Ryan Ross Imagines [✔️]

#8: Bruises and Contusions (requested)

this was requested by alana_younes

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*alana's pov*

      My school is so fucking shitty. The teachers don't give a shit and they let the students get away with whatever, kids doing drugs and smoking in the bathroom, people beating the shit out of other people, others are probably fucking in the janitors closet, and everything in between. That's I ended up in the position I'm in now; curled up in a ball, crying my eyes out, in the empty girls bathroom. I heard footsteps getting closer to me.

"Alana I got your text. I'm here, what's wrong?" My best friend, Ryan, asked before sitting down next to me.

He embraced me into a hug, "I- someone- shit," I stammered. "That Alexis bitch beat the shit out of me. I-I don't even know why," I cried, gripping the fabric of Ryan's t-shirt.

"Babe, it's gonna be ok, I'm here."

"What did you just call me?" I asked confusedly.

"Fuck, um," he murmured.

"It's ok. But can you take me home because I'm in pain?" I requested.

"Yeah," he answered before standing up. He helped me up and helped me walk to the office.

      Ryan drove me home and helped me get inside. My parents weren't home so he stayed with me.

"How come you called me 'babe' earlier?" I asked.

"Well, we've been friends for a long time and I've kinda had a crush on you for a while," he explained, his face turning red. "And all those times we platonically said 'I love you' to each other I always meant it a different way," he added and I blushed. Ryan's face inched closer and closer to mine before our lips gently met. My stomach was doing flips as our lips were together. I feel Ryan's hand on my back, holding me close to him. We detached our lips from one another's, almost breathless.

"I-I'm sorry," he said.

"Don't be," I smiled. "Sorry to ruin the moment but could you please get me an ice pack?" I asked.

"Of course I can," he smiled before getting up and going into the kitchen. He came back and handed me the ice pack before sitting next to me on the couch. I held the ice pack to my head and Ryan pulled me into his lap - which I liked better than the couch.

"Thank you, Ry."

"Anything for you, Alana."