(has to listen to one direction to inspire me to finish this chapter. i miss larry fam.)

"Ryan whatever the h*ll your middle name is Ross!"

Ryan rolls his eyes upon hearing the familiar screeching of his coworker. He spins around and crosses his arms at his coworker. While his posture may look intimidating, there is a fond smile on his face directed at the taller man.

"Dallon James Weekes," he replies.

Dallon stops and rests his hands on his hips. He raises an eyebrow and smiles brightly, clearly looking impressed at the fact that Ryan knew his middle name.

"Now, how did you figure that out?" He asks.

"Pete does not shut up. You know this."

Ryan jumps up on the counter and sits down. He pats the spot next to him and Dallon sits there with no hesitation. They bump their shoulders together, and swing their legs a bit.

(Well, Ryan was able to swing his legs. Dallon's kept brushing against the floor.)

"What's your middle name then?" Dallon asks.

"Well, Ryan is actually my middle name."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah! You didn't know?"

—

Dallon: Obviously I didn't know! [dramatically places hand over chest] The betrayal! The deception! Th-The lies! [rests other hand against his forehead] I can never trust him again!

Ryan: It's literally just a name. That dumba*s.

—

Hell week.

It is officially hell week at Ryan and Ashley's college, and Dallon can't help but feel sorry for the students. When he FaceTimed Ryan earlier, the younger man looked nearly ninety.

"Holy sh*t, Ross! Have you looked in the mirror?" He asked.

"Has your mother looked at the mistake she birthed twenty-five years ago?"

So, that conversation ended quickly.

Dallon scrolls through his contacts until he found the one person he knew who would never resist his pretty face.

'Forehead Lover'

Dallon presses on the contact and leans against the counter as he waits for Brendon to answer his call.

A few seconds later, Brendon's face pops up. Yet, it is not any better than Ryan's grumpy, tired expression. In fact, it was probably worst.

"Oh my god, Brendon. You and Ryan are twins right now!" Dallon says.

Brendon raises an eyebrow, confusion very clear even with the fuzzy video connection.

Dallon waves his hand, "oh, Ryan and Ashley are study for their finals. They both look extremely crappy."

The other man nods understandingly. A yawn breaks from his lips, and his nose scrunches one a way that has Dallon mentally swooning. Brendon shakes his head and pushes bangs out of his face.

"Yeah, I get how they're feeling. I have my History final coming up along with my Choir final and Music Appreciation final."

Dallon's eyes widen, "sh*t! I totally forgot you go to school with them!"

Brendon tiredly grins and shakes his head fondly, "I like to think I'm very mature for a twenty year old."

"Do you need any help? Do you need me to grab you something to eat?"

Brendon shakes his head, "no, it's fine. I just need to pull a few all nighters and I'll be fine."

"Bren-."

"I have to go Dal. Talk to you later."

Brendon hangs up.

—

Dallon: Nobody hangs up on Dallon Weekes. I hang up! I don't care how cute you are. I hang up. [grabs phone out, starts aggressively typing numbers]

Camera Man: What are you doing?

Dallon: Aggressively ordering a pizza for Brendon. He needs food.

—

"Josh, why are we at the library?" Ashley asks.

Ashley and Ryan have looked way better on other days than today. Anybody, even the blind, can see that. Ashley is dressed in a pair of sweats, a cat sweatshirt she stole from Taylor's closet, and a pair of tennis shoes. Her hair is in a ponytail and bags are accompanying her eyes. Her acrylic nails are even growing out, and that is really bothering her.

Ryan didn't look any better, of course. He's managed to slip on a pair of Winnie-the-Pooh bottoms, a Recess shirt he snagged from the local thrift shop, and a pair of bread slippers. His hair is extremely greasy and his face is breaking out from stress. His eyes have identical bags to Ashley's.

Josh, from the other end of Ashley's call, just laughs way too brightly for the two of them. They groan simultaneously, and Ryan rubs his forehead as another headache erupts.

"I told you guys that I got you a tutor! He will be there in a few minutes!" Josh answers.

"Could you tell us who the tutor is?" Ryan asks.

"You'll see! I have to go, there's a line waiting for me to get off the phone."

The line goes dead, and the pair groan simultaneously once again. Ashley rests her head on Ryan's shoulder, and he rests his head on top of her's.

"We should be at home, actually studying," Ashley says.

Ryan nods, "I know. Yet, I feel that if I'm alone any longer I will jump out my window."

"I'll join you."

They giggle at that.

Ashley sighs and hooks her chin on Ryan's shoulder. She looks up at him and a teasing grin is plastered on her face.

"So, Brendon said you and Jon are a thing now."

Ryan rolls his eyes, "we have a date coming up, yes."

"So, I get all the dirty details right?"

Before he could answer, the doors are pushed open. The light from outside preventing both Ashley and Ryan from seeing who it is. The figure walks further inside, the doors swing close behind them.

Ryan's eyes widen as he makes out who it is.

"Tyler?"

Tyler, dressed way better than the stressed college students, is holding a dry eraser board and his laptop. He has two packets and pencils in his other hand.

"I'm going to be your Algebra tutor."

