You're Right That It's Wrong To Spend the Night Alone

"Ry, those look great."

"I think that's an orgasm in pants form," Gabe commented.

My jaw dropped, and I stared up at him, giggling.

He grinned. "Get 'em. They're on sale."

I laughed, going back into the dressing room and changing back into my other jeans.

When I came out, Will and Gabe were sitting on one of those seats where you try shoes on, making out.

I coughed.

They continued; I went unnoticed.

I sighed, leaning down and mumbling into Will's ear, "Get a room."

He squeaked, jumping away from Gabe guiltily.

I giggled.

"Ryan..." Gabe whined.

"Sorry, Gabes."

"No, you're not."

"Hmm...True..." I sat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing his cheek with a flourish. "Will you accept it now?"

"Hmm, I dunno..."

"What will make you accept it?"

"Ice cream," he replied immediately, and Will and I tried our hardest not to giggle.

Will leaned over and licked Gabe's lip.

"What was that for?" Gabe mumbled, swallowing his ice cream. "Not that I'm complaining."

"You had some on your lip."

Gabe grinned as Will ate more of his ice cream. Out of nowhere, he leaned over and pushed his tongue into Will's mouth, cupping his face.

"What was that for?" Will finally managed to get out, mocking him. "Not that I'm complaining."

"You had some on your tongue."

I finally went back to the bus that night, before the show.

I was just pulling on a clean shirt when I heard, "Ryan..."

I ignored him, finishing my shirt.

"I am sorry, you know..."

I sat down on the bunk, slipping my Vans on.

"Honestly, baby, I don't like him. It just happened-"

"Things don't 'just happen', okay, Bren? So shut the fuck up. Please and thank you."

His face dropped. "Ryan, honestly, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"But you did." I got up for the door.

"Ryan, wait."

And I'm not sure why, but I did.

"You know I love you, Ryan..." His deep brown eyes searched mine.

I licked my lips and said quite possibly the nastiest thing I'd ever said to anybody.

"Good for you."