☆°. "The look of love, the rush of blood The "She's with me"'s, the Gallic shrug The shutterbugs, the Camera Plus The black & white and the color dodge"

2022.

You and Ryan started dating at a young age, two teenagers, dumb and in love, both wanting to succeed in a music career. When you started dating, you both saw music as a hobby. As much as you both enjoyed it, you did it to pass the time. The two of you played gigs in the evenings at whatever shitty pubs would let you in, Ryan with his band 'inhaler' and you with your band.

Even at that young age, people would oggle at you. Whether it be the old slimey men who came to these local pubs to get pissed up whilst their wives stayed home with the kids or the young tradies who'd shoot you glances whilst they nursed their pints. For the most part, Ryan didn't care. For him, it was almost like a pat on the back that you were his. People could look, but couldn't touch.

Now, both of your bands had grown to some fame. This meant you were in the public eye, both of you gaining attention not only for your talent, but your looks aswell. This rarely caused arguments between the two of you as you both knew that you loved one another, no one could come in between that. However, Ryan did sometimes get pissed off.

After leaving one of your gigs, a swarm of fans that had stayed late to see you approached. You and your band met them with polite smiles, chatting to them, taking pictures and signing autographs. However a young lad with his mates hand became slightly handsy. As usual, you politely declined his advances, but it still left a bitter taste in Ryan's mouth, who watched the whole scene.