short crush / love stories

Ripley x Keith

"Ripley you are going to be my maid of honor!" my best friend Angelica said.

I was so excited. My best friend Angelica was getting married to her high school sweetheart Grant.

"Grant and I wanted to set you up with his best man! It would be make us so happy that both our best friends would be-"

"Who's the best man?" I comment, "You know I hate men, right."

"Keith."

"Ew what the heck. Why Keith?" I ask.

"What's wrong with Keith?"

"He'a so gross." I say.

"And?"

"He's a little bit out there," I say.

"And?" She asks, "He's in a band and he's gonna be an opener for a famous metal band."

"His music is too loud."

"He thinks you are beautiful."

I roll my eyes. "Of course he does. Who doesn't?" I smirk.

"You know how I feel about guys. The last time I was hurt by one I was never the same."

"He's gonna be at the wedding, next week," She says.

"So," I laugh.

"He's gonna try to talk to you."

I roll my eyes again. "Like normal men." I laugh.

......

Angelica was dancing with the Grant at the wedding party. The reception happened. I sat there in the distance. My parents would never let me get married at the age of 23, but they did. It was obvious they loved each other. Even as a teenager, Grant was a great boyfriend. When Angelica dated Grant, I went through it with guys trashing me. I always wanted that-

"Hey. You look really great tonight." Keith was at my table. "We were suppose to be at the same table."

I don't say anything.

"How have you been doing since highschool?"

This was awkward. "I'm a private teacher."

He chuckled. "You probably hate me then."

"Why exactly?" I ask.

"Metal band." He comments. "All my lyrics are about Satan you know."

"I hope you know Grant is Catholic," I roll my eyes.

"And he likes my music and is not uptight as you."

I scoff and look away.

"You were shy in high school. What happened?" He asked.

"Decided to grow out of it, I guess."

All of a sudden, I see a very attractive dude. He comes up to Keith.

"What's up, Keith?" He asks.

I immediately spiral. He's really attractive. It wasn't that Keith was attractive or not, he was mediocre. This guy was fucking attractive.

"Nothing much," Keith says, "About to get a couple of beers. Rip, you want some?"

"Nobody calls me Rip unless they are my parents."

He scoffs. "Okay, got it. The drinks?"

"I don't drink. It's very unholy."

"Is this your date?" The guy asks.

I don't hesitate. "No. Not at all."

"Rude," He rolls his eyes.

Angelica was dancing with Grant. I so want that.

"I'm so jealous." I whisper softly.

"Rip?"

"Why can't that be me?" I whisper.

"Ripley, you wanna dance?"

I roll my eyes. "Why not?"

We were dancing. It was fun. To forget about stuff. He was a good dancer too.

"Ripley?" He asks.

"I think the guys know. But I always thought you were beautiful in high school. I cant believe I'm dancing with you right now."

I sigh. "Keith—I've judged you really. A lot. You know I was always into Cris."

"Yeah and he was a fuck boy and womanizer," He said, "who treated you like shit."

"Atleast, he could fix my car." I sigh. "But he still managed to rape me."

I start to cry.

"Ripley,"

I'm crying in Keith's arms.

"I s-shouldn't be crying at my best friend's wedding..This is too much..." 

"Do you want to go outside?" He asks.

"Yes." I say