Heres a fresh start, no stress and just a powerful and cute little book.

Now, you're probably wondering; conther, what the everloving FUCK is Joryllon? Well, simple answer to that. A ship name I made up for Jon Walker x Ryan Ross x Dallon Weekes. I wasn't kidding when I said a fresh start.

There aren't major tws/cws in this, just a few things

-bullying (physical and verbal)
-homophobia (physical and verbal)
-transphobic + homophobic slurs
-anti LGBTQ+ mentions and actions (physical and verbal)

There might be more, and if there are I will put a tw at the beginning of the chapter, when it starts, and when it ends. If it's a big thing then I'll add it up onto the list, but if not I'll just keep it in the chapter.

Now, onto le prólogo

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Ryan didn't understand the standards of some people. Why did Jeremy have to only wear jeans and chains to be determined as a boy? Why did Alexa have to only wear dresses and heels to be deemed a girl? Why?

If it was 3017 Ryan would never believe that the world was like this before. You can only be comfortable if your version of comfort is normal to society? That doesn't sound normal or comforting.

The blue fabric pulled over his hips, the slightly stretchy band snapping securely against his skin. He liked it. A pretty, flowy skirt. Ryan preferred dresses and shorts, however today, he wanted to wear something different.

People were allowed to like nice things. So why in God's name did Ryan get bullied for it? Ryan groaned.

"Why can't things ever go my way for once,"

Sighing, he stepped over to look in his mirror. At least Ryan felt nice today. He didn't feel weird or mad about his figure. He didn't feel ugly. He felt beautiful, for once. The mid-day light gleamed over him, giving his skin a tone that mixed in with the purples and pinks of the sky. The warmth of the sun always made him feel fuzzy.

Ryan wished for a lot of things. The thing he wanted most however wasn't a ring, or new clothes, or some expensive item from Louis Vuitton. He wanted to be held. From behind. Someone whispering sweet nothings into his ear, telling him how much they loved him. He wanted someone to kiss his forehead, hold his hands in theirs and twirl him around. Someone to make him smile when the clouds went grey and someone to make him tired when he felt the sun was too bright. He wanted someone. Who, you might ask? Well Ryan wasn't exactly sure.

He liked a person. But he liked someone else at the same time. They both hurt him but...he couldn't help it. They were both just so intoxicating. The worst part of it all is that they were best friends and hated Ryan equally.

Welcome to the difficult life of Ryan Ross, starring his special addiction to kittens and oversized sweaters, and featuring his extreme crush on two homophobic boys that dispise his guts.

How eventful.

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Enjoy.