What a Babe! (ryan ross)

♡ Coffee and Cuties ♡

{ time skip to monday }

I was awoken by the irritating sound of my alarm going off. I stretched my hand out of the warm blanket to turn it off. My hand found my phone and I swiped the stupid alarm away. I sat up in bed and checked the time. "Shit it's nine!" I cried, leaping out of bed and running to my closet. Frank walked in and I nearly knocked him out flat. 

"Jesus, what's going on in here?" Frank asked as he sipped his hot coffee. "Isleptinandimgonnabelateformydatewithryan OH MY GOD WHERE ARE MY JEANS FOR FUCKS SAKE!!" I raged, desperately searching for my one good pair of black jeans. "What?" Frank said. "My date with Ryan! I completely forgot and only remembered cos of my alarm, which I thought I set for 8 but APPARENTLY NOT." I ran to Frank and fell into his arms, nearly knocking his coffee over.

"Sylvan what is the matter with you?" Frank asked, setting down his drink and hugging me. "Ryan asked me out for coffee and baby I'm a mess!" I sobbed. Frank kissed the top of my head which made my stomach spin. "Syl it's okay. Anyways, I thought it wasn't a date." Frank said. "Well, yes but you know what I mean. Maybe I want it to be a date. I don't know okay." I replied as Frank kissed my head again. "I'm scared Frank. I've never been on a date with anyone before, and to go with a complete stranger is weird to me. What do I say? What am I supposed to wear? If I wear casual clothes he'll think I don't care. But if I wear something fancy he'll think I'm a tryhard. And if I wear something revealing he'll think I'm some sort of slut." I groaned.

"If he thinks those things, then leave. But he won't. Just wear something you want to wear. Not what he wants you to wear. Just be yourself. And if he doesn't like it, just remember that I always will." Frank reassured me. "What do you mean you akways will?" I asked. "Nothing. Just go out there and be yourself okay?" 

{ time skip to when Ryan picks Sylvan up }

I heard a knock on the door and raced to answer it. I waited a few seconds to not seem too eager before I opened the door to see Ryan smiling, holding a bouquet of flowers. "Hi, Ryan great to see you." I said hugging him. "Hello Sylvan. You look beautiful." Ryan replied, hugging me back. "Please, come in." 

Ryan and I sat on the couch next to each other, just chatting really, when Frank came in and sat down in between us, putting his arm over Ryan's shoulders. "Hey, you must be Ryan, right?" Ryan nodded wearily. "Um, Frank what are yo-" I asked but Frank shushed me. "Syl, please excuse us for a second." I nodded and got up and left the room. 

From the kitchen I could hear Frank talking, sounding kind of threatening. I was worried he was giving Ryan 'the talk'. A few minutes later Ryan came out looking flustered, brushing himself off. "Are you okay?" I asked him, rushing up to him. "Did Frank give you whole 'you break her heart, I break your knees' talk. Because if he did don't listen to him." I reached up to brush the hair out of Ryan's eyes, and I didn't realise how pretty his eyes were. Ryan placed his hand on my waist and the other on my cheeck. I leaned my face closer to his, when I heard someone clearing their throat.

"Piss off Frank!" I shouted at him, grabbing Ryan's hand and rushing out the door. "Make sure to practice safe sex when the feeling is right kiddos!" Frank called out as I slammed our apartment door shut. "Sorry about him. I tell him he should act his age, but he just pretends he can't remember how old he is and says 'what's my age again'." I explained. Ryan giggled and walked me to his car. 

Ryan opened the car door for me and I thanked him. He closed it after me and got in the driver's seat. He drove us to a nearby cafe we had decided on earlier. We got out of the car and Ryan took my hand. I felt my cheeks go red and my body started to heat up. I fanned myself with my hand and Ryan led me towards a table. We sat down and soon a waiter came over to take our order. 

We both order coffee and a small cheesecake to share. Ryan and I were talking about what we'd like to do with our future and our lives. "Well if you love music so much you should be a musician!" I told Ryan, who was fidgeting and blushing like mad. "No, I don't really have a talent or anything." He responded, rubbing his hands together anxiously. "C'mon, have you heard music these days? None of them have talent, mainly autotune." I said. 

Soon our coffees arrived, and Ryan ordered an espresso with almond, and I got an americano. Ryan and I ended up discussing our favourite coffees and drinks, then we started on our cheesecake, which was surprisingly good. After that we split the bill and we took a walk down the street, admiring the houses. It started lightly spitting, and Ryan pulled me in a little closer to his warm body. The rain slowly got heavier and we made a dash for the car. We got in soaked and out of breath, Ryan and I both laughing uncontrollably.

My hair was dripping everywhere and Ryan's was sticking out wildly. "Oh my gosh! You are drenched!" I exclamed. "Me!? What about you? Dripping all over me." Ryan cried back. We both laughed and looked each other in the eye. Something inside me went funny. It was like, a sort of fluttering. "Stop." I said, breaking the silence. "Stop what?" Ryan asked. "Stop making me fall in love with you." I admitted. Ryan sat there, shocked and speechless. 

"Can I kiss you?" Ryan blurted out after a couple seconds. "What!?" I cried. "You're just so beautiful. I've known you for less than a week, and I already want you for the rest of my life. Everything about you is just so wonderful, your smile, your hair, your eyes and your voice gives me butterflies. I just want to hold your hand forever, I want to be buried next to you. And I want to kiss you if only you'll let me." I swear to fucking god I stopped breathing. "Sylvan? Are you okay?" Ryan asked, suddenly worried. "I'm sorry if I said somrthing wrong." He said, sounding upset and alarmed. "You didn't do anything wrong." I reassured him, holding his cheek in my hand. 

After that don't fucking ask me what happened. I guess it kinda just happened. Like, our lips met, and they wouldn't part. Ryan's lips tasted like sweet berries and cheesecake. They were soft and gentle and I didn't want there to be a moment where they weren't mine to kiss. Finally we broke to take a breath. "Ryan." I gasped. "I, I don't know what to say."