Ken x Ryan pt.2

Tuesday morning

Beep.. beep.. beep.. beep..

I turn over and look at the alarm clock vibrating.

Beep.. beep.. beep.. beep..

Ugh.. I smack my hand on the button to stop it and grab my phone. The bright light in the dark room is not a good mix and I find myself squinting my eyes. I do not have any energy for this today.

I roll my way out of bed and put my warm slippers on. I go into the bright pink kitchen to get some coffee started and then he comes in.

Shirtless.

Ryan is standing in the kitchen shirtless.

Ryan is shirtless.

Did I mention that Ryan is shirtless?

If not; Ryan is shirtless.

I try to clear out my morning voice by making some pathetic croaking frog sounds and he looks over his lean back just to laugh a bit. "Soar throat?" he asks. I try to be chill "Yeah man, just one of those days". He hands me his coffee and begins to make another one for him, I thank him and suddenly the room falls silent. His luscious hair seemed as perfect as ever even though he had just woken up, this man just can't have a bad hair day. He turns around and I am trying to engage in some small talk, and I ask if he slept well. His reply is as basic as ever but who cares. At this point I'm just trying to focus on not looking down at his stomach, because there lies an amazingly toned six pack.

We begin to talk about the progress in the room while his coffee finishes. Today's plan is to paint the room (in Barbies orders) hot pink, matching the tiles. We are also going to build some furniture today while the room is drying between layers of paint. His coffee finishes and we plan a meetup in about 30 minutes by the door into room number two.

As I walk back to my bedroom, I can't seem to stop thinking about how kind he is, the way his dimples show when he chuckles at my silly mistakes... I must stop. I shake my head and slowly walk over to the sink in my bathroom. Lightly I slap the water onto my face and look up into the mirror. I look at myself and see a disappointment. I have to tell Barbie. Not only that I want to break up with the most perfect girl in the entire world and break her heart, but I also must tell her the reason. Or...I don't haaave too, but it is a bit odd to not tell my girlfriend for several years why I want to break up. Honestly, I'm not sure myself, I don't think I'm gay? I mean I have been dating barbie for years on years and she's a woman. Ugh all of these thoughts are messing with my brain. My phone goes off again.

Beep... beep...beep...beep...

It must be my backup alarm; I walk over to my phone and end the alarm.

That's it. I need to figure out these thoughts, so there I am. Sitting shirtless with my face dripping with water and Buzzfeed open. The big letters in a special font fills my screen "Am I gay quiz". I let out a big sigh and start answering the questions. The first one asks who I find attractive, and I mean you can find someone of the same gender attractive and still not be gay right? I mean some people just look good... Ryan pops into my head and I quickly shoo the thought away. I jump right back into the quiz and look at the alternatives. Same gender, opposite gender, both and unsure. My finger slowly glides towards the unsure option, and I come to realize that I quiz is maybe not the best way to figure out if I really like boys or not, but I continue. I answer the next questions carefully and its now time to figure out what my sexuality is. The bright rainbow flags on the side are making me stressed out, why wont it load? Why is it taking so long? I take a deep breath in and look down again.

"You are bisexual!"

The bright letters are blinding my eyes. Bisexual? What is that? I have never really looked into anything unique or different when it comes to my dating life, it's always been Barbie and it was always supposed to be Barbie. I quickly go into the search bar to figure out what this word means. I open oxford dictionary and look at the definition sexually or attracted to both men and women, or to more than one sex or gender. What? Is that even possible?

I get interrupted in my thoughts when I get a call.

Ryan is calling, I look at the clock hanging on my wall.

Oh no, I'm late!