Endlessly

“Why are you so snappy?” Ryan whisper-yelled at me Saturday morning when he came to visit me at the dorm. Samantha was still knocked out after her and Kyle’s night. She came home at around midnight already saying they went to downtown San Francisco for a concert.

I was being snappy at Ryan, because of obviously … Audrey. I sighed. “Nothing, it’s nothing,” I frowned, and turned my attention back to my laptop.

“No its not nothing,” he demanded, closing it, making me retract my hands away from getting bitten by the massive mouth.

“Nothing, really. Let me finish my essay. One more paragraph and we can leave,” I sighed, taking hold of his hand squeezing it lightly and smiled up at him to assure that everything was okay so he moved his hand away and went to lay down on my bed as I finished everything.

We went out for lunch having some French food, but everything was just so quiet and awkward. I felt like I was forgetting something. As we drove home, Ryan grabbed my hand. “You wanna go somewhere else?” he asked me. I raised an eyebrow at him. “Out of Palo Alto,” he told me. I just nodded and we drove out of the city and towards San Francisco.

Our ride was quiet. We didn’t know what to say. We’d just make comments about one thing or another but mostly quiet and blasting music. We then arrived at fisherman’s wharf where we both got out of the car and Ryan walked over to me wrapping his arms around me.

“Tell me what’s bothering you,” he said when we started our walk towards this stadium looking thing facing the water and the Golden Gate Bridge.

I sighed and pulled away from his grasp, walked over to the bench nearby and sat down. “I’m scared Ryan,” I told him, looking up since he was standing in front of me.

“I thought we talked about this already? I already told you. I’m just as scared to lose you as much as you’re scared to lose me. Maybe even more scared,” he said to me. “So, I think we’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“I know, but ugh; Audrey is taking quite the liking of you,” I told him.

“Who the fuck is Audrey?”

“Girl in your 7 am class. Red hair, mini skirt, sending flirty looks at you,” I listed out to him.

“Oh, that was her,” he nodded, as if he was considering. I looked at him and glared. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair and looked back right at me, his beautiful eyes burning into mine. He then took hold of my shoulders and began to speak. “Are you kidding Haze? You’re the only girl for me, and you know that,” he said kneeling on the ground in front of me and taking both my hands in his. “You do know that, right?” he asked me. I nodded slightly. “I hope you trust in me and have hope in me. I’m faithful to you and you only. Don’t ever doubt that.”

“I do, it’s just that….” I sighed. “She can do lots of things, Ry. I’ve seen her work her charm and magic and I’m scared that you might be her next victim,” I whispered.

“She won’t. Because you’re the only girl for me. I’ll love you endlessly, remember? It’s engraved on your skin. Don’t you ever forget it.”

“Endlessly,” I whispered back and gave him a tight hug.

“Are we clear now?” he asked me. I nodded and he gave me a light kiss, and slightly lingering until his phone rang, making me laugh at his current ringtone.

Girl will I stop loving you? Heck no!
Honestly I think you got me in a hex yo.
When I'm with you it's all perfecto

Ryan pulled out his phone and answered it. “Hello?... No prob ma. We’ll be there,” I heard him say. He then put his phone away and stood up. I raised an eyebrow at him. “Mom,” he told me.

“Your mom, or my mom?” I asked raising an eyebrow. Yeah, he called my mom, mom now too and vise versa. They said that we were gonna be connected family-wise either way, meaning with Ryan and I or Tristan and Stephanie. Plus, they’re basically sisters so it’s not awkward at all.

“Your mom,” he said.

My eyes widened. “Oh my fuck, I thought we were to have lunch with her?” Great, fucking great. During the past year and a half since my last presentation for the iPhone 5, my mom had been strict about being prompt and not being late to things. And when I am late, I get an earful.

“Yeah, but she had a meeting, and she said she’ll explain later,” he told me. I sighed in relief and nodded. We then proceeded to go meet up with my mom.



We walked into the Ritz-Carlton hotel’s restaurant, pushing my aviators off my eyes and taking in the luxurious feel of the place. Ryan’s arms were around my waist and for some reason, I felt very under dressed. I then realized that every time I walked into a fancy hotel such as this, I was always dressed up properly.

“You okay?” Ryan asked.

“Fine, but I’m kind of scared my mom would freak that I’m not in a Gucci dress that she approves of,” I frowned.

