Its Best If We Just Confess (Ryan Follese Fanfiction)

It's Best If We Just Confess - Chapter 11

I'm shutting everyone out; I've refuse to answer any calls or texts for the past week. My phone currently was sounding a steady stream of text beeps and signals. I sigh and continue to ignore it as best as I can, I don't dare try to turn the sound off because I may read one message... being rational I don't know why I'm afraid. But who says I'm being rational?

Just as I sunk into my couch there was a clamorous pound at the door, I knew right in my gut who it was and immediately became nervous and flustered. I skittered to the door, the insides of my abdomen seeming to twist tighter with every quick step. I place my hands as well as my forehead to the vibrantly painted red door, extending my feet upwards so I can see through the peek hole, I see him. 

Ryan. 

Unfortunately my women's intuition was working keenly today, why I thought that was unfortunate slightly puzzled me. But there he was, and through the fishbowl effect of the glass hole I could make out his appearance. Hair slightly disheveled and the appearance of dark circles around his eyes showed his distress, although I probably looked much worse... I'm close to puking at the sight of him, not from disgust... Although maybe it's disgust in myself. 

I don't open the door nor do I move from my spot pressed up against it either. He runs a hand through his hair and switches his weight from each foot periodically, "Madison, open up please!" he shouts pleadingly slightly startling me. 

But I don't plan on opening the door, or my mouth, or my heart. 

"Madison?" he tries again, gentler this time. 

But his third attempt is more serious and demanding "I know you're there, your car is parked for gods sake! I'm gonna have to use my key if you don't open the dang door!" 

I don't make any attempt to open the door although second thoughts definiatly occured I diminsihed them. I wasn't mentally prepared to face him. 

I can hear the mechanical insides of the lock sliding, how dare he.

It's my apartment, not his. He has no right to come in here without my permission!

"Ryan!" I growl angrily through the door, shoving my weight against it to keep him from opening it. 

Despite my obvious disagreement with his actions he proceeds with opening the door, now with complete knowledge I'm on the other side. As the key on his sides turns the lock on my side I quickly grasp it to keep it from turning all the way on its side.

"Madison, what's your problem?" He roared

"What's yours?"  I snap continuing to speak loud enough for the sound to penetrate through the wood. 

"Fine." he huffs. 

No other actions or sounds come from the flip side of my apartment, I peek out the fish bowled hole once again. He left. I breathe a sigh of relief...? I guess I could catergorize it as that. The breath empties out of me, and I realize how empty I am without him.

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Authors Note:

Im sorry this is so short :( I thought I'd post it anyways so here you go yay. 

Thank you all for still reading <3 Comments and votes are much appreciated! :D