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six: hell week

(has to listen to one direction to inspire me to finish this chapter. i miss larry fam.)

"Ryan whatever the h*ll your middle name is Ross!"

Ryan rolls his eyes upon hearing the familiar screeching of his coworker. He spins around and crosses his arms at his coworker. While his posture may look intimidating, there is a fond smile on his face directed at the taller man.

"Dallon James Weekes," he replies.

Dallon stops and rests his hands on his hips. He raises an eyebrow and smiles brightly, clearly looking impressed at the fact that Ryan knew his middle name.

"Now, how did you figure that out?" He asks.

"Pete does not shut up. You know this."

Ryan jumps up on the counter and sits down. He pats the spot next to him and Dallon sits there with no hesitation. They bump their shoulders together, and swing their legs a bit.

(Well, Ryan was able to swing his legs. Dallon's kept brushing against the floor.)

"What's your middle name then?" Dallon asks.

"Well, Ryan is actually my middle name."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah! You didn't know?"

—

Dallon: Obviously I didn't know! [dramatically places hand over chest] The betrayal! The deception! Th-The lies! [rests other hand against his forehead] I can never trust him again!

Ryan: It's literally just a name. That dumba*s.

—

Hell week.

It is officially hell week at Ryan and Ashley's college, and Dallon can't help but feel sorry for the students. When he FaceTimed Ryan earlier, the younger man looked nearly ninety.

"Holy sh*t, Ross! Have you looked in the mirror?" He asked.

"Has your mother looked at the mistake she birthed twenty-five years ago?"

So, that conversation ended quickly.

Dallon scrolls through his contacts until he found the one person he knew who would never resist his pretty face.

'Forehead Lover'

Dallon presses on the contact and leans against the counter as he waits for Brendon to answer his call.

A few seconds later, Brendon's face pops up. Yet, it is not any better than Ryan's grumpy, tired expression. In fact, it was probably worst.

"Oh my god, Brendon. You and Ryan are twins right now!" Dallon says.

Brendon raises an eyebrow, confusion very clear even with the fuzzy video connection.

Dallon waves his hand, "oh, Ryan and Ashley are study for their finals. They both look extremely crappy."

The other man nods understandingly. A yawn breaks from his lips, and his nose scrunches one a way that has Dallon mentally swooning. Brendon shakes his head and pushes bangs out of his face.