Little deaths (ryden fanfic)

Chapter 3

After chatting to everyone during break I was informed that next I had Chemistry class with only Patrick, who smiled nervously at me but didn't speak. After saying goodbye to Ryan and everybody we headed off, Patrick walking alongside my chair,

"So Patrick right?" He nodded "So, I don't know, tell me something about yourself." I asked cautiously. He took a deep breath,

"W-what do y-you w-want to kn-know-ow." He stumbled over his words, I smiled reassuringly at him,
"I don't know, got any hot chicks on the go?" I asked him, he blushed,

"N-n-no I-I like g-guys." He spat out, I smiled at him as he blushed,

"It's fine, I'm Bi so I understand. Any cute guys then?" I edited the question, Patrick shrugged,

"C-couple of cr-crushes no bi-big d-deal." And I nodded, "Y-you?" He asked and I shook my head,

"Been single since I ended up in this." I said, motioning to my chair as we entered chemistry. Patrick was awesome.

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Ryan's PoV
I walked to class with Mikey, not talking much but occasionally hitting him with my stick. It was such a nuisance being blind. I got to class and we took out seats. I quickly became bored and turned to Mikey,

"Hey Mikey, could you do me a favour, could you describe Brendon to me?" Mikey made a noise of agreement before pausing to think,

"He is tall, but not as tall as you. Or he would be tall if his legs worked. He's skinny and a little muscular so as you can see the muscles under his skin but can't visibly see then all the time. He has dark hair that sits in a emo kind of way, almost like yours last year. He has really dark brown eyes and a kind face. He has a kind of wise but not cocky air to him and has a great jaw line." Mikey concluded. Brendon sounded amazing. I cursed my blindness for the millionth time that day. This was not fair. Why did everyone get to see people but me.

I was always in constant darkness, even hell had to be more fun than this. I had considered testing that theory before but never really got round to it I suppose. I really wanted to see Brendon, to meet him for real. I didn't know what any of my friends looked like. Hell I didn't even know what I looked like anymore. And that hurt like a bitch.
Mikey was a quiet kid but they were always the best. They understood what you were saying and what you couldn't say more than anyone else. What reminded me of this was,

"He's definitely your type, Ross. You'd be perfect together." Mikey clarified after a pause of silence. And I didn't even try to hide the blush because yes I was gay and yes I was single but it was hard not be be when you can't tell if your flirting with a 40year old or a 16 year old with a deep voice.

But God did I want a boyfriend. And maybe thanks to Mikey Way I could get one.