I Need a Home Sweet Home, to Call My Own

I hugged Rena, and we went our separate ways. It really sucks not being able to see my best friend whenever I needed it. I started walking back to the bus, when someone grabbed me from behind. I screamed, and then realized it was Danny. I sighed, and hit him on the arm.
"You dick! You scared the hell out of me!!" I screamed.
He chuckled, and put his finger up to his lips, motioning to be quiet.
"What the fuck do you want then?" I asked.
He smiled. "Just a question." he stated.
I coughed. He was drunk. Great. Just fucking peachy.
"What?" I asked, while sighing again.
"Do you really like Ben?" He asked.
I nodded. "Yes, i do. Why?"
He shook his head. "Because, your lying." he commented.
I laughed. "Really? And How do you know that?" i asked.
"Because. I know you." He answered.
"Danny, seriously, fuck off. Your shitfaced." I said, turning around, and continuing to walk back to the bus.
"Ryan!" He called after me, grabbing my arm.
"Fuck. off." I commanded, jerking my arm out of his grasp.
"Talk to me. Please?" He pleaded.
I sighed, and finally gave in. "What do you want?" I asked, clearly annoyed.
"Ryaaaan" He drug out the 'A'.
"What?!" I asked. He was really pissing me off.
"I love you." He answered.
I smiled. "Nice try. Tell me when your sober." I turned back around, and continued walking towards the bus, once again.