& What Would We Have to Sing About Then?

It would figure that the guy she fell for hardest in her life happened to be the one
that preferred dick. And it would figure that he would treat her like a princess and
love her to pieces and take such good care of her. Go figure. Life's one ironic
disappointment after another. If it weren't, we wouldn't have anything to sing about.

Ryan Ross.
Z Berg.
~2000 words.
Two-shot; completed.

past!Ryden.
tentative Z/Ryan.

He knew that it was his fault, that he'd fucked that over on his own. And that as
much as he claimed to love Z, it would never amount. He was gay, as much as
he'd always claimed to be bisexual. And as much as he loved her, he'd never be
in love with her. She'd always just be his crutch, his therapist that came with
snuggles and decent sex (for being a girl).