Bryce's outfit
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Bryce was standing in the rain, his eyes red and puffy from crying so hard. He covered his eyes, more warm tears running down them. He wasn't feeling okay anymore. He just wanted to die.

"Bryce..." A voice whispered, one that was more soothing than anything he's ever heard of. "Bryce, I'm here." He turned around, only to be met face to face with Ryan. "What's wrong, beautiful?"

"E-everything! Everything th-that could've gone wrong, went w-wrong..." Bryce breathed out, shoving himself into Ryan's chest and clutching his flannel with all his might. Ryan's hand soothingly rubbed Bryce's back.

"Sh, it'll be okay," Ryan whispered, his warm breathe hitting Bryce's neck. Ryan pulled out of the hug, arms still hung loosely over Bryce's torso. "I'm here. I'm right here." Ryan's warm lips pressed against Bryce's cold ones. Without hesitation, Bryce kissed back, standing on his tippy toes to match Ryan's height.

Deepening the kiss, Ryan tilted his head, his hand making its way to caress Bryce's cheek. Bryce placed his hand on Ryan's chest, rubbing it as the kiss became heated. With their eyes closed, they continued to roam each other's mouths.

But soon, Bryce couldn't feel Ryan's mouth on his. He opened his eyes, Ryan was nowhere to be found. He looked around, and Ryan had seemingly vanished. He didn't know why, but he started crying again.
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Bryce's eyes fluttered open, Ryan standing over him with a smirk. "You were moaning a lot in your dream. Are you okay?"

Bryce didn't answer. He was both relieved, and upset that it was a dream. He just stood up, walked into the kitchen, and started making coffee. With an arched eyebrow, Ryan fallowed, deciding not to bother with Bryce right now.

Maybe later, but not now.
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April fools.
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No romance yet.
Maybe later, but not yet.
So yeah, for April fools, you guys get a fake chapter.
I'm such a rebel >:3
Anyways, enjoy your April fools and tell me about a prank that you pulled or someone else pulled on you today!
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