Replacement//Ryllon

Meet Up?

~Ryan's POV~

I’m a little surprised at how long Dallon and I texted. We talked for a while and organised a day for us to meet each other. The soonest day we’re both available is this Wednesday. I'm actually terrified. I don’t know why, because Dallon is just a normal person who I definitely don’t have a crush on.

I sit on my sofa and lock my phone. I grab my fluffy blanket and wrap myself up, protecting myself from the cold. I close my eyes and force myself to relax.

What if Dallon hates me?

I shake my head but the uncertain expression remains on my face. I'm just overthinking. I'm super excited to meet him, and I have so many questions to ask him. I bet he has questions for me too, I just hope I don’t come off as annoying or irritating.

I can't wait for Wednesday

~Dallon's POV~

Oh. My. God.

Ryan Ross wants to meet up with me. Like, the actual Ryan Ross wants to hang out with a loser like me.

What the fuck is going on?

In the space of a few weeks, I've gone from a singer in a smallish band that toured with Fall Out Boy briefly, to bassist for Panic! At The Disco and meeting Ryan Ross. How did he even get my number? Either way, I’m glad he has it. I have so many things to ask him. What it’s like being on tour with Brendon and Spencer, how I should react if fans end up hating me, what simple things I should prepare for, everything. Touring with Brobecks vs. Panic! are two completely different situations.

I still don't understand what's going on. Out of the blue, the ex-guitarist from the band I'm in messages me. Can I call panic! my band, now I'm a part of it? I guess I can. I'm part of it so it's my band, right? Maybe I should ask Spencer or Zack. If anything, it’s Ryan’s band. He wrote all of Fever and most of Pretty. Odd. as I’ve learned over time. I want to complicate him. God, Ryan, don’t let me do this to myself.

I stand up and walk to the kitchen. I grab a mug from the cabinet and pour coffee into it. It’s a little hot, so I make sure not to pour a lot. Ryan and I are gonna meet up. Oh my god, Ryan and I are gonna meet up.

After putting the coffee pot back where it belongs and putting a little bit of French vanilla creamer into my mug, I pick up my phone and unlock it. I see mine and Ryan's texts and I smile wide.

I can't wait for Wednesday