FueledByRamenFiction

"We're gonna get married one day." I told him with a smirk. Ryan rolled his eyes with a laugh, "You keep thinking that, Bren." ~ I met Ryan Ross through my best friend Spencer Smith when I was 15. The two had known each other their entire lives & were practically family. It didn't take long for Ryan and I to become friendly with each other. We'd tease each other, similar to the way kids in elementary school would when they liked each other. The relationship we displayed in front of Spencer was totally different than the one we had going on through text messages. We'd send flirty texts back and forth into the wee hours of the night. A smile

Let's state the obvious: December 25th has got to be the worst day of the year for anyone of the Jewish faith. As a Jew, I get eight nights of presents but I don't have ANY Jewish friends I can celebrate with. All of my friends will be singing Christmas carols while I'm eating some burned latkes made by my Grandfather who can only speak Yiddish. Fucking great. It's the fifth night of Hanukkah and my parents got me an iTunes gift card which is pretty cool, I guess. It's also Christmas Eve. I'm browzing through some songs & apps, looking for anything remotely interesting to maybe drop a $1.99 on when I get my annual Christmas party invite text

So what's on the agenda for big man on campus Dallon Weekes this year?" Jon asked as the three of them walked over the fallen Autumn leaves. "Probably bang every freshman girl, am I right?" Ryan replied with a chuckle. "Sophomore, junior and senior too." Jon added. "Why are you guys so fascinated with my private life anyways?" Dallon inquired as he began to walk backwards to talk to his two best friends. "If only it was actually private. Everyone at this school knows everything about your personal life." Ryan answered with a shrug. "I can't help that I'm popular..." Dallon said which caused Ryan to roll his eyes. "Okay, Ross! Don't tell me yo

I got these memories, they're all of you and me I've been recording them ever since I was seventeen Push playback then rewind I see us meeting for the very first time Your eyes are the size of the moon. Big. Bright. Brown. Spencer's words are lost after he intoduces us. All I see is your smile. All I hear is your laugh. "Hi, Ryan." You say, offering out your hand. I take it in mine. My scraggly hand dwarfs your soft one. Your fingers linger in my grasp far too long for two people who've just only met. "Hello, Brendon." I reply, all smiles. A mental note of you, you sang my melody First bar in a lifelong symphony The prelude to a

Brendon had his feet pressed flat against the headboard and he dangled his arms off the end of our bed. He shifted positions numerous times, much to my annoyance. Unfortunately, telling him to stay still would mean tearing myself away from my book. He moved a few more times before settling in at my side. He laid his head on my shoulder, breathing softly through his nose. "Whatcha' reading?" Brendon asked me. "The Notebook." I told him, not taking my eyes from the pages in front of me. "Oh like the movie?" "Yes. The film is based on the novel." "I don't see what's so great about that movie anyway! The ending was way too sad for my liking.

Travis was passed out on Pete's couch, which I'm assuming meant we were sleeping over, considering it was around 2 AM. The only people that were still awake in the living room were me and Gabe. Gabe kept looking over at me and smirking. "Hey let's go to Pete's guest room." Gabe said to me, walking over and taking my hand. "Uhm okay." I said as my mouth curled into a smile, not knowing what was coming over me. We went into the guest room that was lit with red candles. I inhaled deeply at the light floral scent and sat on the bed. Gabe walked in and looked at me. I gestured for him to come sit with me and he did. When he sat down, he pulled

 I awoke to Travis' soft lips on mine. My mouth curled into a smile before I opened my eyes. I inhaled deeply and his face came into focus. I ran my hands down his scruffy cheeks and pulled him in for another kiss. He pulled away smiling. "How about a quicky before we meet up with my friends again today?" He asked grinning. I just wacked him with my pillow and laughed. "Jeez, you remind me of that Gabe friend of your's from the last night." I said in mid stretch. "I only learn from the best." Travis told me. "You guys are pretty close?" "Yeah, I've known him since our freshman year of high school." I raised my eyebrow at this to show I was li

"Ready to meet my other family?" Travis asked from the driver's seat of his Jeep. "Well you talk about 'em enough! I feel like I already know them." I told him with a laugh. We pulled into the parking lot of the beach. I could see the high flames of the bon fire and I felt a nervous twist in the pit of my stomach. "Don't worry. They'll love you!" Travis assured me as he squeezed my hand. We walked hand in hand until a short man with bare tattooed chest came up to us. "Travie! Glad you could make it, man!" The man said and Travis picked him and hugged him. "Pete, dude, thanks for inviting me." Travis told him, putting 'Pete' down. "It wouldn't

I folded my schedule and placed it inside my binder. Today was going to be good. I looked at the room number that was written on the wall next to the door. A-4: Grade 11 English. I turned to Alex and smiled, "Thanks for pointing me in the right direction." He nodded, his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses. I couldn't help but check him out once more. He was against the wall, ever so elegantly, his legs bent slightly enough so he was leaning.  His black skinny jeans traced his legs just perfectly; the green lanyard, which I assumed were car keys, fell slightly out of his side pocket. I shook my head slightly. What was I doing? I've