Title: Just a little Drabble.
Pairing: Ryden.
Rating: PG-13
Summary:
Mind December and his hands shaking, cold and white as icicles in the sunlight as he tried to hide them in his pockets. Our breath was smoke around us as we walked, the smokey silence turning the air around us awkward in a beautiful sort of way. Here I was, fresh into my twenties, walking beside the most beautiful man in all of the world and I couldn't even tell him so. My lips wouldn't move and, as much as I wished it had been, it wasn't due to the cold outside freezing my lips shut. Instead of speaking I simply offer him a smile, one he doesn't see because he's too busy watching the road ahead of us as if something we're about to fall and block us soon - eyebrows furrowed with concentration.
He was always cute when he was mad.
He, one of my closest friends, was George Ryan Ross. His father treated him like dirt, his false siblings and distant mother treated him worse, and all I wanted to do was save him. Tell him he was important, that he meant something to me, and here I was staying silent. Inside I knew that if I admitted that there were some sort of feelings for him it would scare him off, he always liked having what was worst and most inconvenient for him, and his girlfriend would never let me live it down. Even if she drank all of my beer at home and she told me I was awesome, she'd never let me live it down.
Here we are walking through the bright city, trying to make it to the small, local coffee shop where we said we'd meet our friend Jon and I'm too wrapped up in Ryan to make sure we haven't passed it. The only sounds between us are the sounds of our shoes as they hit the sidewalk, step, step, step.
Finally I pull my gaze away, turning my attention to the street before us - the coffee shop in view. And I say, "We're not always going to be friends, ya know."
Ryan looks at me for a moment, then back to the street. "What makes you say that?"
"Intuition."
For the first time during the walk he laughs, shaking his head at me. "Your intuition is shit, because I think we'll be friends for a while."
Something in my heart says otherwise but I don't say that out loud. Instead of worrying about how we'd stop being friends or what might come between us, I focus on the coffee shop door as we reach it - and the image of Jon sitting inside. A smile comes to my face and I open the door, letting Ryan enter before myself and following him to the table. Jon looks up at us with a warm and welcoming grin.
"What took you guys so long?"
And I keep my mouth shut.
Pairing: Ryden.
Rating: PG-13
Summary:
Mind December and his hands shaking, cold and white as icicles in the sunlight as he tried to hide them in his pockets. Our breath was smoke around us as we walked, the smokey silence turning the air around us awkward in a beautiful sort of way. Here I was, fresh into my twenties, walking beside the most beautiful man in all of the world and I couldn't even tell him so. My lips wouldn't move and, as much as I wished it had been, it wasn't due to the cold outside freezing my lips shut. Instead of speaking I simply offer him a smile, one he doesn't see because he's too busy watching the road ahead of us as if something we're about to fall and block us soon - eyebrows furrowed with concentration.
He was always cute when he was mad.
He, one of my closest friends, was George Ryan Ross. His father treated him like dirt, his false siblings and distant mother treated him worse, and all I wanted to do was save him. Tell him he was important, that he meant something to me, and here I was staying silent. Inside I knew that if I admitted that there were some sort of feelings for him it would scare him off, he always liked having what was worst and most inconvenient for him, and his girlfriend would never let me live it down. Even if she drank all of my beer at home and she told me I was awesome, she'd never let me live it down.
Here we are walking through the bright city, trying to make it to the small, local coffee shop where we said we'd meet our friend Jon and I'm too wrapped up in Ryan to make sure we haven't passed it. The only sounds between us are the sounds of our shoes as they hit the sidewalk, step, step, step.
Finally I pull my gaze away, turning my attention to the street before us - the coffee shop in view. And I say, "We're not always going to be friends, ya know."
Ryan looks at me for a moment, then back to the street. "What makes you say that?"
"Intuition."
For the first time during the walk he laughs, shaking his head at me. "Your intuition is shit, because I think we'll be friends for a while."
Something in my heart says otherwise but I don't say that out loud. Instead of worrying about how we'd stop being friends or what might come between us, I focus on the coffee shop door as we reach it - and the image of Jon sitting inside. A smile comes to my face and I open the door, letting Ryan enter before myself and following him to the table. Jon looks up at us with a warm and welcoming grin.
"What took you guys so long?"
And I keep my mouth shut.