If there was just some sign in the universe telling us to be together then I'll take the chance. Let fate decide. Yeah because that was a good idea... I didn't care at this point. Ryan seemed like a great guy. If there was even the slightest possibility we are supposed to end up together, then fine.

I'll take the oppurtunity. Gladly.

I finished my long shift. I got to leave at 7:30 PM. I couldn't wait until I could get out of this place. I didn't want to work there for the rest of my life. Hell no. I didn't know what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I believed for awhile it was writing, but I'm not the best writer.

I'm still figuring things out. I came home, throwing my keys on the counter and hanging up my coat. I was exhausted and crashed on the couch. I woke up with a loud knocking at my door. I checked the time. It was 9:30 PM.

I rolled my eyes. Who the hell is it? I opened the door to Spencer standing there. He stormed inside, "I've been calling you for the past hour!"

I said sarcastically, "Come in why don't you."

He said, "Did you eat?"

I shook my head, "I was too busy sleeping."

He said, "I figured. So how is you and Ryan?"

I walked into the kitchen, attempting to avoid a conversation I didn't want to have. He said, "What happened?"

"Things, Spencer, stuff."

He seemed irritated, "Brendon Boyd Urie tell me."

"It's not going to happen between us. He asked me out on a date, but I couldn't bring myself to answering. I'd truly love to go out with him and if there's some sign in the universe telling us to be together then yes. I will happily go out with him, but I'm thinking negatively and I can't just say yes."

He nodded, "Sorry man...but maybe you should give him a chance. When was the last time you took a chance? Or went on a date?"

I cocked an eyebrow, "When I went out with you. Then, you realized you weren't gay and started dating a girl. Which is fine. I believe we were meant to be friends, but that's why co-workers shouldn't date and why neighbors shouldn't either. Unless Ryan can prove to me that he's commited to me, I can't trust him for what I know him for."

"What do you know him for?"

"His multiple sex partners. Of course that's not it. He's really an extraordinary person, but he's too extraordinary for someone ordinary like myself."

I pulled out some ramen noodles to make for dinner. I wasn't big on actually making a real meal. Unless Spencer's mother gave him some sort of home cooked meal in which Spencer gave to me. Now, those were good.

Spencer shook his head, "Remember this extraordinary human being is the one who asked you out. Think about it."

I did think about it.

Spencer left and I took myself, my phone, and my ramen noodles up to the roof. It was late and the moon shone bright. The moon reminded me of a tune that Ryan once sang. I remembered it because I really loved it, "Hey moon, please forget to fall down. Hey moon, don't you go down."

I played some music from my phone. Of course it had to be saddening music since I was upset. Well not upset as was I confused. I was just thinking and hoping I was choosing the right decision. I decided on letting fate decide, but what if fate was my decision of saying yes or no?

I heard clinking noises coming from the ladder. Ryan appeared. He said a simple, "Hey."

I smiled, "Hi."

He continued, "So I have your book."

I nodded, "Thanks."

He sat down on the cold concrete beside me. He spoke, "So...I heard what you said about me...thin walls, remember."

Shit.

Of course I didn't remember or even notice the fact that Spencer and I were talking a little loudly. I replied, "Well...what are you saying exactly?"

"Don't call yourself an ordinary person and say I'm extra ordinary because I'm not. I truly believe you are the extraordinary one. That's why I asked you on a date with me. I don't blame you for not wanting to say yes, but I wish you would. I want to prove to you how commited I am. Is it so crazy that I have this feeling that you and I were meant to be together?"

"Is it so bad that I'm afraid of getting hurt?"

He paused for a moment. "No. No, it's not bad. I can't promise you that you won't get hurt in this world, but you can choose who hurts you. I would never purposely hurt you. And yes I believe cheating on you would be purposely hurting you and that I will not do. I believe true love will triumph in the end. Which may or may not be a lie, but if it is a lie, then it's the most beautiful lie we have. Will you please at least give me a chance? I just know I will regret not trying. Even if that means I have to beg. I will still never give up until you say yes."

For once in my life I wanted to take a chance. I truly believed it would end well with him. I'm not saying I necessarily will marry him, but just that I believe he won't hurt me. I can choose who hurts me in this world. To he honest I'd be honored to have my heart broken by Ryan Ross. It'd be a privilege.

Before I could answer him, he said, "You know the theory? That John Green invented? The one with the drizzle and the hurricane?"

