I woke up the next morning with more eye crust. Stupid tears.
I sat up on the unfamiliar bunk and looked around. This time, all the bunks were full. Except there was one boy from the band who wasn't here.
I crawled out of the bed and stumbled around blindly in the dark before finally feeling a door knob. I swung open the door and saw Ryan Ross, covered in a blanket, sleeping on a couch. There was no laptop. No papers. No notebooks.
Like he wanted to sleep there.
I went back to the bunks and looked at the paper taped above the bunk I slept in.
Ryan Ross.
I pulled back in surprise. Ryan actually acted nice towards me and let me sleep in his bunk. How thoughtful.
I went back to where Ryan was and noticed that his blanket was on the floor. I walked over to him and picked it up and put it over him, then sat down on the edge of the couch. There was only one bruise, next to his eye, but you could barely see it. The more I looked, the more I realized why girls would call him cute.
But that doesn't make me like him.
Just because he's cute, doesn't mean he isn't a jerk.
Yeah, but he helped save me.
I sighed and just sat at the edge, staring at the rug on the floor. I was about to get up when I felt something grab my wrist. I looked down and noticed that Ryan was holding on to me.
I tugged my wrist, trying to get away, but he only pulled harder. I tried pulling away one more time, only to be pulled down completely by Ryan. I fell onto the couch and in one fast movement, I was lying down on the couch, my back facing Ryan, Ryan's arms around me.
Holy Sh*t!
"Ryan!" I hissed. I tried moving, but Ryan wasn't gonna let go anytime soon. "Ryan!" I called. He wasn't responding.
I've tried waking him up for the past hour, I think. Nothing's worked. And we haven't moved at all. This kid's pretty stronger than I thought. Oh well...might as well get comfortable.
"They look kind of cute together."
"Hurry! Get the camera!"
"Brendon, not so loud."
"Spencer, get the camera."
"Tell Jon to get the camera!"
"I'm not get-"
I opened my eyes. Once my eyesight started focusing, I started feeling a pair of warm arms hanging loosely around my waist. I looked up at a grinning Jon, Spencer, and Brendon.
"It's not what it looks like!" I blurted out.
Brendon rolled his eyes. "Riiiiigghhhhtt."
Fucking A! Ryan, you did it again. Welcome back to my mean side.
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