Abomination (Ryden)

Chapter 17

I don't think anything can be more awkward than dinner that night, and I am not overreacting.

First of all, my mom decides to spend the whole time asking us embarrassing questions like, how long we've been 'boyfriends', when our first kiss was, what was it like, and worse yet, 'Ryan, when did you realize you like boys?'.

Kill me right now.

Then, there's my dad, who spends the whole time staring at me and Ryan like we've both grown a second head or something equally astonishing, and you can so tell the only thing that's going through his head is, Oh my god, my son is fucking the Pastor's son. Oh my god, I'm going to hell now too. Then, after every few minutes, it's like he realizes he's staring because he'll look down at his plate, burn holes into his food with his eyes, pick at it a little then go back to staring at me and Ryan like we've grown another head. Repeat cycle.

After dinner's finally over, Ryan and I don't waste a second before we're dashing up the stairs and into my bedroom.

Then, we end up putting in Juno, but of course, we only get past like, the beginning credits (they're long I tell you) before we're making out, and miss like, the entire thing.

You know, not that I'm complaining or anything.

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The next morning I conveniently wake up to a morning wood, hot breath running down my neck, long legs intertwined messily with mine and Ryan's scrawny body pressed up against me... along with his own little problem he acquired throughout the night poking into my upper right thigh.

Oh, I can't even dream of a better way to wake up than to this.

Then without even thinking, I do the creeper thing, you know, staring down at him creepily while he sleeps with this awkward, huge grin on my face that I can't even contain. I'm sorry, but he's just freaking... ugh, just so gorgeous that I don't even have any words. Plus, I know there is no way I'd be able to get away with this if he was awake. Like, ever.

To be honest, I'm not really sure how long I lay there (and I don't think I really want to know either) before he's stirring beside me, and slowly, those amazing eyes of his reveal themselves.

He yawns, blinks a few times, then looks around with this confused look on his face for about a total of 1.2 seconds. Then, I guess once he realizes he is in fact at my house, both of us complete with a boner, he smiles, blushes and rubs his face into my shoulder.

And ugh, he even knows how to wake up beautifully.

"You were staring at me, weren't you?" he asks, voice muffled in the material of my shirt.

"Mhm..."

"Brendon! Oh my gosh," he cries, then pulls away from my shoulder only to cover his face with the palms of his hands seconds later. "I probably look like shit right now!"

I curl my finger around his, and slowly begin to try and pry his hands off his face. "Uh uh. That's impossible."

He finally lets me pull his hands off completely, and he stares up at me with this adorable, little pout on his face, his cheeks still a soft shade of pink.

I intertwine my fingers into his, lean forward and as my lips are just barely grazing his, he immediately snaps his head away. "Brendon!" He squeals, and tugs at his hands to most likely cover his face again, but I hold on tight. "I have morning breath!"

I laugh because, oh god, he has so much to learn (and okay, I've never seen something more adorable. This tells you something too, because I never think anything is adorable in the morning, ever). "So what? I do too. And anyways, morning breath kisses happen to be my very favorite, especially Ryan morning breath kisses." I press my face into the crook of his neck, and hum, "Mmmm..." into it.