—

Ryan: This can't be bad, right? I mean, Tyler is a smart and quiet guy! What harm can come from that?

Tyler: [pulls out an electric shock therapy machine, holds it up to camera] They will learn through pain.

—

Jon adjusts his button up then turns to the flowers in his hands. He fluffs them up a little to make them look more lively. When they were perfect enough in his eyes, he smiles brightly and steps inside the shop.

Well, he actually slams straight into Dallon's chest.

Jon groans and rubs his nose. He raises an eyebrow at the taller man that hurt his sniffer.

"You greet all your customers like that, Dallon?" He asks.

Dallon just rolls his eyes, "only those who annoy me. Ryan's not here, Walker."

"Well, where is he?"

"I think Josh sent him to the library so Tyler can tutor him and Ashley for their finals."

—

Jon: [typing numbers on his phone]

Camera Man: What are you doing?

Jon: Lovingly ordering sushi for Ryan. Poor thing is probably living off crappy coffee and Doritos.

—

A pizza box in one hand and a drink carrier in the other, Dallon knocks on Brendon's dorm door. He taps his foot and waits patiently for the younger man to answer the door.

An agonizing few minutes later, the door slowly opens and the vibrant man that Dallon has grown fond of is now a dull shade. His eyes have become partners with darks bags and his floppy hair is greasy and sticking out all over. He's wearing basketball shorts, a black Spider-Man hoodie, and knee-high, rainbow socks.

The camera zooms in on Dallon as a fond smile slithers its way onto his face. He chuckles and shakes his head at the pathetic looking college student.

"You poor slob. Let me in," he says.

Brendon glares with little heat in his eyes, and steps out of the way. Dallon walks inside, walks over to Brendon's coffee table, and sets down the food. He sits himself on the couch, opens the pizza box, and pulls out a slice of pepperoni pizza. He holds it out to Brendon.

"Pepperoni. Your favorite."

Brendon tiredly smiles and trudges over to the couch. He sinks to the ground, crawls between Dallon's legs, and sits back against the couch. He rests his head on Dallon's thigh and sighs in content.

"For a cranky old man, you're really nice," he whispers.

Dallon chuckles, "only for you, B."

He leans down and kisses his forehead.

—

Brendon: Listen, if you don't get a man like Dallon Weekes then you are doing it all wrong.

Dallon: [from the couch] Brendon! Come wash your funky a*s now! You f**king stink, loser!

Brendon: [smiles, dreamy sigh] He's just the greatest.

—

Ashley yelps as she feels another shock. She whines pathetically and curls up against Ryan. He didn't look any better than her.

"It's 4! It's 4, Tyler!" She whimpers.

Tyler, holding the shock machine in his hand, nods, "very good."

He writes the number on the board, and the two students copy the equation with the answer down. Tyler looks down at his watch and clicks his tongue as he sees the time.

"Well, I need to go pick up Josh. We're done for today."

Ryan and Ashley almost cry in joy because of they one sentence. They hold onto each other tightly and watch Tyler pack his stuff up. They flinch when he spares them a glance.

"I shall see you tomorrow. Be prepared."

With that final sentence, Tyler walks out and leaves them shaking in fear.

—

Tyler: Fear is a working tactic when it comes to teaching. Especially in difficult subjects like algebra. Fear and threats get you results.

Ashley: I think I'm scarred.

—

Ryan buries his face in his arms and yawns tiredly. He is extremely tired from the torture he and Ashley just endured from Tyler's 'teaching'.

(More like abuse, but you didn't hear that from him.)

He knew he needed to force himself to stand up and walk home, yet Ryan wasn't sure he had the strength in him to do so. His brain felt friend and his legs felt numb. Also, all the supplies he brought would surely feel like hundreds of bricks in his stick arms.

"I'm just going to spend the night in the library," he mumbles.

"I don't think the library would appreciate that."

Sluggishly, Ryan lifts his head and looks over his shoulder. He smiles tired when he eyes met familiar, warm brown ones.

"Hi, Jon."

Jon gently smiles at him. He runs a hand through Ryan's hair and tsks at him like a mother would to her child.

"You need a shower, Ry. You look awful."

Ryan sighs, "I know, but I don't think I can walk. My legs are mentally broken."

Jon snorts, "I think it's referred to as laziness."

The younger man glares and sticks his tongue out. He attempts to stand back up, but shakes his head and sinks back down in his chair.

"Nope. Nope. Spending the night. Can't move."

Jon shakes his head at the pathetic man. Without hesitation, he leans over, grabs Ryan's hand, and pulls him up. He stands in front of him and kneels down.

"Get on my back, I'll give you a ride to my car," Jon says.

Ryan grins, "you sure?"

"Positive."

Ryan climbs up on Jon's back, wraps his arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Jon gently grabs his thighs as he stands up. He gathers Ryan's supplies, shoves them in his book bag, and grabs the handle of the bag.

"Let's get you home, Ry."

Ryan smiles and buries his face in Jon's neck.

—

(tbh, this was more of a cute filler than anything. yet, i hate it haha. will definitely be giving the other couples more attention in the next chapter. promise!)