If 3 Is A Crowd, Call Me An Extrovert

I Wanna Sleep On Every Piece Of Fudge And Stuffing That Comes Out Of You

rough
/rʌf/

adjective

having an uneven or irregular surface; not smooth or level.

"they had to carry the victim across the rough, stony ground"

synonyms:uneven, irregular, bumpy, stony, rocky, broken, rugged, jaggy, craggy
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Rough. Brendon's hands were rough against his own, but Ryan didn't mind. He actually quite liked it. Brendon looked to him and smiled, it was carefree smile, it made Ryan want to smile also.

"Your aunt's weird," Brendon swung their hands, "She's cool though, I can't believe she found Jarrot."

Jarrot? What was Jarrot? Brendon said it like a name.

"Jet the carrot," Brendon blushed softly, Ryan felt his lips twitch at his boyfriend's embarrassment, "That's what I named him. Jarrot for short."

Ryan couldn't control the giggle that escaped his lips, Brendon looked up at him in mock horror, reaching down into his bag and pulled something out. Something orange and cone shaped.

"Are you disrespecting Jarrot?" Brendon waved the carrot in Ryan's face.

Ryan couldn't stop giggling, he shook his head, trying to get the carrot away from him.

"Um, hey can I walk with you guys?"

The new voice was so familiar, it shook Ryan out of the blissful wave that had fallen over him.

It was Dallon.

Brendon was looking at the much taller boy with his eyebrow raised, subtly moving Ryan behind his back. Ryan began breathing faster, it was all the same. Everything he had felt for Dallon before was the same, it was still there!

Brendon noticed his fast breathing and mistakenly took it for fear.

"Hey, Ry. Calm down, Baby," Brendon murmured, pulling Ryan into his chest, that helped a bit.

Brendon, just Brendon. Ryan breathed in his boyfriend's scent, Brendon. Ryan muttered the word softly, almost silently. He never thought that speaking would actually bring him comfort.

"Yeah, Baby, I'm here," Brendon said softly and calmly, "Try even your breaths, I won't let him hurt you."

"You think I'm going to hurt you?" Dallon's voice was full of shock and hurt, Ryan didn't look up but he could imagine the look on the other boys face. Hurt, regret and a touch of self hatred.

"Well, My boyfriend doesn't have panic attacks for no reason, dumbass," Brendon spat.

"I-i-i..." Dallon gave a stutter worthy of being Ryan, suddenly the voice was closer, a new hand on Ryan's shoulder.

"Hey, man, it's George, right?"

"Ryan," Brendon snapped, he must have pushed of Dallon's hand, that was good. Brendon, Brendon, Brendon, "His name is Ryan."

"Ryan, I'm not going to hurt you," Dallon tried again, Ryan decided to show his face, turning around at an awkward angle just so he could peek at the taller boy, "I'm really sorry that I made you scared, I didn't mean to, I would never hurt someone unless...Well, I guess if they threw the first punch."

"Not making anything better here, dumbass."

"Why do I feel like that's a permanent nickname?" Dallon frowned.

Ryan looked into Dallon's eyes and really hoped that his feelings for Dallon would fade. The shiny new ones for Brendon were so much more important now.

"Because I said so, dumbass," Brendon snapped back.

"That doesn't make any sense," Dallon murmured, "I'll just...go, you guys don't want me here."

Ryan's eyes widened as he saw the insecurities that lied behind Dallon's bright blue eyes, the look was extremely familiar. Ryan knew he shouldn't but he furiously shook his hand and tugged on Brendon's arm.

"I think Ryan wants you to stay," Brendon said in an almost shocked voice.

"Really?" Dallon looked even more shocked, "Even after I freaked you out?"

Ryan gave a slow nod. Than he took a slow deep breath and they all began walking down the hill to the school, Brendon bantering with Dallon but it was much more pleasant than before. Ryan gripped Brendon's arm.

"Brendon."

Brendon. Just Brendon.