It Was ME, Myself and I, 'till then He Came

Lyn's POV

"Have you forgiven me now or what?"

I evaded the wet kiss.

"Do that, and I will never forgive you." I glared.

"Ow, I think someone's having their period." He teased.

"God. How many cheap drinks have you drunk, Ross?" I asked in a grossed-out manner.

"This is my tenth." He grinned.

I felt bad for him. He only gets drunk when he's super depressed.
No. Don't you go weak.

"Stop drinking." I sighed.

"Really now. If I can't have you, at least let me have this." He drunkenly said.

I couldn't take it anymore.

"Kendra, I'm going to check the guys out." I got up from my seat.

"Okay then." She smiled.

"Go up after an hour, seriously. I don't want you getting drunk too." I said with an edge in my voice.

"Very well." She said.

"Leaving too soon?" Ryan grabbed my hand.

There goes that touch again.
Darn him.

"Yea." I said as I tried to pull my hand away from his.

"Oh come on, stay for a while longer." He pouted.

"Fine." I muttered as I sat again.

I was too soft.
Darn it.

"Good." He grinned as he slid his arm around my waist.

This is just disgusting.
Seriously.

I tried removing his hand but his tight grip was stronger than mine.
He's strong for a skinny guy.

"What now, tard?" I rolled my eyes.

"Thanks for the cookies the other day. I loved them." He slurred.

"Don't lie to me, I know you threw those things away." I snorted.

"No I didn't. You're calling me a liar?" He slurred more.

"It's not that I'm saying that you never lied to me." I shot back.

"Why the hell should I lie to you?"

He suddenly went to the side and landed on my lap. The poor bastard's too drunk to stay awake.

"Get the fuck off me, Ross!" I shouted.

He didn't wake up.

"Brendon, could you carry him up to your bunk, please?" I begged.

"Sure." He said as he pecked Kendra on the lips.

Isn't this swell, the guys were making out with their girls. Except for my brother. Ow.

"Get up, Ross." He demanded.

Ryan just laid there.

"Fine." He said as he carried his best friend.

I followed the both of them up to their cottage suites since they were both drunk.

"There." Brendon said as he dropped Ryan on the bed.

"I'll be at the bar if you need me." He turned his back and headed to the door.

"Most likely." I mumbled.

I stared at Ryan's sleeping form for a moment then headed to the door as well. Though,

"We just got here." Ryan grabbed my hand.

Now this is just creepy.
He was sleeping for Pete's sake!

"I need to go, Ross. Now go back and take your beauty sleep you little bi." I beamed.

"What the hell's your problem? I said I was sorry. Can't you just stop with your prudish little acts you bitch?" He said in a high tone.

Oh no he didn't.

"Don't you call me a bitch you bastard." I answered back. "And I am not being prudish." I said as I pulled my arm.

His grip was too tight it left red marks on my arm.

"Why can't you just accept my apology?!" He yelled.

I stopped on my tracks.

"I told you I'd forgive you if you give me time, Ryan! Can't you freaking wait?" I shouted back.

"When then? Next month? Next year? Fuck, I'll wait for an eternity. Is that your point?!"

The quarreling wouldn't end.

I stomped off, crying my eyes out for God knows how long it would last. Is this a curse of some sort?