"You know, Ryan, you sure do remind me of someone," Y/n uttered, the brunet only raising an eyebrow to that comment, too focused on the game he was playing,
"Really? How so?" He queried,
"I don't know, it's kinda like a blur, but you do seem awfully familiar. But I think that's just your childish aspects," she teased,
"Childish aspects? How dare you!" He yelled, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "You're saying I'm the childish one when you're the one who cuts the crusts off of their sandwiches," he sassed,
"Take that back!" Y/n demanded, going to grab the controller from the talkers hand, failing miserably,
"I'm not taking back something that true, doll," he laughed, brushing his hair back. Y/n sighs aloud, shaking her head, her cheeks puffed almost as though she was a chipmunk, "don't go throwing a temper tantrum now," Ryan laughed,
"I won't hesitate to smash your controller," she threatened, crossing her arms,
"You break my controller and you'll be paying for it."
Yikes it's been a year.
Lemme say I never kept to my promise but the last years been crazy, so YKNOW. But yeah. Sorry 'bout that. Does anyone still read this lmao
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Fanfiction'Forgetting is difficult but remembering is worse' Warning: chapters are short, like very short and updates are scarce! About: y/n Ryan and Ryan used to be best friends.until a tragic accident left her with amnesia, causing her to forget what happen...
