Chapter Five

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So, waking up cuddled with Ryan has got to be the best thing ever. I mean, he always sleeps in the bed with me when he stays over, but it's different now. We kissed. And I just want him. I want him to be mine. And I know that they always say friends should never date, because if things don't work out, it'll never be the same again. But Ryan and I need each other too much to ever let anything ruin our friendship. We can get past anything. As I'm thinking about how to ask him what we are now, I feel him stirring beside me. His face is buried in my neck and his arm is wrapped around my stomach, and my left arm is around him. He lifts his head up and smiles at me shyly. He stretches, then gets off the bed and goes over to my dresser to open the drawer he keeps some of his clothes in, (seriously, that's how often he stays over) and then he bounces into the bathroom that's attached to my room.

            I look at the clock, and it's still twenty minutes before I usually get up, so I just stay in bed. A few minutes later, the bathroom door opens and before I can even look up, Ryan jumps on top of me, straddling me, and kisses me. I make a surprised sound and he laughs and pulls away. "I didn't want to kiss you with morning breath," he murmurs, smiling.

            "Oh God, so you decided to kiss me while I have morning breath?" I say, horrified. He giggles a little.

            "You're fine, don't worry." Before I can protest, he's kissing me again, desperately. I don't even know if I'm doing it right, because last night when he kissed me was my first kiss, and I have no idea what I'm doing. Not that I have anything to compare him to, but Ryan is seriously an amazing kisser, and he's only ever kissed that one guy once. He must just be naturally good at it. He brings his hand up to my cheek as he pulls away.

            "So...you do like me, right? You have feelings for me?" I just stare at him, because really? I'm kissing him, aren't I?

            "Well, obviously. I wouldn't be kissing you if I didn't, silly," I murmur as I play with his hair. He smiles and leans down to kiss me again.

            "I love kissing you. I always wondered what it would be like, and it's pretty awesome," he says. "I've always loved your lips; they're perfect. And you're a really good kisser too." He's starting to sound extremely seductive, and now he's biting his lip. Well, that's just about the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my entire life.

            "I love it when you bite your lip when you're nervous. It's so cute," I tell him, and he blushes.

            He leans down and starts kissing my neck softly, making his way up until he reaches my face. "I just wanna be with you, Brendon. You just make me so fucking happy. I'm always happy with you. You don't even have to do anything, just looking at you makes me smile. You're just...you're perfect, and I just want you to be all mine." Is he saying what I think he's saying?

            "Ryan Ross, are you asking me to be your boyfriend?" I ask playfully as I snake my hand that isn't in his hair around his waist. He seems to be thinking about it, but then he looks and me shyly and nods.

            "Well," I sigh dramatically and pretend to be seriously giving it thought. "Only if it means we get to make out and holds hands all the time now," I finally say.

            He beams at me. "Definitely. So...what about school? Are we going to have to keep it a secret?" His smile falters a little as he says it.

            I frown. "No, of course not. I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks. Plus, I want to show you off." I wink at him and grin. He seems to be happy with that answer, and this time I'm the one who leans up to kiss him. He makes a humming sound in content, and I let both my hands rest on his hips. Finally, I can touch them, because they're mine now. "Love your hips...so damn sexy," I murmur against his lips. He smiles.

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