon angrily as the guys walk in. The door closes.

"Dallon's here?" White asks, then smiles. "Let's go meet him!"

I shoot him a glare. "Are you insane?"

"What are you talking about?" Jon asks me as White tenses slightly and looks down.

"Dallon is here, I saw him in the crowd," I say.

"What's the problem with that?" Murray asks.

"Andy, please tell me you see the problem so I can safely assume every Nick I know has lost his mind?" I ask. Andy hesitates and sighs. "Oh my god!"

"Ryan, it's not a big deal-"

"Not a big deal?!" I cut Andy off.

"Why don't we go talk to him?" Jon asks. "We can see what he wants, maybe he's just here to check us out."

"I already know what he wants. He is probably trying to talk to me, just like Br-"

"Come on," Jon says, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the room. I try to say no, to leave, but the moment we get outside, fans are gasping and smiling. The other guys follow us and we all greet and talk to fans, thanking them for coming to the show, anything to make a good impression.

Eventually we meet most of the fans and my phone begins to buzz. I walk away from the crowd that is distracted by my friends and speed up more when I near the corner. I turn and full-on slam into someone. I go to apologize, managing a small, "I'm sorry," but nothing else leaves my mouth because I realize exactly who it is.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry, I-" His eyes meet mine and suddenly it's different. He smiles, almost like he is relieved, but I don't return the smile. "Ryan, hey," he says. "Um, I don't know if you know me, I'm-"

"Dallon Weekes, I know exactly who you are. Now, if you'll excuse me-" I look at my ringing phone. Talk to Dallon or talk to Brendon.

Fuck.

I swipe the ignore button and shove my phone into my pocket, then look up at him. I tense a bit. He's gorgeous, far more gorgeous up close.

"Well, do you... um, have time to talk?"

"You sound like a Mormon."

"I... uh, I am... Mormon..."

"Of course you are," I say under my breath. "Alright, what do you want?"

He frowns slightly. "What?"

"Why are you here?"

"I... I just-"

"Just wanted to be like a little spy for my ex boyfriend?"

Dallon tenses.

"Oh, don't act all surprised. Why else would you be here?" I ask. He tries to speak, to come up with an excuse, but I've already caught him. "Go home and don't bother trying to talk to me. Oh, and tell Brendon I said fuck off."

I walk past him, harshly running into his arm.

I win.