brendon puts his thick framed glasses on and rolls up his sleeves, showing his various tattoos.
ryan sees the toned body he envisioned, and he swoons internally when he sees beautiful flowers surrounding a vertical piano. not to mention the fact that the glasses make him look more gorgeous than he already is.
he cannot talk about the sudden show of skin. he can't.
"i-i didn't know you had tattoos. or glasses." and now it is time to shut. the fuck. up.
"well, you learn something new everyday," brendon winks, and he thanks the heavens for not having him accidentally wink with both eyes. ryans tattoo is more impressive than his anyways. ryans everything is pretty much perfect.
ryan turns into a deep shade of scarlet, and slips into his seat. ha, he's officially fucked.
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thirteen hours ✧ ryden
Fanfictionhour one: "hi, i'm brendon." "i'm ryan." hour thirteen: "ry. you left a piece of paper on your seat." "keep it. it's for you." warning: ⚣ hi please stop reading this i hate it okay ily bye
