Plush [18+]

Chapter Eight: Goodness!

~WILLOWS POV~

My mom stopped the car in front of my building.

"Bye mom, bye Pam." I got out of the car and went to the elevator.

"Bye Willow, and don't forget to meet Pam and J after school tomorrow to see your father." She sped off.

I walked into the building took he elevator up, and opened my door. Oh it was good to be home. I jumped on my couch and turned on TV, time for some Teen Mom. Amber is my favorite. Just then my buzzer went off, ugh I had to get up to see who it was.

"Who is it?" I yelled on the way there.

"It's Ryan."

I stood still for a moment, what I looked like a mess. I ran to the closest mirror and fixed my hair into a tight little bun.

"Hey you still there?" I yelled back.

"Uh yeah."

I ran to the door and opened up.

"Hi." I was shaking again.

"Hey, your house is really nice when the lights are on." He pointed out.

"Well welcome, and the enjoy the free Pringles on the table." I said making him laugh, at least this wasn't a complete atrocity.

"So um Willow, I've been thinking." Is he proposing to me?!? Yes, no, YES!!

I started grinning, it looked so awkward I couldn't help it. It was literally like my cheekbones possessed my face.

"What if I don't get another job? Things aren't to glamorous for me and my folks these days." He continued, my smiled vanished.

"It's going to be okay Ryan, growing up me and my family went through some tough times too." I tried my hardest to comfort him, well I didn't really need to try. It's one of those things you have to go through, I could understand it.

"I don't know, it's all going down hill." His voice only cracked a bit.

I put my hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes, we made direct eye contact with each other. I understood what was happening.

"It can always get better, look at us my family came from nothing to all of this. We had to go the the twenty five cent store for our food, we had to go as long as two years without new shoes!" I slid closer to him.

"But you don't understand my mom can't be some genius fashionista and go on to design these amazing things, my moms sick... it's terminal. I don't know what me and my brothers are going to do. She's all we've ever had, you know?" He tried to hold back his tears, I couldn't tell him to let it out, he had to address this issue himself.

I put my arms around him, I could hear him start crying. I looked in his eyes again.

"It's going to be okay Ryan, believe me." He got closer to me.

He continued looking dead at me, he started leaning in... fast he held my hands on the couch and pressed his lips against mine. It was like the the rapture, his soft bliss lips against mine. He pulled himself away.

"I'm sorry." He said looking down.

I turned him back in my direction, I continued where we had left off. He laid back on my couch, and felt up and down my back. I slid my hands up his shirt, and onto the rocky terrain known has his body. I lifted his shirt, I knew this was going way to fast and happening way too soon, but I couldn't stop myself. I thought I was a lesbian though, why was I doing this?

"Willow.... he didn't finish his sentence before my tongue cut him off.

I started unbuckling his belt when guess who came? Quin. She walked into the room interrupting everything. Ugh!

"What the absolute and total fuck?!" She looked puzzled, elated, and a bit jealous.

"Hi.." I said pulling myself out of his tight grip.

He looked at me and smiled, then pulled himself up to get a look at Quin. He wasn't quite as embarrassed as me. Probably cause he didn't have to see her for seven hours at a building full of socially awkward perverts..... yes I mean school.

"Well Willow I just came over to.. bye." She said turning away and running into the hallway of my loft.

Once she was gone I did really want to backtrack to that moment again. I looked down at him he smiled to me, I smiled back.