Project Fuckboy (girlxgirl)

A moment

~GUYS over 500 READS I'm actually so fricking happy right now. Like my lord. Anyways, back to the story~

Hmmmm, Scarlete. I like that name. Has a certain character to it. After the little event at lunch I've been thinking about her gorgeous face all day. I don't think a girl's face should be taking up my thoughts like it is now, but whatever.

Hopefully Ryan will be awake when I visit him at the doctors today, because I seriously to need fill him in.

As soon as the last period bells ring I bolt out of this hell hole. Shit, my car. That would have been a smart idea. I look around trying to think of something.

Then I see a taxi roll by, and I literally jump at the idea. My legs run so fast towards the yellow transportation vehicle, and I nearly face plant in the dirt.

I almost miss the taxi by an inch, but I made it. The guy looked pretty pissed, because he nearly ran me over. I had the money, so he took me despite the fact he nearly accidentally caused manslaughter on my behalf.

The taxi pulled into the hospital parking lot, and I paid the dude and bid him farewell.

Ryan, here I come

As soon as I entered the hospital doors this overwhelming sense of dread draped over me like a quilt. Conclusions and anxiety was making its way through my mind.

Is Ryan still asleep?

Will he ever wake up?

How long will he be in the hospital?

A black streak of hair interrupted my conclusion jumping. Not because she was beautiful, although she was, but because it was Scarlete. The girl who's been overflowing my already clogged up mind. She clearly didn't notice me gawking at her, because she was gone as soon as she came.

I shake my head, ridding anymore distractions so I can see Ryan with a clear mind. My legs continued their trek to Ryan's hospital quarters, and I again passed a quarry of sorrowful beings. This time, I ignored them, so I wouldn't be tempted to cry again over Ryan's body. He'd be embarrassed for me and him, and he'd most likely hit me upside the head.

My roaming of the dull white doors came to a halt when I found Ryan's room number. The familiar nervous feeling comes once again, feeling like Deja vu. Shaking hand, shallow breathing, tears threatening to break free, fucking deja vu.

The door opens, and I step into the room, and Ryan's hazel eyes welcome me. His signature charming smile warms my aching heart, and I burst into tears.

Happy tears.

"Ryan! Oh my god, you're fucking awake. My lord, I've been consumed by guilt this whole fucking time. I'm so god damn happy you're alive. I mean awake." My mouth says, barely catching up with my brain, so my words come out tumbled and stuttered.

Ryan let's out a hearty laugh, but wincing in pain after a bit. I find myself by his side, hugging the life out of my best friend's body. Steady whispers come out of my busted mouth, I love you's, and I miss you's.

Hazel eyes suddenly roam my body and search my bare bruises. The feeling of being a bug under a microscope comes to mind, and I feel extremely vulnerable.

"Who the fuck did that to you? I know those bruises weren't there before. And the beating you got the other day does not reflect the bruises you have today." Ryan startles me with a demanding voice, his tone saying no bullshit. An exasperated sigh leaves my mouth, and I scratch my neck out of habit.

"It was my dad. My family came back from their fucking vacation. Unfortunately I was clad in boy attire, and nobody in my family really liked that. They all forced me to strip in front of them, but my perverted dad was the one who suggested that. I then ran off, because I did not want to expose my private areas to them, which warranted a relentless beating from dad" I explained, whilst trying to keep the pain from etching into my tone. But ultimately failing, miserably.

Ryan's face was progressively forming into a face I've never seen on him. A face I could only explain as hell itself. Just imagine the burning fire of the underworld mixed with the hatred of the devil himself.

I mean he's always been protective of me, and don't get me wrong he's been way past pissed off on my behalf. This is the first time I've seen him beyond just angry and pissed off, and it honestly scared me.

"That, little. If I wasn't strapped up to a fucking IV and crippled, your father has something coming, and not your mother. Also, you're only allowed to strip in front of me, best friend rules and all. You can't stay there either. You'll stay with me" Ryan finally speaks with gritted teeth and a clenched jaw.

"Already ahead of you there, babe. I have my clothes and stuff hidden in your room. And I was never aware of the 'you can only undress in front of your best friend' rule, but I'll keep it mind for when I get a significant other." I speak with a playful grin, and happiness laced into my pained tone.

Ryan finally gives a half hearted smile, but failing to cover up his anger. His beat up hands reaches up towards my face and caresses my cheek. His cold finger tracing my busted up lip. I shiver under his touch, scared at his reaction.

"Lift up your shirt" He shoots out another demanding statement.

My obedience is clear when I lift up my shirt without any objections. My stomach was covered in black and blue, and I know Ryan was not going to be happy about that.

Today was full of surprises, because Ryan started to cry. Never, in all the years I've known Ryan, he's never shed one tear. Not even when he got the shit beat out of him while I was at his house one time. That was a traumatizing day for both me and Ryan.

Ryan pulls me into his arms, tears shedding non-stop. And Before I knew it, I was crying too. Me and Ryan were sobbing and hiccuping like little babies. Snot was on my shirt, and snot was on Ryan's shirt.

After a few hours of us both crying a river, I end up in his bed laying on his shoulder.

"I love you, Ryan."

"I love you too"

"I think I might like girls"

"Babe, tell me something I don't know"
My eyes widened in surprise at Ryan's statement. My head looks up at his face, and he just gives me a smile.

His smile turns into laughter, and so does my confused expression.

We laugh

And laugh

And laugh

Until we both fall asleep with distant smiles on our faces. The first happy moment I've felt in 3 days.

*AN* how'd you feel about this little Ryan*Daniella moment, eh? I tried to make it extra gushy, and I'm glad you all are liking my book. Please VOTE and COMMENT your opinions.