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               “okay.” his voice was weak but he can’t help his own thoughts about being adopted filling in his brain. maybe this was how teddy probably thought of him, maybe teddy looked at him and just thought about how much of a mistake he was that he had had to be given up for adoption.  the thoughts by itself hurt but he forces a smile to try to understand royal’s words and not feel like he was the opposite side of the story. “okay.” he repeated, eyes now averting from the other as he tries to suppress every urge to tell the other how closed minded his words sounded but he cared too much and he didn’t have it in him to get on the other’s bad side. “how about i get you something to get your mind off of it?” he said brightly but his eyes didn’t match the happiness he forced out with his voice.

              “this is surreal. i’ve never exactly had siblings, well half-siblings.” ryan was raised as an only child, his life was so much different than teddy or beau’s and he knew that. he grew up in giant houses with absolutely no worries in the world and his parents had given his every desire and wish on a silver platter. he finds it hard to wrack his mind on what they could relate on other than naomi. “i’ve only dealt with her once, scared her off with the thought of big shot lawyers.”

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               he’s supposed to be picking up something but the moment he parked his car, a familiar face passes and he realizes the hospital is across the street. climbing out then quickly jogging to royal’s side only to hear him utter the question. “because even though you hate him, he’s still your half-brother.” ryan had always cared too much, even he wanted to ask how the other was doing. if something had happened to teddy despite still not knowing about the younger guy, he’d definitely sob his eyes out. “but that’s just how i see it and i’ve lived in a perfect world, raised on rose coloured glasses.” ryan was too caring, he had a soft spot for just about everything and just wanted people to be happy. “not meaning to pry but why exactly do you hate him?”

“everyone? i haven’t exactly met a huge amount of people just yet so i’d like to get to know everyone a bit better.”

“i wanna say something cool like a snake or something like that but let’s be honest i associate myself with a cat. plus, they can jump off any surface and be okay.”

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“everyone is cute in halston, weirdly everyone seems to be really pretty and perfect. though, if i had to to pick it’d be i guess i’d say bryce archer, those lance-hill brothers there 2 of them, right so that 3. oh, phoenix cassidy’s jawline deserves it’s own slot and definitely margot archambault. ( he ryan brixton definitely did not find royal cassidy cute, he seemed to float into a whole different spectrum. )

MARGOT. ( — she looks kinda grumpy maybe i shouldn’t bother her but she’s still quite cute despite that. suck it up brixton and just talk to her. yeah, okay. maybe tomorrow. )

“bryce archer? yeah, i’ve talked to him before; well we aren’t close friends but i think he’s really cool. we have math class together and he’s pretty much the smartest kid in that class in my opinion. dude got me to understand this one equation that would beat anyway the teacher tried.” he chuckled lightly. “dude’s a genius.”

ironically it’s a lakers jersey and it’s slightly rundown but it’s the memory attached to it that makes him keep it.  he’s five, seated in his mom’s lap at one of the home games and he remembers his mother’s hold on him as she quietly explained the game but his eyes never left one person - sebastian brixton. he calls him dad and he watches him make the shots, smiling at the roar of the crowds and he hears them chant his name. they win that game, he remembers his dad running up to him and lifting him onto his shoulders as he gripped onto his hair and the other players highfived him. he’s clung onto his dad for the rest of the night and one of his dad’s teammates hands him a present and tells him he’s going to be a champion one day. it’s a jersey, a little too big for him but they all laugh that he’ll grow into it. it’s like his dad’s jersey with brixton printed boldly on the back but the number is different, it’s his favourite number instead. his dad lifted him up and told him, he was going to be an allstar.

              “it’s really no problem.” he replies with a genuine smile, he really didn’t mind and it seemed like the girl was having difficulty. it was good thing he wasn’t weak or anything too, finally years of training and toning his muscles could finally have some pay off other than winning competitions, right. easily lifting up the table and placing it where he thought wanted it, “is this okay? if you don’t mind me asking but what are you doing?”

                halston high was still pretty new to ryan and the gym had brought him some sort of ease in general. fuck, he really missed training back in l.a to the point he actually found it nice being in a highschool gym with a basketball, the one sport he sometimes dreaded other than soccer.  he swivels on his heel, the ball bouncing back into his hands as he notices the girl enter, his cheeks flushing red from her witnessing his childish behaviour. “nah, it’s good. i think i needed the reality check.” he held the ball to his waist, “me? never.”

ryan: my dad's in town so maybe he'd enjoy checking out halston's team