Stories In Scars

The next morning, I awoke on a sofa with someone breathing down my neck. Where the hell was I? Oh, Ryan’s place. I must have fell asleep during the movie.

Oh, no. We just watched the movie, right? We didn’t do anything else, right? He wouldn’t take advantage of me, right? Right. Ryan would never do that. Never, ever.

I turned around and kissed him smack dab on the lips.

“Well, that was a nice wake up call,” he said in a sleepy voice.

I laughed, “I should hope so.”

For a while, we just laid there, synchronizing our breathing. Ryan eventually got up.

“Are you hungry, Grey?”

“Yeah, I guess. What food do you have?”

“Um... Nothing? I usually just go out somewhere to eat. I think I have some lasagna Spencer’s mom sent home with me though... All I keep here is coffee. But Brendon and I just usually meet at the sub shop down the street. Do you wanna go there?”

“Sounds good. I’m hungry.”

I brushed my teeth (Lucky for me, Ryan had an extra toothbrush), grabbed my bag, slipped on my Converse, and out the door we went.

“I’ll have The Pilgrim,” Ryan ordered. “What do you want Grey? My treat.”

“Um...,” I stammered, looking over the menu board, “I’ll get the Cali Beach, no turkey, no cheese, with extra avacado.”

We got our food, and sat down in a booth by the window. You could see everyone walking by and the cars soaring past.

“Ryan?”

“Mhm,” he answered, his mouth full.

“I know this may seem odd. Since we’ve only known each other three days now, but I feel like we have a relationship. Would it be okay if I called you my, uh, boyfriend?”

Ryan’s eyes lit up. “Only if I can call you my girlfriend. Deal?”

“Deal.”