Stay Gucci, Casanova (Ryden AU ✔️)

21: Coffee Shops and Music Stores

"Holy shit." Ryan breathes, taking Breezy's left hand in his and gaping at the silver ring adorning her ring finger. "Breezy," he starts, tilting her hand and watching the small clear diamond on the top of it practically shine in the sunlight coming from the coffee shop window, "it's beautiful."

She giggles at that, pulling her hand back for a moment to admire the ring before letting Ryan look at it again. "I know, right?" She grins, sighing contently after speaking and slumping down in her cushioned seat. "God, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world right now. Can you believe Dallon wants to marry me? Out of all the people in the world, he chose me?"

"I mean," Ryan chuckles, "I can believe it. You should have heard him talk about you the night Sarah introduced you two. It was like he wanted to marry you after knowing you for four hours."

Breezy tilts her head at this information. "Wait, seriously?" She asks. "You never told me that."

"I knew Dallon would kill me if I told anyone," Ryan explains. "This time doesn't count though. I'm just getting all the really embarrassing stuff out before the wedding."

Breezy's grin grows at the last word, squealing a bit as Ryan sips his coffee. "God, I never realized how much I love that word until now. Wedding. It's so magical."

Ryan smiles, putting his coffee down on the wooden table in front of them and crossing his arms. His elbows rest on the table, holding him up as he looks at her. "You seem excited."

"No, I'm absolutely miserable." Breezy rolls her eyes, pretending to be annoyed before grinning again. "Are you kidding me? I'm more than excited. I'm..." She trails off, looking for the right word.

"Thrilled?" Ryan offers. "Ecstatic? Elated? Jubilant? Tick-"

"Yeah, all of those at once." She nods. "I just...wow. Ryan, I'm getting married."

Ryan nods, his grin matching hers. "Yeah, I know."

"Just wait until you and Brendon get married," she says. "I bet you'll go back into your rose phase and have everything rose-themed."

"Shit, Brendon told you about that?"

"Honey, I've seen pictures," Breezy says. "By the way, your hair was really cute back then."

"No hetero though, right?"

Breezy nods, picking up her coffee. "Oh yeah, of course."

Ryan mockingly shakes his head, feigning frustration. "God, he's such a goddamn snitch," he mutters.

Breezy giggles. "Hey, maybe you'll wanna teach him a lesson tonight." She says, wiggling her eyebrows provocatively.

Ryan chokes on air, his eyes widening as he coughs into his elbow. "What the-Breezy!"

She gasps, covering her mouth with her ringed hand. "Oh God, sorry!" She exclaims. "I swear, Dallon's rubbing off on me."

Ryan lets out a shaky breath, looking up at the ceiling and putting his hands together. "Please, God, if you're up there," he prays, "let me not have to deal with this on a daily basis once she marries Dallon."

She moves her hand away, giggling again. "No promises, Ry Guy."

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"How much was the ring?" Brendon asks, tuning a string on a guitar as he and his best friend sit in a music store. "Can you even afford to pay rent anymore?"

"Surprisingly, I can." Dallon answers, beginning to improvise on the acoustic bass he found close to where they're sitting. "I mean, I told my parents I was gonna propose and they said I should use all the money I can and they'd pay for my rent until I got all the money back."