It was pretty dark, the night sky clear as day. The stars danced around while the moon beamed brightly, lighting up the dark sky that engulfed everything.

You were dripping sweat, your costume sticking to your skin like sticky honey.

It wasn’t bad being a backup dancer but the venue was definitely hot and humid you were sure your makeup might’ve sweated off. You made tons of new friends like Katie and Dusty, who you were friends with immediately when you guys met and were attracted to the hip ever since, they were like your sisters.

You were also pretty close with the band members like Brendon who always chatted with you when both of you guys got a chance and Spencer and Jon as well.

They were all ever sweet and friendly!

Except for Ryan, he always seemed quite distant towards you, like he was holding a grudge against you, as if you cursed his whole family forever, even though you guys didn’t really talk that much.

Only a few small conversations you always saw him glaring at you across the room or even on the tour bus.

It was especially prominent when you’re around Brendon which was pretty often.

Brendon was very touchy in a friendly way when it came towards you, always having his arm around your shoulder and he gets especially clingier when a drop of booze touches his tongue.

You changed into some more comfortable clothes and took off your makeup which felt so refreshing, you walked towards the band's tour bus and sat down next to Brendon on the black couch, Brendon seemed like he always had something up his sleeve especially when he’s really close to you, which you didn’t seem to mind but a certain guitarist did.

As Brendon was talking your ear off inching closer to you and draping his arm around your shoulder and his other arm doing random gestures as he talked about something you weren’t really paying attention to and kind of just nodded, acting like you’re listening. You could feel Ryan’s daggers looking at you too even though Spencer was talking to him on the other side of the bus.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N? Are you even listening to me?!” Brendon said, waving his hand to snap you out of your gaze, “Huh? Oh— yea I’m listening but is it just me but I can literally feel Ryan’s glare burning through me.” You said in a whisper tone, not wanting Ryan to hear your conversation.

Brendon hummed, looking over at Ryan. He smirked, seeing Ryan's angry expression; he was practically red with it. Brendon smirked, leaning closer to your ear and whispering something Ryan couldn’t lip-read or hear, which just made him angrier.

What if Brendon was flirting with you?

That made Ryan’s blood boil but he chose not to do anything and act like he doesn’t care, not even one bit even if his bones are telling him to go over there and kiss you right then and there.

…

After a few hours, most people decided to head to bed since it was getting late, it was now just you and Ryan. You kind of assumed he was gonna go to sleep as well, but he didn't.

He sat on the other side of the bus awkwardly, tapping his fingers on his thigh.

Slowly you inched towards Ryan, now sitting next to him. Your knees at times bumping into each other, it was definitely a very uncomfortable silent situation,

“Sooo… how was the performance for you?” You said awkwardly trying to start a conversation with Ryan as he looked at the horizon.

“It was fine, just tons of fan girls screaming my name. The usual.” He huffed which made you giggle. His cheek turns a pinkish undertone hearing you giggle.

“Hey uhm— I have a question for you Ry, why do you always look at me? Especially when it came to our performance and well…”

You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, “I always saw you looking or at least glancing at me every time, and yet, every time I tried to have a conversation with you. You’re just so distant.”

Ryan gulped nervously, he really didn’t know what to say or do.

I mean it was true he was quite distant with you, he didn’t hate you it was actually quite the opposite. He kept closing his mouth and opening it again, like a fish out of water until he smashed his lips against yours.

Your eyes widened in surprise but slowly you accepted it and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing you guys closer together.

When you guys finally parted ways, you guys were panting heavily trying to catch your breath, “I-I’ve loved you Y/N for a long time and, and I know I’ve been giving you the cold shoulder but I really do like you—” You cut him off by shushing him which made him slightly surprised.

“I want you to show me how much you love me rather than telling me” you said in a teasing tone and winked.

Which led you both to both crashing into each other's lips, tongues dancing around as you guys felt up each other's bodies and stumbled onto the tour bus's bed which was very cramped but had to do. You lay there while Ryan was on top of you, mesmerized and taking every inch of your body.

You guys were both half naked, and tried to quickly take off your pants, “Fuck… Y/N you’re so beautiful.” He said kissing your neck possessively and went down to your stomach making you whine, your hole soaking your underwear.

“I love you so much Y/N…” He groaned, taking off his boxers and your underwear, he grabbed a condom he had in his pocket and ripped it open.

