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Sk8r boi- ryan sitkowski

Baby Ryan 🥰

We had new neighbours move in next door a few days ago, my mum has already gone and said hello to introduce herself but I on the other hand just stick to staying in my room and keeping to myself.

From what I've gathered he likes to skate, I've seen him late at night out in the street with a few of his friends, he's really good at it. I used to be able to skate but I think I'd break an ankle if I tried to do that now, I think I'll stick to drawing and painting.

I went to pull the curtains of my window so I could have my room in darkness but something caught my eye, or someone.

Across from my window was his window, it had a piece of paper stuck to it. It read 'hi' with a small smiley face. I giggled and go to write one back but as I turned to stick it up he was stood there and the note wasn't there anymore.

He waves shyly and slides up his window, I do the same since that would be awkward if I didn't.

"I'm Ryan." He says. He looked like a very shy person but once you get to know would be more loud and outgoing.

"I'm y/n.."

"Nice to meet you, your mum told me a lot about you" i chuckled taking a seat on the window since my legs were beginning to get tired. "Uh oh, good things I hope."

"Yeah good things, I think your mum is actually sat in my kitchen right now" he sits down as well having his legs hang out of his window. "You're going to regret letting her in, she's clingy and annoying"
He laughs and shakes his head. "My mum seems to be getting along well with her, so I can't really say anything." It was quiet for a moment and I stared at the clouds in the sky not wanting to make eye contact with him, that was asking too much of me-

"I see you like to paint.." i furrowed my brows until he points into my room and realise he can see the art I've drawn on my walls.

"Oh! Yeah, I do.. keeps my mind busy. What does Ryan like to do?" I ask hugging my knees to my chest. "I play guitar and I like to skate occasionally but that's it.."

"My mum mentioned you were in a band?" I questioned, this is the most I've spoke to someone in a while but I didn't feel anxious or feel the need to end the conversation short. I was comfortable around him.

He pulled out a guitar and set it on his lap while I grabbed a sketch book and pencil, we have a few songs but not many. "We have an album out actually but it's nothing big" he strums a few chords making me smile at him softly.

"Play something for me.." he looks up from the guitar and nods. "Uhh this is the seventh circle. I'm not the one who sings I just play guitar so I apologise if it's bad.." he blushed not making eye contact with me. "I don't care, I'd like to hear your work.."

The sun is silent in this place
throw these hopes into the flames
Place these dreams in the palm of your hands and crush them

I continue to draw while listening to him sing, his voice is so gentle yet it has a little aggression to it.

And crush them
And crush them to dust
And crush them

I'm reaching out to a hand that no longer extends
Letting go has never been my thing
Letting go has never been my thing

Lets wave one last goodbye
to this nightmare that we once knew
Lets wave one last goodbye
to this nightmare that we once knew
We once knew
We once knew

We made eye contact, I felt my cheeks heat up but I couldn't help but get lost in his eyes. They were beautiful,

This is a
This is a tragedy
Tragedy
This is a
This is a tragedy

And I fear that we are all doomed

No one will make it out alive
No one will make it out alive
No one will make it out alive
No one will make it out alive
No one will make it out alive
No one will make it out alive
No one will make it out alive
No one will make it out alive
No one will make it out alive

I fear that
that we are all doomed
We are forsaken in the eyes of the truth

He finished playing and tapped the guitar, I set my pencil down in my lap and clapped quietly. "I really liked it, it doesn't seem like it's supposed to be so soft spoken"

He chuckled, "no, we are more a heavier band."

"Ohh what's the band name?"

"Motionless in white" I nodded tearing the picture out of my book. "Y/n! Dinner is ready!" I hear my mum yell from downstairs.

"That's a cool name, something unique.. I gotta go but uh- here you go" I handed him the drawing and it was of him with a guitar in his lap sitting as he is now.

He leant over and grabbed it looking at me confused until he saw what it was. "Thank you so much.. you're such a good artist"

"So are you mr Ryan." He climbed in his window when I did and held into the window. "See you soon y/n.."

"Bye Ryan" we each close the window and I pull the curtains blocking him out completely. I walk downstairs sitting at the table with my mum across from me.

"You've got to speak to Ryan, his mum said you two would be cute together." She raised her eyebrows making me groan.

"Mum! You always do this, I'm not going to talk to Ryan, neither am I going to get with him." I couldn't help but feel my heart swell at the mention of his name..

Oh god.