Lost in You

~Three~

The minute we got in the car, a familiar tune started playing.  

"You like All Time Low?" I asked curiously.  

He was driving down a curvy road and he glanced over at me. "You know them?" 

"Yea, I love them!" All Time Low was my favorite band, like, EVER. "I have almost all of their albums," I said proudly. 

"I have 'em all," he said with a smirk. I ignored his attitude and started singing along to the current song, Painting Flowers. Ryan look at me, at first surprised but then amazed. I wasn't the best singer, but I was pretty dang good. 

"Wow. You're really-" He was interrupted bye the sound of his phone ringing. He looked at the screen and answered it frantically. He didn't even say hello before I heard someone speaking on the other side.  

Something about Ryan's whole expression was off. After he clicked the phone off and slid it in the cup holder, he looked at me. I couldn't tell, but I thought his expression was saying "Did she just hear that?" I didn't want to push, so instead of asking what that was all about, I simply told him where to turn. 

When we turned into my VERY long driveway, he stopped right in front of my house and looked in awe. The rain had slowed to a shower, and the sun was beginning to come out. The bright rays of sunlight shined through the rain, over the thick green grass and tall oak trees. The water droplets on the leaves were glistening and you could almost see a rainbow that seemed to shine right over the large brick house with a white porch. 

"Wow. Your house is huge," Ryan said without even taking his eyes off of the scenery.  

"I know, it's not what i'm used to, but it's nice," I admitted. 

"Nice?! This is amazing! It would be a really pretty scenery for a picture to. Ya know, like to paint," he said rather awkwardly. 

"Yeah," I wasn't sure what to make of what he said. I almost thought that he was saying he wanted to paint it sometime. "If you want, you can come by and paint anytime."  

His eyes lit up with something special. They weren't the piercing, dark blue that I saw before. They were light, like the color of the sky. You could tell painting meant a lot to him, even if he wouldn't openly say it. 

"Really?! I mean, that would be cool. If it's alright," he looked down at at steering wheel and twiddled his thumbs. 

"Of course! Anytime is fine. Not like I have many friends around here." I know. That's sad. I've only made two friends. 

"How about tomorrow? Shawn will probably be passed out all day." 

I looked at him confused, "Huh?" Who is Shawn, and why would he be passed out all day? 

His eyes looked shocked, but only for an instant before he recovered. He turned his head sharply so I couldn't see his face. "Nobody. Thanks for the offer. I might come by tomorrow. I'll let you know in art."

"Ok. Bye." I quickly got out of the car, but not before I got a glimpse of his face. His eyes were no longer light and inviting. They were cold and dark. 

I walked into the house and joined my brother in the living room. He was lounging on the couch, and I sat on the recliner and put up my feet. 

"Hey, Sis! How was your first day?" Hunter asked. 

"Eh, it was ok, I guess. I made two new friends. I think.." 

"Hey, don't be so down! Two is good for your first day!" 

"Yeah, I guess you're right." 

"I know," he smiled and walked into the kitchen, no doubt to grab a can of Dr. Pepper.  

I went upstairs to my room and sat my book bag down next to my desk. Lying there on my desk was a picture of my best friend Camryn and I. My mom must have found it while she was unpacking. I looked at the picture of my with my dark brown hair and her with her beach blonde hair, my bright green eyes & her bright blue eyes, my tank top and shorts & her T-shirt and skirt. Our huge smiles. Man, I missed her.  

Camryn passed away in a car accident two years ago. I remember the worst day of my life was when I found out.

"Summer, can we see you down here for a moment please?" my mother calls from her bedroom. 

I take my headphones out of my ears curiously. She never calls me like this. I rush into the room, finding her and Camryn's mother, Tara, sitting on the bed. Tara's eyes are red and puffy. I know something's not right. "Is everything ok, Momma?" 

"Summer, sweetie, come sit down," she says patting the bed beside her. I do. "Camryn has been in an accident sweetie." 

That is it. My life is over.

A tear found it's way out of my eye and onto the frame. I don't bother wiping it off as I sit the picture on my bedside table. I wasn't even hungry for dinner anymore. I just laid on my bed, crying softly until I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

~*~*~

"Hey," Ryan said quietly as we entered the art room.

"Hi," I answered. We took our seats quietly, and I glanced up at the front board. Our assignment for today was to create an anime drawing our our self. Well this should be interesting...

For the next ten minutes Ryan worked diligently of his piece of art and offered no further conversation. I decided I should at least make an effort to talk to him. "So are you coming over this afternoon?" I asked, looking over at him.

I saw Ryan's muscles tighten instantly when I mentioned this afternoon. "No," he replied without even looking at me. Just like the first time we spoke.

I offered no further conversation while we were working on our drawings. It was obvious he didn't mind. At the end of class, however, we were told to pass our drawings to the person sitting on the inside of the row, which was me. I was glad that Ryan wouldn't see my terrible sketch. Luckily he hadn't been paying attention to my paper this whole time. I looked at him expectantly, then down at his paper which he gripped tightly.

"We have to pass them in now," I whispered quietly. I put only two fingers on the paper and tugged slightly, but not enough to rip it. Ryan looked at my hand on the paper then back up at me. He slowly loosened his grip on the paper and my breath caught in my throat at what I saw. I could feel Ryan's eyes watching me as I studied the paper in front of me. It was and anime drawing alright. There was a boy, but he was crying with an intense, pained look on his face. The assignment was to draw a self portrait. This boy definitely looked like Ryan.

I was knocked out of my phase by the sound of someone clearing their throat. "Your papers please, Summer," Mr. Adams said in an annoyed tone.

"Sorry, Mr. Adams," I mumbled, handing him the papers.

When the final bell rang, I turned towards Ryan as the other students left the classroom. He was fumbling with something in his bag, trying to avoid my gaze. "Ry-" I began quietly, but I was quickly cut off when he abruptly stood up and made a B-line for the door.

"Mr. Edwards!" Mr. Adams called quickly, just before Ryan reached the freedom he wanted so desperately. Ryan stopped in his tracks but did not turn around.

"Yes?" he answered with clenched teeth.

"May I speak to you for a moment?" Mr. Adams said calmly. I was sure it was about Ryan's portrait from today. Then, Mr. Adams looked at me, realizing I was the only one still in the room. "Have a nice afternoon, Summer," he said politely. I took this as my cue to leave.

"You too, Mr. Adams," I said, heading for the exit. I brushed past Ryan, without meeting his eyes, and exited the classroom.

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A/N: Dun dun dunnn! Hahaha What do you think happens next???? You can comment below what you think is going ot happen! I'd love to see your thoughts! Well i'm going to leave you in suspense until next wednesday! Plenty more coming! I promise ;)

How I imagine Ryan's drawing is to the right  >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>