Its Best If We Just Confess (Ryan Follese Fanfiction)

It's Best If We Just Confess - Chapter 12

(Hey since I haven't updated in so long probably like none of you remember what this story is or has happened so basically Madison is Ryan's best friend and Madison got raped then HCR got signed for their first record and Madison kissed Ryan which complicates everything so yeah rEAD ON)

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Once Ryan left from my front door I slammed my back to it and slid to the ground, seeming as to be the best place to have a breakdown. Before I could even get to the floor drops sprung from my tear ducts and spilled over my cheeks in a flood of emotion. I cry like a hormonal teenager who got dumped by her boyfriend over text, yes, I cried that much. My eyes blink out tears and eventually I let them stay closed falling asleep on the hard and uncomfortable floor.

I don't sleep through the entire night, instead I wake up at about 10:30 P.M. only a few hours after I drifted off. My thoughts fill with self pity and cave with sorrow for my situation I got myself into. I need to pull myself together damn it. I try to think of positive things in my cruddy situation I got myself into but none seem to help my emotions at the moment.

Well, there’s always tea.

I cup water in the sink bringing it to splash on my face and slip through my fingers which oddly calms me. Wiping off dripped makeup, and pulling hair into a bun, I deem myself good enough to leave the building momentarily. I head over to my favorite local cafe' here in Nashville. Leisurely driving feeling the crisp Autumn air flow over me and brushing my bangs back. I pull into the dark Cafe' parking lot, tugging my jacket closer when I exit the car. A small bell sounds at the top of the door frame when I use my side to push it open. I take head to the counter and place an order for my favorite peppermint tea. I would make it at home, but its not the same as being here with the cozy atmosphere.

The coffee shop is rather crowded for a reason unknown to me. I pay for my tea and I turn around to see guitar cases, wooden stools, and a box drum strewn across the small stage and area around it. A man with dark black hair and plaid shirt is leaned over fixing a small amp chosen for the small venue. The sight leads me to the reason of the business at the vicinity on this Friday night. I seat myself at a small chair and table set placed next to a window, I interest myself in the swirling of honey and cream in my cup of tea, the three substances swirling together. It's a good distraction and slows my minds quick thought path.

A person clears their throat the sound vibrating through a microphone so I know the artist must be on stage now.

"How's everyone doing tonight?"

I. Know. That. Voice.

"I'm going to start off with a new song I recently wrote. About my best friend actually... I want to know what you guys think because we may put it on our debut album we started working on this week."

I was dangerously close to spitting my gulp of tea, or dropping the cup of it, or maybe crushing it with my hand... My mind quickly resolves the question on who’s on the stage as well as tugs on the thought that I should have known they were recording this week..

I stay in my position of staring at the steaming liquid. But eventually with a sense of foreboding I slowly turn my head to towards the stage placed a few inches about the normal ground level. His hairs changed, turned jet black which is a stark contrast to his pale skin and why I didn’t recognize him before. I get up from my seat as calmly as I can. They play here all the time; I should have known.

Although I do want to leave the crowded room, my curiosity wonders about the song he wrote, I know it was written for me. Or about me, but I prefer to stick with for me which sounds better in my head. I keep close to the wall to keep my profile low and sneak towards the back. There’s a row of people lining the outer area of seating and I stand behind them to keep hidden, peeking over the shoulder of a man slightly taller than me. I hear Ryan cough away from the microphone preparing his voice for the song, the the guitars and hallow drum start a more upbeat melody and soon Ryan's voice fills my head, a comforting difference from my rampant thoughts that constantly fill it.

"Well, I guess this is quite a mess that we are caught in

It's best if we just confess that we have fallen

And love is problematique when you feel

Like a fanatic of a person that you barely know

The trigger's been pulled, there's no use in running

So let's bite the bullet and take what we've got coming

Forget the contemplation situation's complicated

And I'm thinking we should let it roll

Let's take this wherever it goes and go

Places that nobody knows about

Anywhere I don't care, take me there

We'll take this where it goes

Okay, the way I feel is so surreal and heavy

On my mind all the time this thought is beating steady

Process is monotonous but baby it has gotten us

Everything we think we need

Our hearts they beat the same, there's no way to explain

Emotions when a sudden change causes you and me

It's ecstasy, you're next to me and gradually reality

Will soon begin to take control

Let's take this wherever it goes and go

Places that nobody knows about

Anywhere I don't care, take me there

We'll take this where it goes

We'll be

Strangers in this land

You and me

Together with no plan

Let's take this wherever it goes and go

Places that nobody knows about

Anywhere I don't care, take me there

We'll take this where it goes"

It's a love song. A love song with a complicated relationship twist, which I guess is exactly were Ryan and I were at right now. I thought I was in the clear and was gonna leave just then but his eyes went wide and he stuttered into the microphone "Uh- we- uh, we're gonna take a break and be right back" which earned confused looks from the other guys but the people in the shop found nothing strange.

I dart out the door and could see through the large glass windows Ryan darting off the stage quickly excusing himself through groups of people before fluidly pushing the door open. I wanted to see him and I needed to see him. I wasn’t going to get in my car and stare at him through the windows as I drove away so I quickly turned around to face him as he ran out to the center of the parking lot to meet me. He was breathing heavy and I dripped tears and we hugged. I'm convinced there was enough love in that hug to be equivalent to many kisses, and it was what I needed and he needed. We were what we both needed.

"You changed your hair." I said and he wiped the stray tear that dripped down my face as I smiled lightly.

"New album, new look," he said with a smile

"I missed seeing you, I'm sorry I did all that I did."

"It's okay and I forgive you. Although there’s one thing you don’t need to be sorry for"

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OKAY I'M SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING I'M MAKING TIME TO REGULARLY WRITE NOW AND I HOPE TO KEEP UPDATING THANK YOU FOR READING LOVE YA SORRY THIS IS IN CAPS AND HAS NO PUNCTUATION