Slowly rolling it on his hard cock that stood up tall confidently, “Fuck— I love you so much Y/N you’re so perfect, I want you to be all time.” He whispered against your ear before slowly putting his cock in your hole.

You gasped slightly at the pain with the mix of pleasure, as you tried to adjust to the size of Ryan’s cock plunging into you.

“You’re so tight— God,” Ryan mumbles.

After a few minutes of adjusting you nodded, allowing Ryan to move, he thrust inside of you groaning in the process as you whimpered trying to keep as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake up anyone on the bus, “Ryannn~ feels too good..”

You whined your legs wrapped around his hips and your arms wrapped around his neck and you whined and whimpered against his ear.

Ryan kept thrusting into you at a steady pace hitting your G-spot now and then causing you to see white as you blissed your way into pleasure, your eyes rolled back as your tongue lolled out, “F-Fuck Y/N you’re mine… fuck ‘m close…” You panted nodding, not being able to form any words from being fucked out you were.

A few thrusts and Ryan slammed into your hole groaning as he came, his cum trapped inside the latex that covered his cock.

You moaned loudly as you literally saw heaven when you came. Spasming on Ryan’s cock, Ryan’s hand immediately covered your mouth. Muffling the sound of your moan.

Both of you caught your breath as he pulled out, throwing away the condom in the nearest trash can. He lay on top of you as you played with his chocolate hair.

Your sweaty bodies against each other until you guys fell asleep peacefully in each other's embrace.

…

The next morning when you guys finally woke up from a restful sleep, you guys got dressed inside the bed that was covered by the curtain giving you guys a little privacy from the outside.

When you guys finally got out of the bus some people looked extremely tired from the restless night they had or like Brendon, smirking and winking at both of you guys.

“What’s the matter, guys?” You yawned rubbing your eyes from tiredness

Brendon whistled teasingly, “Next time when you guys have sex maybe try to keep it down or do it somewhere else, I was right below you guys and I could hear anything and even the squeaks from the bed.”

✿ Ryan definitely found your flower shop in the whim while he was taking a break or just running errands and he thought your shop was cute

✿ When he saw you he definitely thought you were the most beautiful person he’s ever seen in his life time

✿ He would definitely stutter when he first tried talking to you because he was too mesmerized by your beauty

✿ After he was finally able to form words after stumbling on his words you guys really did connect since you guys had so much in common like music, shows, hobbies, etc.

✿ Ryan would come everyday not to buy flowers but to talk you and get to know you more sometimes being too caught up with talking to you he forgot why he even left his house

✿ The band definitely knows you because Ryan talks about you all day when they’re practicing even though you guys haven’t formally met yet

✿ Sometimes he’ll talk to you about the band and maybe the new songs he’s creating for the new album they’re working on

✿ He definitely tries to remember what you like, like your favorite color, food, animal and as well as what you hate

✿ If you’re too busy taking care of your shop sometimes he’ll pop in just to give you food and water making sure you stay hydrated and don’t starve yourself

It was a gloomy night unlike any other this whole year; the clouds covered the moon that would’ve lightened the sky while the stars danced around. You took a sip of your lukewarm tea that was once hot but you waited too long while spacing out.

It was almost like the gods wanted to ruin your mood even more.

Your boyfriend Ryan had left for his band tour; you were happy for him, obviously, but you did dearly miss him and his warmth, which he always had and that brought you comfort.

Most of the time you did call on a regular basis at night before you or he had to sleep, but last night he was too busy with tour stuff for him to call you.

But it was nice that he at least texted you so you didn’t have to wait for his phone call at least. You really did miss his voice and how soothing it was.

Even though he did spray his cologne on his side of the bed it slowly faded away as well as with the warmth of him as the days passed, even his own hoodie, which at first engulfed you in his scent, slowly faded away as well.

You really did miss him a lot…

There was a box carefully wrapped that was on the coffee table that Ryan said ‘Don’t open it up until you really do miss me’ before he had left.

Of course that was a bit suspicious but you paid no mind until you really started missing him. You placed down your coffee mug on the kitchen counter and walked over to the wrapped present, it looked really neat like Ryan had taken hours on perfecting it. You grabbed the box gently and inspected it suspiciously.

Sitting down on the couch and slowly starting to unravel the present, cautious about what might be in it but also eager to know what might be in the present.

Slowly opening the top of the box you gasped.

