Patricks POV
"One ticket to navada please?"
"Only one way?"
I nodded.
I wasn't wanted here anyways.
"The cheapest one way is $600.."
I nodded again, and pulled out my wallet.
Truthfully, I haven't bottom anything expensive for a solid year. I mean, what's a teenage boy supposed to spend money on, if he's not buying condoms? So, not to be stingy, but I have some green tucked away for myself. And no, I don't mean weed.
The woman gave me a weird look, almost like she couldn't believe I had the money.
"$600" I said, setting the money down rather violently.
She raised her eyebrows questioningly, but let me walk out into the plane.
By the time I got all my shit situated and sat down, they were playing a movie. At first I was really interested, but then I realized that the main character was Miley Cyrus, and I couldn't do that shit. Nope.
Not that I could actually pay full attention to The movie anyways. Airplanes always give you the shittiest earbuds.
Fuck. How am I so happy? I literally just left my whole entire life behind and I'm rambling on about the quality of earbuds.
Normal people would be crying, sulking.
But not me.
I just have this rush. This feeling deep inside me that actually gives me a reason to smile. Because when I wake up tomorrow morning, I don't have to deal with anything other than where I'm staying.
And that's good enough for me.
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Though airplanes have shitty earbuds, they do have comfortable chairs. In other words, about five minutes into the flight, I literally passed out.
And now, I'm being startled awake by firm hands on my shoulders, shaking me lightly. At first I think it's a flight attendant letting me know that we've arrived. Then the person starts speaking to me, and I can hear it's familiar. I can't put the sound together though, so I open my eyes.
Ryan Ross, my best friend since 5th grade stares down at me, his soft smile surrounded by dark stubble.
I hadn't seen ryan since he graduated three years ago. He must be about 24 right now, but his features still show the young rebellious ryan I remember.
"Ryan?" I call, just to make sure.
There's a young man sitting next to him , maybe a little bit older than him. He doesn't look familiar, but he also wears a soft, welcoming smile.
"Hey!" Ryan exclaims, nearly making me jump out of my skin.
Don't get me wrong, I'm excited to see him, but everything seems to be moving so fast and it's hard for me to catch up.
Besides that, I sit up and brush my hair out of my fave.
"Ryan.. Dude i haven't seen you In forever."
He nods as I turn around in my seat to face him behind me.
"Same to you pat. God you look different. All grown up.."
He looks me over quickly and then turns to the boy beside him, patting him on the thigh.
It hits me suddenly that this man must be Ryan's boyfriend.
See, ryan had been... Different ever since I knew him. I'd known all along, but I couldn't figure out why. Then in 10th grade, he came out as gay.
"Introduce yourself," he says, facing the man.
He extends his arm out and as do I.
"Uh hey I'm dallon.. Ryan's boyfriend."
Point for me.
Dallon is skinny, but built at the same time. He's also insanely tall, but in a kind of handsome way.
His dark brown hair is pushed back into a sloppy quiff, and some strays dangle around his eyes, which are an Icy, but deep and friendly blue.
Damn ryan. You go.
"I'm Patrick," I say smiling "Ryan's friend."
"I know." He says before he corrects himself. "I mean, he talks about you a lot. Not that I actually know you. Cause I don't."
I nod in understand mend as I study the strange boy.
He defiantly doesn't seem to be Ryan's type.
Ryan's more outgoing and straightforward. Dallon seems to be shy and hidden. But I can when they look at eachother, they look past this.
"So.." Ryan continues.
"What are you coming to Nevada for?" Blood rushes to my face as I'm caught in my own confusion.
I could say for school. I could say for work. For a family emergency.
But i glue myself to honesty.
After a minute of hesitation, I spit it out.
"I don't know."
Ryan smiles a little, he must think it's a joke.
"Well, silly, where are you staying?"
I flush even more, and I freeze.
A friends. A family members. Hotel, motel, I bought a house.
The excuses swim through my head.
"I.... I don't know..."
Ryan hesitates for a moment, and turns to dallon. He whispers something to him, and dallon nods.
"Well, I think I have an idea."
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Remember me || Patrick Stump
Fanfiction"Just listen," Patrick says with tears in his eyes. I open my eyes wide now. I sit up as much as I can. And I listen. "Stay," he says. (A tribute to Sarah Dessen's 'just listen.') (Inspired my the fault in our stars by John green)
