AN: Hey guys, I got a bit bored laying in bed and decided to write chapter 10 :) And I decided to update again today because this story has officially hit over 800 reads and that means so much to me :) the fact that you guys are actually reading this means a lot to me and I just wanted to thank you all for reading, and I guess and update is how I'm thanking you haha. Its actually a bit longer than the others, so I hope you guys like it :)
Ali’s POV
Eventually I had relaxed and Ryan and I ate in silence. Once we were done eating, Ryan took the empty plates and cans down to the kitchen to throw them away while I put a movie on. When he got back, we cuddle up in my bed and just watched in silence for a while.
“Alison?” Ryan asked after about an hour.
“What is it Ryan?” I asked.
“If Jackie refuses to go to this awards show, will you go with me?” He asked.
“I’ll have to think about it. I don’t know if I want to be in the spot light like that.” I answered.
“Okay, I understand that.” He said.
We were silent again until the movie had ended. When the credits started rolling, I climbed out of the bed and walked over, grabbing another movie and putting it in the DVD player. I made my way back to my bed and cuddled up next to Ryan again. Then I got to thinking.
“Ryan?” I asked.
“Yeah?” He responded.
“Did Jackie really get the wrong idea, or is that just what you want her to believe?” I asked.
He looked down at me. He looked a bit surprised by my question. He cleared his throat before opening his mouth getting ready to speak but not saying anything. He closed his mouth and had a look that showed he was thinking.
“I don’t really know.” He finally answered.
“Did earlier actually mean anything to you?” I asked quietly.
“Of course it did Ali. Just because of this whole Jackie situation doesn’t mean I don’t like you.” He replied.
“You’re my brother’s best friend though.” I said.
“Yeah, I know. Ben isn’t happy about it I don’t think.” He said before running a hand through his hair.
“You do that a lot.” I said.
“What?” He asked.
“Whenever you’re stressed or something, you run your hands through your hair.” I stated.
“Oh, you noticed that.” He said as he did it again.
“Or nervous apparently.” I said laughing.