“You’re fine,” he assured me. “You look gorgeous,” he whispered in my ear, kissing my temples softly and pulling me towards the stand where the hostess was standing.

“Table? Or do you have a meeting?” she asked him, not looking up from her clipboard.

“Meeting with Macintosh,” I said to her.

“Name?” she said and looked up, seeing me. “I’m not supposed to let just anyone enter to see her,” she sneered.

“It’s either DeLuca or Dolciani,” Ryan said from behind me, hands on my hips and rubbing circles with his thumb on the small of my back - soothing me. She looked up at him and her eyes widened and she gulped.

“Jay Dolciani,” she muttered and looked down on her paper, she nodded and mumbled a ‘please follow me’. I looked up at him and he just shrugged. We were approaching the table that my mom was sitting coffee in and my grip on Ryan’s hand immediately tightened. He just squeezed my hand comfortingly and pulled out the chair for me.

“Ryan, Hazelyn,” my mom greeted with a smile. Then it faltered when she saw me. “What are you wearing Hazelyn?” she asked me.

“I forgot that we were going to meet up with you today,” I said to her.

She nodded. “I guess that is understandable, I didn’t send a reminder,” she said throwing Ryan a smile.

“So, what’s up ma?” Ryan asked, easing back on his chair. I can't believe he’s more comfortable around my mom than I am. I loved that about him.

“Well, since last year’s iPhone 5 did great, now we need to set up a meeting for the next generation,” she shot me a look. “Which Hazelyn designed,” she smiled at me.

“W-what?” I stuttered, wide-eyed.

“You left this at the mansion, and Tristan found it,” she said handing me over a familiar blue folder. I opened it and there it was the design that I had. “I got some people to figure it out and it works,” she said to me. “But now, I need you to make a proposal and present it at the meeting so we can release this immediately,” she told me.

“But ma, this is not for the world to know, it’s my design and its mine for a reason,” I frowned at her. “And I’m not a CEO mom nor am I an engineer. I’m a Music Management, Advertisement and Production major in college,” I sighed.

“I know, but if you want to keep this business going, you have to do this. For the company. For family,” she said to me.

“Fine, but why do I have to make the proposal?” I asked her. “Jeremy can do it.”

“Because you know this product better than anyone else, Jeremy said it was too complicated for him to work with,” she said leaning back on her chair.

“When is the meeting?”

“2 weeks.”

“Production?”

“The moment it gets approved”

“Release?”

“Hopefully in three months.”

“Meeting for release?”

“A month before we release it.”

“What does dad have to say about this?”

“Whatever you say,” she said sipping on her mug.

“I’ll have it done in a week,” I said to her.

“Good, now when’s the wedding?” she asked me.

“What are you talking about mom?” I frowned.

“I’m talking about wanting grandchildren,” she said to me.

“You’re asking the wrong people,” I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Wait, so Ryan didn’t propose yet…?,” she looked from me to Ryan, who was wide-eyed. “Just kidding, wanted to see how Ryan would react,” she smiled and laughed. Ryan eased back on his chair and wiped some sweat off his forehead, shaking his head and chuckling.

“God ma, you almost gave me a heart attack there,” he said.

And just like that, the air was cleared.



“Aaaa! Friday,” I smiled as I let myself crash on the couch in our dorm.

“What’s up?” Samantha asked sitting next to me.

“I’m done with my report and I get to spend time with my boyfriend,” I smiled dreamily.

She just laughed at me. I heard somebody knock on the door. “Speaking of boyfriends, mine wants to see you,” she said standing up and running for the door. She swung it open and Kyle immediately kissed her.

“Get a room,” I mumbled.

“This is a room.” Sam laughed.

“Hazelyn!” Kyle screamed and tackled me.

“I’m sore, don’t crush me,” I whined.

“But you’re so adorable, I need to crush you,” he pouted.

“Okay,” I smiled and he gave me a bone crushing teddy bear hug.

“I'm sorry I didn’t come sooner,” he pouted. “School’s crazy,” he sighed. “And so is your boyfriend,” he mumbled.

“How did my boyfriend get into this?” I chuckled sitting up.

“You didn’t know? I share a room with him,” he smirked.

“Awesome,” I nodded. “So, where is he?” I asked.

“He said he’ll be here in a few with important news,” he grinned. “For now, I’m going out with Sammy,” he smiled.

“Have fun guys,” I smiled and waved as they left.