Ryan's pov

I sat in second period just as the bell rang. Brendon sat next to me, just as the teacher began talking. Without even thinking, my eyes darted towards Y/n's desk. She sat just a few desks away, except she wasn't there. I nudged Brendon.

"Hey, do you know where Y/n is?" I asked.

"Why would I know that? And why do you care?" He asked.

"I dunno," I said, rethinking my whole idea of asking Brendon about the situation.

"Do you have a crush on her? Or something?" He asked.

"No... I dunno..."

"Ha! Ryan's gotta crush on Y/n!" He cried, I punched his shoulder and he stopped talking. I do not... I just think she's neat... that's all...

Once class was over, Brendon and I met up with the boys near our lockers, like any other day.

"Dude, Ryan's got a crush on Y/n!" Was the first thing out of Brendon's mouth.

"Wait, Y/n L/n? Or Y/n Cuomo?" Spencer asked.

"Y/n L/n," Said Brendon.

"I do not!" I cried.

"Then why were you asking about her?" Brendon asked.

"I dunno..."

"Aww, Ryan's got a little crush!" They teased.

"Shut up!" I slammed my locker shut and stormed off to third period. Once that was over, I walked to lunch just as Brendon came up behind me.

"Dude, I was talking to Sally in third. It turns out that she's good friends with Y/n! I got her number for you!" He said, handing me a piece of paper. He was smiling strangely, like he was holding back laughter. I just brushed it off.

"Wait, seriously? Aw man, thanks Bren!" Wow, I can't believe he actually did that for me! That's so cool! I'll totally text her after school...

The rest of the day flew by fast and I found myself on my bed, phone in hand, with the piece of paper in the other. Typing in her number, a million things came to my mind. What do I even say? Will she even know who I am? I'll just keep it simple...

Me: Hey it's Ryan from 2nd period, this is Y/n right?

I sent the message, and waited impatiently for a reply.

Y/n: Yeah, how'd you get my number?

Oh geez, I hope that didn't come off as creepy...

Me: well your friend Sally gave it to my friend Brendon to give to me

Y/n: oh nice

Oh man, what do I say now?

Me: so how are you?

That was so lame...

Y/n: I'm alright, I'm sick tho

Me: oh that sucks

Y/n: yeah

We texted a little more until I had to eat dinner. When I got back, there was a message from her.

Y/n: I think ur rlly pretty :)

Oh my god, she really thinks that?

Me: I think ur pretty to

My heart fluttered as I read through her messages over the weekend. I can't believe she actually likes me! This is so sweet!

Sunday night we texted for a few hours, until she told me something that made my entire week.

Y/n: I rlly like u

Y/n: I think we should b a thing

Oh man, this is insane! She really does like me!

Me: me to, I rlly like u

Y/n: imma b at school tomorrow, u should meet me at my locker before lunch so we can talk irl

Me: yeah, I'd rlly like that :)

Y/n: I should go to bed, gn

Me: gn

I can't believe it, holy shit!

I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, totally anxious for the next day. My mind was only on her. In the morning, I quickly got ready for school.

Anxiety raced through my blood stream as I walked to school, once there, I spotted Y/n. There was no time to talk, so I only smiled and waved. She gave me a strange look, but waved back. What was that? Did I do something wrong? It was probably nothing...

In first period, I couldn't stop messing with my jacket sleeve. She was on my mind, making it incredibly hard to focus on the task at hand. Second period came around, I sat next to Brendon, like any other day. Y/n took her seat, but something felt off. She didn't even look at me. It's probably nothing...

Class began, just as Brendon took his seat next to me. He had a strange look on his face as he glanced at me. He was anxiously fiddling with his pencil. Tapping and bouncing it around.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah," He smiled, "How was your weekend? With Y/n, and all?" He asked, a strange smirk was on his face, but I shook it off.

"It was great! We talked about everything! But it's really weird, like, she doesn't even know who I am. I waved at her in the hall and she looked at me weird." I explained.

"It's probably nothing," Brendon sent a reassuring smile my way.

"Yeah, that's what I've been thinking..."

Second and third period ended, so I found myself, standing against the lockers around where Y/n's was. Nervously, I played with my jacket sleeve until I saw her walk over, but she didn't acknowledge me whatsoever.

"Hey Y/n," I greeted.

"Uh, hi?" She greeted, confused.

"I'm not sure what's going on with you, but I've been thinking about what you said last night. I definitely wanna be with you, like you said." She sent a weird look.

"Uhh...what?" She has no idea what I'm talking about...

"Y'know what? I just realized I've mistaken you for someone else. I'm sorry. I'll see ya-" I was about to walk off, rethink everything that had happened over the weekend; when Brendon and the boys came up behind me.

"Hahaha! I can't believe you actually fell for that!" Brendon cried, "It was me! You were talking to me the whole time!" He laughed.

"What?" I asked, trying desperately to hold back the tears.

"I gave you my moms old phone number and said it was Y/n!" He chuckled.

"I'm sorry, what's going on?" She asked, still confused.

"Y/n, Ryan's got a huge crush on you. So I gave him my moms old number, saying it was you! Look at this!" He laughed, showing her the text messages. I just stood there, eyes on the floor, red faced, with tears on the brink of streaming. I just pushed passed her and ran to the outside bleachers to be alone.

"You guys are real jerks!" Was the last thing I heard, but I couldn't tell who it was, nor did I care. Sitting at the top of the bleachers, I held my head in hands as I quietly cried.

I can't believe I fell for that... I'm such an idiot... she would never like me... I hate this... how could I be so dumb? A nice girl like her would never like me... I'm a mess anyways...

"Ryan?" I glanced up to see Y/n, with a sorrowful look upon her face, "Are you okay?" She climbed up and sat next to me.

"Not really..." I said, honestly.

"I saw what you said, about me..." oh god... why did he have to show her?

"I think it's really sweet that you think I'm pretty. All the things you said were really sweet, actually," A sheepish smile came upon her face, "I also can't believe you actually like me." She giggled, nervously.

"What do you mean?" Does she like me? For real this time?

"I mean, I like you. I promise I'm not just Brendon in disguise or anything." She giggled once more.

"You really like me?" She nodded, "Sweet," I murmured, my gaze only on her eyes, "Can I kiss you?" She smiled, nervously.

"Yeah, but I've never kissed a guy."

"Me neither." I joked.

"Good to know," I leaned in and pressed my lips to her's. She pulled away and smiled, bringing her anxious gaze to the bleacher floor, "You're really pretty."

"You are too." I took her hand in mine, with the other I moved her face towards me, kissing her again.

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Guys!!! I'm updating my one shots again!! Woah!! I came up with this idea in the middle of the night last night!!! I thought it was kinda sweet so here we are!! So many exciting exclamation points!!! I read back through some of my older one shots and wowie they're so bad!! They're terrible!! Anyways, have a sweet day~peace out cheesebags