What's-His-Name

I sit on the sofa wating for ryan. He has’nt been here since … well for a long time.
The doorbell rings. I jump out of my skin in shock. I breath slowly then I open the door.
‘Hi’ I say trying to sound compoused
his face lights up.
‘Hey brendon’
‘D’ywannacomein’ I garbble
he looks confused
‘do you want to come In , I mean if you don’t wanna it’s fine but I thought..’ I trail off.
‘yea’ he says

he walks in and looks around the open plan living area.
‘nice deco’ he says caulsualy.
‘yea, you chose it’
he looks taken aback.
‘we LIVED together?’ he asks
‘umm for a while’ I lie
I don’t call two and a half years a while.
‘well I had a good taste’ he says finaly.

I gesture him over to the sofa and he sits down , I sit next to him.
I feel tension in the air, sexual tension?
‘so tell he about your self’ ryan says ‘you proberbly know loads about me but ,umm I forgot’
‘okay my names brendon urie I’m twenty four years old , I live alone And I used to have a pet cat’
‘I didn’t mean like that..’ he syas
‘I know’ I giggle
‘are you single?’ he asks.
I nod.
‘you?’
‘yea I mean who would want to go out with some one who can only remember the last three years of their life’
‘I would’ I wisper

he smiles and leans his head on my shoulder.
‘I knew you were special when I first saw you’
I smile at him I feel properly happy for the fist time in ages.
he leans his head up to mine and closes his eyes. This is the moment I’ve been wating for years. I tilt my head down to him. Our lips brush against each others.
Then his phone rings.
‘FUCk’ he exclaims.
He looks at the caller ID , mom.
He glares at the phone , but I know he wants to answer it.
‘lie’ I wisper ‘please’