Ryan's P.O.V
I can't believe broke one of my rules, but I'm sure as hell not letting it happen again. I start tapping my thumbs against the steering wheel. "Ryan are you alright?" Asked Brent as we were driving to the studio.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?" I replied not looking away from the road.
"Just curious. You seem a little off today man. Come to think of it you've been off for the past couple of days." He said.
"No man I'm just peachy." I said smiling. I want to see her again. No I need to see her again. We finally pull up to the studio and decide to text her:
"Be ready by 9:30. We're still going on that date. Wear the clothes you use for your dance practice.
-R.T."
My phone vibrates and I check it:
"Once again, looking forward to it Mr. Tedder. Hope you don't cancel on me again. ;)"
Interesting. I text her back:
"Wouldn't dream of it. Now please let me do my job.
-R.T."
Brent and I go inside the studio and I hear Zach shouting, "Looks like somebody got laid last night huh Ryan?" The guys all turn to me in surprise.
"What?" I asked.
"So did you?" Asked Eddie
"Not me Brent." I said trying to take their eyes off me.
"Bullshit Ryan! You and I both know that Brent can't get a girl to save his life." Teased Eddie
"Hey!" Said Brent feeling offended throwing a water bottle at Eddie.
"But in all seriousness, did you get laid?" Asked Drew.
"Alright, drop the subject. Lets get to work. Shall we?" I said walking to my computer chair, switching on the the production software.
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Kim's P.O.V
"Where the fuck have you been? We were looking all over for you!" Shouted Jameira at me as I walked through the door of our apartment.
"Kimberly! Hello!!" She said practically shouting in my ear.
"I was out." I said feeling tired and sore.
"Just out? What the fuck is wrong with everyone was worried about you, especially Paul." She answered angrily.
I start getting mad. "Don't you mention that son of bitch to me!" I say snapping back at her. I stomp into my room with Jameira on my heels.
"Kim, what are you talking about? Paul was trying to protect you." She said as I plopped down on my bed.
"Protect me? Is that what you think? That son of a bitch tried to drug me and rape me!" I shout at her.
"Wait a minute, he what? How do you know?" She said feeling stunned.
"He tried to rape me and Ryan told me." I said burying my face in my hands.
"Ryan? The guy that flaked on you?" She said in astonishment.
I nod still my face in my hands.
"Why would you believe him?" She said starting to get angry.
"Why would he come looking for me Jameira hmmm? I know I just met him but I believe in what he said because Paul would be capable in doing something like that." I said.
"Oh honey are you alright?" She said hugging me and rubbing my back.
"Yeah I'm fine now." I said looking up at her.
"So, ummm where were you last night?" Asked Jameira.
Crap! I can't tell her that I spent the night at Ryan's house? Can I? I got it!
"I spent the night night at Amanda's house." I say thinking quickly.
"Oh alright. I'll let you rest then." She said happily.
As soon as she leaves, I feel my phone vibrate. I check my phone and see its a message from Ryan.
"Be ready by 9:30. We're still going on that date. Wear the clothes you use for your dance practice.
-R.T."
I smile at his message. I start thinking about earlier today and decide to text him back:
"Once again, looking forward to it Mr. Tedder. Hope you don't cancel on me again. ;)"
I lay back down in bed and decide to read "The Great Gatsby". I know it's a high school book but it speaks to me, talking about the American Dream and my dream is to be a dancer.
As I start reading, my phone goes off:
"Wouldn't dream of it. Now please let me do my job.
-R.T."
I laugh at his message and decide to take a nap
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Feel Again (A OneRepublic/ Ryan Tedder Fanfic)
FanfictionReading Discretion: Contains graphic Language and sexual content. So again read at your own risk Again I wanna give a big thanks to both @native_1r and @MissOneRepublic a.k.a August and Renee for the help. August for helping me out with the writers...