It was a small brown teddy bear from, Build-A-Bear with a small card on top of the brown teddy bear, you grabbed the card and opened it.

‘Hey baby <3 I know I’ll be gone for a long time for touring and that you’ll miss me so I thought I might as well give you a small gift to remember me by, when I’m miles away from you!!

PS: hug the plushie you’ll see why :)’

Placing the card down next to you on the couch you grabbed the brown teddy bear, it smelled like Ryan’s cologne, as if he had drenched the teddy bear with his cologne before wrapping it in the box. You smiled widely and you had to call him today to say thank you.

Hugging the teddy bear tightly and inhaling his scent you gasped hearing Ryan’s voice from the stuffed animal

‘Hi baby, I love you!’

You squeezed it one more time to confirm what you heard.

‘I miss you so much baby, I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you’

Almost tearing up you sniffled inhaling his scent one more until placing the teddy down next to you. You were pretty sure Ryan was done performing now since it was pretty late where he was at now.

You fished out your phone in the PJs’ pants and immediately called him, getting all antsy for him to pick up the call.

When he finally picked up you smiled and lightened up.

“Hey baby, how are ya?” Ryan said in a tired tone but still very lovingly and caring.

“Hey, Ry! I opened the present that you gave me and I just wanna say— thank you it was really nice I almost cried.” You laughed still trying to wipe your tears.

You could sense Ryan smile through the phone, “I’m glad you liked it Y/N I really do miss you, I promise I’ll come back to our home soon and we’ll cuddle and have a movie marathon. I miss you so much…”

“I missed you too Ry, now… go sleep you have another concert tomorrow.” You reminded him in response he groaned covering a pillow onto his face.

“I don’t wanna go— I miss you so much… and I just want you to be here.” Ryan pouted over the phone he was a little muffled from the pillow. You giggled pulling your knees closer to your chest, “How about I stay on call and we can chat until you fall asleep? Does that sound good?”

Ryan hummed contentedly, “Mmmm… yes that’d be nice, now tell me how was your day sweetheart?”

Ranting about your day Ryan gave soft hums and ‘uh huh’ making sure you knew he was listening to you, you could hear the soft muffles of his bandmates but you couldn’t hear enough to hear coherent words until you heard someone walking up to Ryan’s pod, “What do you want Bren?” Ryan sighed kind of frustrated at his friend Brendon, who you grew close to when the band formed.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted to watch a movie with me, Jon, and Spencer but it looks like you’re busy— Hi Y/N!!” You chuckled at how excited Brendon sounded when he saw your contact on Ryan’s phone.

“Hey, Bren.” You said happily, “Come get Ry, he gets all mopey and sad cause you’re not around.” You heard the smallest playful smack through the phone which made Brendon yelp and run away.

“Sorry about him… he’s just— well him.” Ryan sighed, adjusting to a position to something more comfortable for him.

You smiled, bringing the brown teddy bear to your chest and smelling the cologne on the stuffed animal, “No worries baby, I am getting a little tired though so I’ll call you tomorrow m’kay?” You yawned, rubbing your eyes slightly while you shuffled your way to your cozy bed and plopped yourself on the bed, getting yourself comfortable.

“Alright baby, sleep well I miss you,” Ryan said in a needy and sad tone.

You were really debating whether you wanted to go to that party… You did promise Brendon you would go but do you seriously want to go?

Though Brendon was your best friend and would want you to go for ‘social interaction’ which you never really cared for but Brendon would be on your ass if you didn’t come to his party.

So you sighed fighting the urge to just call him and fake being sick, you forced yourself out of your warm cozy bed.

The phone buzzed once on your bedside table.

You honestly didn’t want to read the text right now so you decided to ignore it even if you had an aching itch to see who texted you right now.

Finally, after a few minutes of contemplation, you got up to use the bathroom and get ready.

The party didn’t start until 7PM so you had plenty of time to get ready and mentally prepare yourself for the chaos of what you call Brendon’s parties

Since you knew Brendon for a while you knew that Brendon most of the time went all out for parties.

Stacks of beers and alcohol on the kitchen counters, red solo cups stacked on top of each other, big speakers that vibrate the floor and you can feel the bass in your heart.

Almost everyone in the town was invited to come and dance on each other's sweaty bodies. Maybe even make out or bang each other in the bedrooms.

Even thinking about it grossed you out, almost making you puke.

