Ryden Oneshots

December

Brendon's P.O.V.

December. My favourite month. Despite the arguments, I love the cold. The feeling when you step outside and are hit with a rush of air, and the slow falls softly on your hair. I love winter.

It's day 3 of winter break and I'm really bored. I decided to take a walk through the park and clear my mind. It's below freezing outside and slightly snowing. My nose feels numb, but I don't mind the sensation. I stroll down the snow covered path. To the left is a frozen pond and to the right is a little wooded area. I continue walking when I spot a black figure. As I get closer, I realize that it's someone very familiar.

"Ryan?"

"Oh my god! Brendon!"

Ryan is my best friend. We are both seniors in high school, but we go to different schools. I haven't seen him in almost 3 weeks, due to the busyness of finals. I wasn't able to call him because his phone at a store being repaired.

Ryan gets up off the bench and wraps his arms around me, tightly. I do the same. It feels so good to have him in my arms. He pulls away, hands still on my shoulders. I look up at him. His straightened hair is soft and brown, and falls so perfectly over the side of his forehead. His checks are extremely rosy, due to the cold, and of course, those honey brown eyes that are ever so easy to get lost in.

"I missed you so much!" He says, smiling widely.

"Same here," I reply, still staring into those honey eyes. "How've you been?"

"Pretty ok, I guess. I missed your face," Ryan answers, booping my nose with his finger.

"Stop it," I reply, feeling my cheeks heating up.

Ryan steps away, bending over and laughing hysterically.

"What?" I ask, confused.

"You're blushing! Like so much," He answers, laughter slowing and wiping a tear from his eye.

"Am not," I say, looking down and grinning. I've always had feelings for Ryan, like, more then a friend. The way he laughs, smiles, looks at the world, acts, ugh, I'm helplessly in love and oh god- now I'm blushing more. Suddenly, I'm pulled out of my trance when something hits my in the shoulder.

"What the hell?"

I see Ryan standing across from me, a devilish grin spread across his face. I look at my shoulder, and see that I was, in fact, struck by a snowball.

"Oh, it's so on."

I bend over and pile a bunch of snowballs in my arms. Ryan's face soon fades from a grin into a look of terror. He starts running away and I chase after him, laughing. We run off the path and into the woods. I'm getting closer to him, ready to throw the snowball when I trip over a branch. As soon a I trip, Ryan turns around to face me and I land right on top of him.

We hit the soft, snowy ground with a thud, and look at each other. We keep eye contact for a couple seconds and then both burst out laughing, me still on top of him.

"You're such a dork!" He says in between laughs.

"Shut up!" I reply, looking away blushing.

I turn my gaze back to Ryan. He sweeps a blackish-brown hair out of my face, and looks into my eyes.

"You have such pretty eyes," he says, gazing lovely into them.

"I could say the same," I reply.

Ryan giggles (the cutest thing I've ever heard), and I feel myself leaning in.

I instantly press my lips into his. They are even softer then they look. He holds back for a second, but then kisses back. The snow is softly falling, and it is the most perfect kiss I've ever experienced. Ryan placed his gloved hands on either side of my face and I do the same. I softly pull away and gaze into his honey eyes.

"I-I-I think I love y-you," I stutter.

"I-I think I love you too, Bren."