I was shocked he remembered it. I nodded, "Of course I do. I actually believe that you are the hurricane and I'm drizzle. I have honestly thought about giving you the nickname Hurricane."

He said, "I don't believe that."

"You can call me Drizzle."

He scooted closer to me so our thighs and legs were touching. I grew nervous. He said, "I don't believe that in the sense drizzles are boring. Drizzles are beautiful and amazing. They bring a light essence to the air. It's not quite thunderstorming yet. The sun is shining at least a little. It's one of the most romantic weather currents there is. It's kissing weather in many scenarios. One of the most magnificent pieces of art that isn't handmade. I would choose a drizzle over a rainbow or sunny day, anyday. Drizzle isn't just this idea I take lightly. It's the perfect weather for my liking. In that way, I believe you are a drizzle. You say you're not special because the world doesn't know about you, but that's an insult to me, I know about you."

The more and more he quoted John Green, the more I liked him. I didn't mean to, but I leaned over and kissed him. I was shocked at myself for doing so. I was too shy to normally react in such a way. Ryan didn't mind. As I cupped his cheeks, he held my waist and kissed back. I don't know why I was afraid he wouldn't kiss back, but he did. He indeed did.

When I pulled away I looked into his brown eyes. I said, "Yes. I'll go out with you. I'm done being rational in a world of irrational beings. I know I'm not perfect, I was never trying to be. But I'd love to be imperfect with you because you're my Hurricane."

"As you are my Drizzle."

We chatted about the book for a while longer. I shared my ramen noodles with him (romantic, I know). Then, we laid against the concrete while looking up at the stars.

He spoke, "The fault dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves. William Shakespeare."

I smiled, "My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations. John Green."

He chuckled, "I love that book. I know you must really love John Green."

I said, "I thought you've never read any of his works?"

"I read The Fault in Our Stars right after Looking for Alaska. I went and bought it. I would've given you your book back sooner, but I wanted to have a reason to see you again."

I kissed his cheek, "And to answer your question, yes. I do really love him and his works. I wish I could be like him someday. Maybe write a book."

He smiled, "If you were to write a book I would read that thousands of times over."

"Well it wouldn't be nearly as great as John Green's." He shrugged, "That's what you think. I think that it'll be the greatest story I've ever read."

I smiled. He was so nice. I wondered if it was even possible for someone to be this nice. He reached over and took my hand into his. I didn't pull away. I let him take it. It was now his to hold. Ryan said, "I like looking at the stars with you."

I stared up at the illuminating dots in the sky. "There's no one I'd rather go star gazing than with you in this moment."

"I do love this moment. But what might you want to do for our first official date?"

I rolled over on top of him and straddled him, "What would you like to do?"

He smiled as he held my waist, "To be with you. I don't wanna let this go. I don't wanna lose control. I just wanna see the stars with you."

I could feel that the stars would become a symbol for us being together. I sat up, "Then that's what we will do. Let's have our date up here."

Ryan smiled, "That sounds perfect, Drizzle."

"Should we go now?"

He shook his head, "I don't wanna say goodbye. Someone tell me why. I just wanna see the stars with you."

I realized what he was doing. He was quoting a song that of course is called "The Fault in Our Stars". I stood up and held out my arms to pull him up. I pulled him abnormally close to my body. He kissed me. Although I was startled, I kissed back. I said, "I have work tomorrow."

"What time?"

"About noon. Today I took Spencer's shift."

"When does it end?"

"It ends at about 8:00-ish."

He nodded, "Go get some sleep. Tomorrow after work you'll come home and we will go on our date. I have a good feeling about you, Brendon. I really do. You're different from anyone I've ever met. You show this passion burning in your eyes. I can't describe it, but I'm not going to let you go so easily. I'm not going out without a fight. I just thought you should know that. You may be drizzle, but you're raining down on me hard. I don't know any perfect people, only really really flawed people who are still worth loving. Good night, Drizzle."

"Good night, Hurricane."

No one would come to understanding the meaning of those nicknames. They will believe it's strange to contain a weather pattern as a name, but it meant something to me. I'm not saying I'm in love with this Hurricane, but I'm also not saying that I'm not falling for him. I don't know. It's too soon to know. But it's okay not to know sometimes. What I do know is that I would love to be confused with him. There's no one I'd rather be confused with.

Being drizzle in his eyes made me feel like I mattered. Was I making the right decision in choosing to give him a chance?