(Dallon's POV)
I look down at my lap as Ryan slams the door. A tear slips out of my eye and blurs a word of the song I had been writing. God I'm being such a dick.
It's always been just me and Ryan. When I was anti-social in high school, Ryan was my only friend. He made me feel like I wasn't alone. Now I'm ruining everything.
I lean back in my chair, closing my eyes. Without realizing it, I fall asleep.
When I wake up, Ryan is sitting with his legs crossed in a chair across the room. I sit up and rub my eyes, "Hey," I say quietly, "I didn't hear you come in."
"I didn't want to wake you up, " Ryan says without looking up from phone, "We have a gig Friday from 6 to 9."
"That's great." I pick up my notebook that had fallen on the floor, "I should finish my song then."
"It looks good," Ryan says, still a slight bitterness in his tone, "I read it while you were asleep."
"Oh," I look at his face, searching for clues on what to say, finding nothing, "I'm sorry."
Ryan looks up at me for a moment before going back to his phone, "Whatever Dal."
I look back down at my notebook. He still sounded pissed, but I couldn't help but notice he used the nickname he gave me in high school, which gave me hope that maybe he isn't as mad as he was before.
I go to write more lyrics for my song when I notice there are more blurred words that I don't remember being there.
(A/N) sorry this is so short, I haven't had a lot of time to write
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Pure ~ Weekeman/Weekman
FanfictionI have recently fell in love with the weekman/weekeman ship, and there aren't many fanfics for this ship, so I decided to write one. It's going to be really fluffy because I love fluff and don't write smut. ~~~ "Dal, I didn't mean it," Ryan says, an...
