RoomMates

Day 3 Of Their Vacation (Part four)

A/N: this is a little bit of a sadder chapter but I wrote it all in a single session and I have got to say I've never had such a finger workout in my life. This used to be like three thousand words long but I shortened it pretty well.

Eric gave me his number today and my friend is freaking out more than I am. He's texting me first. OH MY FUCKING GOD.

I Luv you little bunches of oats', and I hope you guys ENJOI!

Matt's Pov
After splitting up from the group, Matt wanted to go to some monument, and so I followed along.
     He looked around the place with a sparkle in his eyes, honestly if I could I would so kiss him right now.
      With his face lit up with excitement in his eyes and a smile from ear to ear. Who wouldn't want to kiss that?
      After he kissed me in my room  the day before we left, I had been seriously questioning my feelings for him.
      "Hey Ryan...while we're walking, can I talk to you about something?" "Matt. You know you can talk to me about anything... what is it?".
     I sighed, not at all wanting to bring this up, but letting my curiosity get the best of me.
     "Okay so. Lately I've been talking to this guy, he's really great and up until the other day I thought of him as my friend...but Ryan, the other day...he kissed me...and I liked it"

Ryan's Pov
My heart sank to the bottom of my chest as I heard the words come out of his mouth.
     I was right. He doesn't and never will reciprocate my feelings.
     I fought back the tears wanting to run down my cheeks, managing to joke "ooOooo" Before pausing to asses his situation like the best friend I am and forever will be.
      "Matt...if you have feelings for someone. Take the risk. You could be oblivious to them also having feelings for you".
     "but-" "There are no butts, only dicks. If you love them then you shouldn't make yourself suffer the anxiety and regret of ever or never telling them", I'm such a fucking hypocrite, not listening to my own advice.
      My eyes burned with the urge to cry. Im going to lose him to someone else all because of me being such a fucking Coward.
     "Thanks Ryan. It truly means a lot. But what I still don't know is when, where, nor how to tell him".
     I'm my brain I answer those three questions easily.
     When?: After I've told you mine. Where?: in your nightmares. How: by knocking him the fuck out.
      And Hopefully I'm not too much of a fucking coward to get to you first.
     You know what?. No. I am not going to be a coward. In fact, I am going to tell him before he can get to tell his friend.
      So I suggest "Christmas will be here in two weeks. That should be enough time to tell you what you feel. Why don't you invite them to the Christmas party and tell the lucky guy there?".
     "Thanks Ryan.That's a great idea". It truly is, now all I have to do is find out who this guy is and make sure the two of them are never alone.
      "So who's this dreamboat?" I ask, well. More like choke out.
      I was using all that I could to not cry, to just bottle up my emotions that I knew were going to bite me in the ass later today.
"Um..." "...Matt, I get it if you feel uncomfortable with me knowing. I don't need to know. Just know that I will always be here for you".
     He went awkwardly silent, not making me feel any better than I started before finally responding.
    "again...thanks Ryan. It really means a lot. I'm so glad I could have you as a friend".
Yeah...me too. Maybe not so much right now, but me too.

Ending that awkward conversation we arrive at the monument.
There's a rumor that states if you come here with someone and sit on the stone you will forever be happy around that person.
     And even though I think I already am, I decided I might as well while I'm here with nothing to do.
     Seeing the glint in matt's eyes, the bright sparkle that irradiates him. Thinking 'That. That one boy, is the one I love.'
     He is my up, down, left and left, cause God knows I have two left feet [FIGURETIVELY].
    And if anything, after Daniel had died, he was my angel.
     I am not losing him to some 'friend'. I am his fucking best friend.
Now all I got to do is make sure he's only with me during the Christmas party.
Well, that and find out who this 'guy' is.

Afterwards, we went to find the others. I need to fucking rant my problems to someone and Mark needs to know.
Once I figured out that I loved Matt, I went straight to Mark. [well more like gay to Mark amirite?...no?, too soon?].
Surprisingly, he wasn't as bad at giving me advice as I thought he would be: instead he actually helped.
I was ready to curl up and die in a hole, so I went to find the others with Matt by my side. Thankfully I had brought my sunglasses with me. Otherwise he would've seen my teary-ass eyes.