Ryland: got it capain’ *he smiled making a sharp turn around* what street?

Ryland: where to??

Ryland: got it box, didnt hate the kiss, loved your act~ *he smiled driving*

Ryland: why do you think i learned not to flinch? Haha, thanks for that though, whats your name? *he was putting on his helmet*

Dylan: he stick up his fist* FUCK YOU.
Ryland: he would smile* he will fuck me, thank you *he gave him the middle finger and walked off*

Dylan: dont speak that way to me bitch boy! *he looked at box* another fucktoy ryland?! God.
Ryland: just give me my fucking stuff, dont mess with him, he gives me more than you ever did.

Dylan: he opened the door* rye!! Where in the FUCK were you bitch.
Ryland: we arent a thing motherfucker, i dont owe you my presence.

Ryland : he stopped at a house and got off knocking on a door*

Ryland: he dropped the bottle shattering it on the ground and driving off* hold on tight.

Ryland: he left the house party and got on his motorcycle putting on his helmet and handing box a helmet*

Ryland: he had cracked the bottle and thought for a sec* y..yes actually. Lets do it *he got up*

Ryland: he looked over surprised* a shitty ex. *he gripped his bottle*

Ryland: he sighed replying “fuck off stan” and turned off his phone drinking more*

Ryland: he looked away drinking and checking his phone with a bunch of missed calls and texts by “dickhead”

Ryland: he smiled and drank his beer* more like a talented dentist.

Ryland: he looked over and winked while using his teeth to pop out the bottle cap and he drank some then he sat next to box*

Ryland: he smiled then looked away finishing his drink and walking next to box to pop another*

Ryland: he looked over at them and sipped his drink*

Ryland: he was leaning on a wall just drinking and looking around brushing his hands though his hair*

Ryland: he was dancing in a party drinking beer byhimself in the corner*