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Ryan Sure, I suppose. it's upstairs in my bedroom. *Walks up the narrow staircase.* The more time you spend with me the more paparazzi are gonna...
Ryan *Sighs loudly and drags himself off of his couch and trudges to the door, opens the door slowly.* Hey..
Ryan *Grabs his remote for the stero off his coffee table and flicks on the radio. Plays the song Ask by The Smiths. Sings along in a muffled...
Ryan *Buries his head in one of the cushions*
Ryan Replies: I don't have any soup in because I always make my own.
Ryan *Goes back to his apartment and as soon as he gets inside he flops onto his sofa.* Tweets Noelle: Gotta admit we had a good laugh tonight.
Ryan Replies: The paparazzi are very sly. They always manage to snap photos of me at my worst.
Ryan *Stops running and casually strolls through the surprisingly bustling street.* Tweets Kirsten: So what if you smoked weed, it's your life.
Ryan *Dries his legs with an old dirt stained towel he found slumped on the ground. Quickly puts his clothes back on.* Thanks for an eventful...
Noah *Lays down on the bed making it obvious how distressed he is*
Noah Texts back: Ok then...
Ryan Alright then.
Ryan Bad day to be wearing lace, huh?
Ryan Everything we do comes with a cost. Just like that and now were cold.
Ryan *Lays down on the grass and gazes up at the stars.*
Ryan *Swims to the side of the pool and hoists himself out.*
Ryan *Quietly swims around*
Ryan Just jump in, and if we do get caught i'm legging it and leaving you to take the blame.
Ryan *Gestures at the pool. Takes his shoes off, beanie, shirt and jeans off. Leaves them by the side of the pool and jumps in.* Me and my...
Ryan *Laughs. Hops over a fence into someone's garden.*