Splashing icy cold water on your face to wake you up somewhat worked.

When you finished getting ready you had about 30 minutes left until you had to leave for Brendon's house, so you decided to pick out a basic outfit for the party.

You wore a basic pair of blue jeans and a random band shirt that wasn’t dirty and looked nice.

Good enough!! You really considered not going to the party, but it was too late. Your hand was already on the doorknob.

All you nodded you did was twist it. Plus you cat wouldn’t notice he was probably dead asleep.

…

Barley taking a step into Brendon’s house you could feel the heat coming through the house from the sea of people, music blasting to the point the whole neighborhood could probably hear it— hell probably the whole town could.

My god you really did regret coming to this party… now you have to try to find Brendon who’s probably making out with his girlfriend or something of the sort.

Trying to find him in a sea of people was very difficult since almost every white boy looked like him from the back.

Finally, after minutes of probably crowd surfing you found him in the kitchen, his arm wrapped around the brown-haired girl's waist and the other hand holding a red solo cup filled with alcohol.

Her name was Sarah. You've met her a few times.

She was pretty nice and friendly, “Hey Brendon, I thought you’d be sucking off each other's faces by now.” You said in a teasing tone.

Brendon laughed pulling his girlfriend closer to his side like she was going to leave if he didn't get her closer to him.

“Yea we would but Sarah here doesn’t like the smell of alcohol under my breath,” Brendon said.

Sarah scoffed playfully, slapping his chest softly, “Well I just don’t like the smell of alcohol.”

“Yea but I like you.” Brendon leaned closer to her— yea they’re definitely flirting with each other and you didn’t want to see them make out right in front of you.

So, you slid your way out of there to the back porch where it’s definitely quieter and cooler. The music was more muffled and fewer people were out there.

Maybe a few groups of people holding cups while standing in a circle and talking about whatever. The cold breeze made you shiver a bit but it wasn’t so bad. You should’ve gotten some beer or something to wash away all your nerves.

Leaning against the brick wall and sighed trying to ground myself since the loud music and bodies rubbing against you was really overwhelming.

Then you heard a familiar voice— a familiar voice that Brendon swore you wouldn’t hear or even see at this specific party.

“Jeez, are you that into me that you’re stalking me?” That taunting voice from Ryan as you turned your head towards his stupid… self, your eyes glaring deep into his soul.

You scoffed rolled your eyes out of instinct at this point

“Why would I be into you and stalk you? Out of all people?” Ryan snared his teeth, “Well it just seems I see you everywhere like you’re in love with me or something.” God, he’s so self-entitled it’s so annoying!

“Well no— Brendon told me you wouldn’t be here… I hate you.” You turned away from his face not daring to look at him again not knowing if you’re going to kill him right then and there

“Well the feelings are mutual, why are you even out here? Shouldn’t you be I dunno shaking your ass to a random guy or something?” He said, taking a sip of his alcohol in his red solo cup.

“First of all I don’t do that, that’s gross and secondly I’m out here because it’s too loud and overwhelming in that house.” Ryan hummed almost like he was… agreeing with you? Was he actually being civil with you for once? “Yeah, it was kind of loud in there.”

“Aren’t you in a band? Shouldn’t you be used to loud music or crowds… something like that?” You retorted back at him, “Just cause I’m in a band doesn’t mean I can’t agree with you that the music is loud? Brend cranks that shit up to max hell— he probably found a way to go over the max.”

He wasn’t wrong…. Brendon really liked his music all the way up even the bass which shook the whole universe.

You sighed, leaning your head on the wall, looking up at the dark sky, the only thing lighting it up was the speckles of the stars scattered around, “Did y’know stars are just balls of gas?” Ryan turned his head towards you. Was he judging you? Yeah, you were not going to look in his direction at the moment.

It stayed silent for a few minutes before you opened your mouth again, “They’re mostly made up of hydrogen and helium and— around 275 million stars are born every day.” You spilled out before you could stop yourself.

God you really hated talking to people especially cause it’s so awkward right now… can he just say something?!

Ryan cleared his throat, “That’s uhm… cool.”

“I hate you.” You blurted out, still looking at the midnight sky while the stars danced around, “I hate you too idiot.” Ryan replied in a snappy tone.

You guys stood there in awkward silence before one of Ryan’s friends pulled him away and talked his ear off about some random girl he was making out with and that ‘she was the one’ or something of the sort.