The Year I Met Ryan (Editing)

Chapter 16: Now that the fun has gone...or has it?

CHAPTER 16: NOW THAT THE FUN HAS GONE...OR HAS IT?

The left side. No..the right side. The top? Stupid hair!  I threw my head back and let out a noise that sounded like a dying whale. For the time that I had known Ryan I hadn't been trying to impress him with my looks, but now that we told each other how we felt about one another, all of a sudden I found myself trying to impress him. It was an annoying habit I had formed over the past two days and I was supposed to go to Ryan's today to work on the project.

I sauntered over to my closet and scanned all my clothes, my mouth pursing, as if trying to decide. It was kind of hard to look cute in the snow. I knew that I had to wear warm clothes and that meant layers upon layers. By the time I was done getting dressed I was sure to look like an oompa loompa.

I figured that since I would be going to Ryan's house, the heater would be on so I decided against the millions of layers that would have been sure to kill me from the heat of which it would have provided me. I chose an outfit within the next ten minutes and made sure to grab my little hat that covered my ears. I put it on my head and grabbed the strings, smiling like a little girl. I then rushed over to the stairs, starting to run down. My foot missed a step and the next thing I knew I was clutching onto the banister  for dear life, and with the other hand I was clutching my shirt where my heart would be. The mini heart attack that you get when your foot doesn't make it to the next step safely always made me die a little inside.

It took me a few seconds to recover, but when I did I made sure to carefully go down the steps. It took me about ten years to make it down, but I did it all the same. My phone started vibrating and when I looked down I saw a call coming from Ryan.

"Yello?"

I heard laughter erupt from his end of the line. "Hey Beth. Nice jacket."

I quickly spun around looking for Ryan. He was nowhere to be seen. I walked over to the nearest windows and looked out of them, but didn't see anybody.

"Beth?"

I drew in my breath. "Yes?"

He chuckled softly. "I was joking."

I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see. He would do that.

"Let me know when you're on your way."

"I'll be leaving my house in like five to ten minutes." After that we both hung up and I sat down on a chair for a while to think about things. I didn't know how I was supposed to act when I went to Ryan's house. Was I supposed to hug him? Was I supposed to just shake his hand? Was I supposed to kiss him? What if he expected me to kiss him and then I went for a hug. Or what if he only expected a hug and I went in for a kiss? What if I made a fool out of myself? I let out a laugh, that wasn't really a laugh but a loud HA forced from my throat. How many times have I already made a fool out of myself in front of him?

I walked over to the kitchen where I found little packets of hot chocolate mix. As I quickly prepared everything and waited for the microwave to beep, I leaned my back into the counter once again deep in thought. We were on our winter break. Of course everything seemed okay at the moment. But what would happen when we went back to school? Would things be different? I sighed out loud, and tried to tell myself that whatever happened, happened. All I could do was enjoy the break we had.

The microwave beeped right that second and I grabbed the cup and carefully poured all of the contents into a mug. I put whipped cream over the hot chocolate and looked down at my phone. Almost five minutes had passed. I decided to start walking to his house. I grabbed my warm black gloves from the counter and then walked to the front door and slipped on my black snow boots. I stepped outside and saw little flecks of white still falling. The entire street was covered in white. White houses, white lawns. There was hardly anything visible other than the snow. The only reason that the streets weren't white was because someone had had to get rid of the snow that had covered the streets like a blanket. I started walking, stomping my feet very obviously into the snow.