Strange // Ryllon

three

I sit quietly, wanting it to stop. He's done this for 15 minutes.

And he knows I know he won't stop.

I grab my phone and finally answer it.

"God, what?!" I ask in frustration.

"I want to talk to you," Brendon says desperately.

"Yeah, I got that, I just didn't realize how badly you wanted to until you sent your little friend here to spy on me," I say in annoyance. "What do you want?"

There's a small pause.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" He says quietly.

"Oh, don't lie, I know you-"

"Ryan, did you call Dallon a spy?" Jon asks sternly as he walks into the room.

"What friend? Why on earth would I send someone to you?" Brendon asks me.

Jon grabs my phone, looks at it, sighs and brings it to his ear.

"Hi, Brendon, it's Jon. Ryan will call you back tomorrow morning, I'll make sure, but I need to talk to him right now." He pauses, then relaxes. His voice gets quieter. "Yeah... yeah, of course I do."

I roll my eyes and stand up.

"He ran-... nothing, I don't know. He just needs some sleep," Jon says. I look at him, scoffing and shaking my head.

"Sleep, yeah, sure, I need sleep, but not as much as how Brendon needs to go fu-"

A water bottle is thrown at me and I glare at my best friend.

"Yeah, okay, sounds good. Alright, bye," Jon ends the call and throws my phone at me. I stumble to catch it. "One, you need to apologize to Dallon because he came here on his own to meet us and he's terrified that he did something wrong to piss you off. Two, we are having lunch with Brendon and Spencer to talk things out between all of us on Thursday. Three, you and I are going to go out with Dallon tomorrow morning for coffee. I want you to be nice to him, okay? He just wants to be friends." I stand up and step closer.

"I have a strong feeling that in a year from now, Dallon and I aren't going to end up being friends," I say before walking past him and out of the room.