Five Days [Ryden]

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       It was absolutely sweltering to say the least. Ryan sat behind the cash register fanning himself with some random magazine he had found. The shop's air conditioning system had decided to break, when it was mid-June of course. The shop's door was open, letting the outside air mingle with that of the store; it was a failing attempt to let some kind of breeze cool the place off. The New Orleans air was thick, humid, and still this time of year. So the only thing wafting into the shop was the smell of horse crap (but you got used to it).
     It was a slow day at Ross' Antiques, as if everyday hadn't been slow for the past like thirty years. Ryan's parents were out of town, so of course Ryan had to take time out of his insanely busy schedule to come look after the place. Ha ha, that's a good one! Ryan seriously had nothing better to do but he sure as hell didn't want to be stuck in this place for twelve goddamn hours. Don't get him wrong, he loves the shop! Even though the building was cramped and old and probably haunted and the bright pink walls made him nauseous and the customers were annoying. Okay, maybe he hated the shop, but at least the antiques they sold were cool.
     So, yes, Ryan was stuck working in his parents old antique shop every-damn-day whilst they were off in Miami doing... old people stuff...
     Ryan, consumed by boredom, resorted to people watching. He found other people's lives to be much more interesting than his own. He thought it was wild that other people had lives, thoughts, feelings, ambitions, and relationships that didn't involve him. He peered out of the open shop door at the people passing by. It was almost always obvious who was a tourist. He found it slightly amusing when people would walk by wearing New Orleans themed merchandise. To Ryan, New Orleans was like any other city really. He supposed it was a cool place to live, but sometimes he didn't think it was all people cracked it up to be.
    As if the universe could read Ryan's mind, a group of four guys stumbled into the shop -- all of them wearing New Orleans themed t-shirts. Yeah, definitely tourists. The men were loud, nearly shouting and laughing over each other. Ryan hated them already. Never the less, Ryan plastered on a smile and walked almost cautiously over to them.
    "Hi, welcome!" He wanted to die. "Let me know if y'all need help with anything." He really didn't want to help them.
    "Yeah, will do." One of the men said smiling at him. He was wearing glasses and had a big forehead, his aura annoyed Ryan. "His aura" isn't a good reason to dislike him but he just seemed like the kind of person that Ryan would find annoying.
    Ryan went back to fanning himself behind the counter. He prayed that the rowdy guys wouldn't break anything -- or worse, talk to him. Ryan watched them warily as they poked and prodded at the various items sitting on the shelves. He winced slightly seeing the ancient porcelain statues and glassware wobble on the shelves. Ryan really didn't care enough to reprimand them but he knew that if anything broke his parents would probably murder him.
     The guy with the forehead eventually approached the cash register carrying what Ryan could only describe as the ugliest thing he had ever seen. It was a large, ceramic pig with four-leafed clovers painted all over it, as well as beady eyes that were begging for the creature to be put out of its misery. Ryan raised an eyebrow and gave him a look of utter disbelief. Forehead-man was avoiding eye contact and was fidgeting with his hands slightly.
    "You want this?" Ryan asked skeptically.
    "Oh, uh, yes."
    "Okay. Ten dollars," Ryan began wrapping the pig in newspaper and the guy took the money out of his wallet. "No offense, but this is really ugly."
    The man visibly relaxed and chuckled a little. "Yeah, it is. I'm buying it for my mom, she collects, uh, ceramic pigs."
    "Oh, I see." Ryan was sure that she'd appreciate the thought behind it but he seriously doubted that she'd want... this one. "How long are y'all in New Orleans for?"
    "What?"
    "Y'all aren't from here, right?" Ryan looked at him expectantly, "How long are y'all visiting for?"
    "Oh! Uh, five more days I think... Were here for a bachelor-trip-thing for my friend Spencer." He turned around to face the other guys, who were in the back messing with stuff they probably shouldn't be touching. "Ay, Spence!" The tallest of the group acknowledged Forehead-man with a wave and a smile. Ryan didn't ask for all of that information.
    Ryan snatched the man's money out of his hand and gave him his... pig. The man looked a bit taken aback but Ryan gave him a small, fake smile.
    "Well, have fun, y'know, partying and stuff." Ryan waved him goodbye and hoped to god he'd just leave.
    "What's your name?"
    Ryan was tempted to give him a fake name, since they'd probably never see each other again, but decided against it. "Um, Ross. Ryan Ross."
    "Urie. Brendon Urie." He reached out his hand and Ryan hesitantly shook it. With that, the man and his band of jackasses left the shop.
    Brendon Urie -- Ryan wasn't so sure that name was any better than Forehead-man.

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me? writing a ryden fic in 2019? it's more likely than you think. lmaooo anyways i don't really have a plan for this so i'd be cool for y'all to comment some of your ideas for the plot??? btw nobody (except maybe Ryan's parent's) has an accent. ALSO, it's vices era brendon, tyv era ryan, and like pretty odd era spencer (those were the only characters introduced but when there are other's i'll let y'all know what era they are). sorry for rambling on!!! please let me know what y'all think xxx

p.s. i plan on making the following chapters much longer, but this was really all i had planned for the very beginning lol