Hmm.

He was at his desk, collecting all the different papers and issues from his co-workers. This was good. Ryan wanted his to be better. He's spent nights awake, working on the next paper that'll be sure to end up in a famous newspaper. What do people like to hear about? Celebrities getting together, relationship advice, then back again to celebrities breaking up. Everything seemed to be somehow connected to love. Or anything with romance.

Sure, Ryan understood why people enjoyed that. He would too, he guessed. If his love life wasn't so utterly hopeless. He's never been too confident with women. Which he's pretty sure is what women want from him, or even from any guy.

One of his friends, Spencer, walked inside of his office. Ryan wasn't exactly the boss. But he was definitely some sort of higher power for their branch. There were plenty of boss's that Ryan was a bit intimidated by. Ryan liked to think that's how his co-workers feel about him as well.

Spencer flopped down on the couch in his office, shoving his face in his hands. Ryan looked over. "What do you want, Spence."

His friend, of many years, looked over at him, with a frown. "I told Linda that I wanted to try anal, and now she's threatening to break up with me!"

Definitely not what he wanted to deal with on a Monday morning. "Up yours or up hers?"

Spencer seemed completely disgusted with this comment, shaking his head, and having already walked over to Ryan, flicking his head. "Up hers, dumbass." Ryan wished that Spencer would just go back and do some work. "But now it's going up nobody's, Ryan. That's not cool."

Ryan simply let out a small sigh, taking a sip of his coffee, burning the tip of his tongue a tiny bit from the heat of it. "Are you seriously telling me this for some advice?" Spencer rolled his eyes at Ryan, as if it was obvious.

"Well I a'int got any," Ryan said, pressing the tab key on his computer. Spencer had just accepted that answer, deciding to get some of his work done in here, on the couch of Ryan's office.

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"Uh-hi! Yeah, so, I'm back," the man, Brendon, said from the stage, his cheeks tinted bright pink. Ryan had completely moved his computer away from his view to be able to have a full view of the boy.

Very little people were listening, most caught up in their own conversations.

Brendon had done his little introduction, then starting off with the song. There was another man on stage too. He was taller than Brendon, and was behind him on a small stool, plucking the strings of his bass.

Ryan was mesmerized. He's never been this... into something before. Which sounds absolutely disgusting. He's not a fag. This is in a totally heterosexual way. That he's captivated by him.

The way he pressed his lips into the microphone, letting out little growls into it occasionally. And once other customers started to get into it, Ryan could practically feel the sex radiating from the stage. Ross wasn't going to tell the truth and say that it was hot as fuck.

But they had finished. Too soon. And while Ryan wanted for them to keep going, for him to be able to watch that beautiful, beautiful boy, he knew that he had to focus on his work.

All of his pages weren't going to finish themselves. He had to be focused. But it's so difficult to do so with all of these damn interruptions! Even if Ryan did secretly know that the only interruption was that boy.

He should really pick a new coffee shop.

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"Happy fucking birthday, Spence," all of his friends cheered in the club, sitting relatively close to each other in the booth.

Spencer did have a lot more friends than Ryan himself did. Ryan thinks he has a few. But most he hasn't talked to in forever.

It's Spencer's twenty-sixth birthday. Obviously. While Ryan's sitting here at twenty-two, and having just turned it a few days earlier. His birthday wasn't as... extravagant. He knew that Spencer didn't want any of their birthday's to be like that.
But, of course, Spencer's other friends were quick to think differently.
To Ryan, Spencer's friends were, in all honesty, fairly revolting. They had gotten these horrid, green streamers, which made Ryan have a whole new outlook on the colour green.

It could've just been him and Spence for both of their birthday's. They've been friends for, like, forever. Ever since they were young. They've grown up together, and if he really thinks about it, they'll probably grow old together. But Spencer's been dropping some obvious hints to Ryan that he might be thinking of proposing to Linda.

But who needs marriage? Who needs a partner? Not Ryan. It will never be Ryan.

So Ryan had left the group after a while, moving on to where the bar was. He wants some strong alcohol. Better than all this bullshit that Spencer's other friends had gotten.

And so Ryan had sat down at the bar, on a stiff bar stool, right next to someone who was giggling about something that the bartender said. It was a man. Who was giggling. What type of man does that?

His eyes moved over to the giggly man, and they stopped there. Brendon.

"Oh, hey, guy from the café!"

What-no? Guy from the café? Was that what he was known to him now? Oh-fuck, why did he even care what he was known as to him.

Ryan couldn't leave. Even if he wanted to. He couldn't do that to Spencer.

"Um, yeah," Ryan said, taking a sip of the beer that he had ordered. This guy should just... leave him alone. That's what Ryan thought he was going to do.

"You're the guy who's always writing!" He said, with the biggest smile that Ryan's ever seen. He kind of stared at his smile for a moment, in awe. "Yep. That's me."

But the guy didn't turn away when it came to Ryan's lack of interest in the conversation. Instead, Brendon just turned his body towards him, while still being on the stool. "Well, mysterious man who writes possible secret diaries." Ryan snorted at that, with an amused laugh. "What's your name?"

Ryan was quick to answer. Why was he so quick to answer? "Ryan."

"Ryan. Huh." Brendon looked like he was thinking deeply about something for a moment. "It's a pleasure to meet you," the man continued, with a small head bow. Cute.

"Hey, B!" Someone shouted, and he recognized that voice from anywhere. Huh?

"Long time no see, man," Brendon said, getting off of the bar stool, and enveloping Spencer in a giant hug. Spencer wasn't even one for hugs. But Brendon simply nuzzled his nose into his collarbone, Spencer hugging him back and smiling.

Huh?

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