30 day fluff challenge | Ryden

Going out somewhere🌟

This one is a continuation for the one shot "In a fairytale". I truly recommend you to read that one first to make the story going.

TW// Includes an hypothetical scenario of someone's death. Just mention, not happening.

*Ryan's POV* (2.7k+ words)

"Up," Someone shakes me awake. "Ryan, your parents are leaving, c'mon wake up." That someone being Brendon.

"Already?" I ask, confusion masking my raspy-just awaken voice. "Did I sleep that much?"

He chuckles softly and nods. "Yep man, now get up. Otherwise, your dad is gonna kill us both if you don't go down there and wave them goodbye."

"Shit, let's find a way out then." I answer him curling up more on the bed. "Not coming."

"He'll kill you." He states and gets off the bed, slips in his shoes, already dressed up in tight fitted black pants and a plain white t-shirt.
"I bet he'd use a guillotine. I want front row tickets." He states, his just made up, hypothetical scenario of me dying for not going downstairs.

"And I'll make sure you get'em." I chuckle and stretch out my arms, hitting myself with the headboard while doing so. "Oh shit!" I cry out in pain dramatically, carefully rubbing circles over the spot my arm hurts.

Brendon laughs at me, "Dum dum. It's not even hardly injured, you're such a baby." He steps closer to me and pulls me to stand up on my feet, "Now you're out of bed, great!"

The sudden change of being just awoken, to being dragged out off bed, makes my head dizzy and my vision a little blurred. I stumble backwards, hitting the back of my knees on the bed, almost falling, but Brendon catches me.

"Thanks." I mutter quietly, supporting myself on Brendon's shoulders.

"Careful mister, next time I'll probably not be around to catch your ass." He chuckles.
"Anyways, you should change though, and go downstairs in like," He looks down at his watch and then continues. "three minutes. I mean if you don't want my scenario to come back to life."

"I will, now hush, I'm not stripping in front of you." I make my way to the dresser to find a comfortable but not so informal outfit. A pair of black sweatpants —that look almost like dress pants, only if you look close enough you'll notice they're not— and a baby blue, long sleeve hoodie will make it. Fuck royalty dress codes.

Brendon laughs, along with a roll of eyes and turns around. "Hurry up then!"

Soon he steps out of the room and I take a better look at him, for mere seconds, but the amount of details I catch up, is pretty impressive.

The way those tight pants hugs so nicely-.

Wait, hold on. Why, all of a sudden, I think this about him?!

It's not that I haven't checked him out before or the way his ass looks in tight pants, and all of the other aspects of him I glanced at. The thing is that I never paid so much attention to it, and even less, thought something else about it.

Every time he would ask me 'Hey, how do I look?' When we were going on a formal dinner with the family, I would check him out and say 'fucking awesome'.

Completely normal for buddies if you ask me. At the time neither of us knew we were soulmates —I haven't told him yet, still need to figure it out a way to do it— so now that I think back at that, the whole scenario changes.