no strings attached || ryden

Prologe

i don't know what day it is but i'm sitting in a dingy cafe across from my best friend Spencer Smith. he's fidgeting nervously as he tries to find the words to say. he's looking everywhere except me. when he finally looks at me he's not actually looking at me, he's looking at a person he doesn't know anymore. he takes a deep breath choosing his words delicately, "what happened to you?"

ryan ross happened, he flipped my entire world upside down.

i take a sip of my coffee. "it's a long story."
he raises an eyebrow, curious to as if i'm going to continue.

"well abbreviate it."

i try hard not to laugh. a man with a brown mop of hair once told me abbreviated stories imply you don't care enough about the full story.

"i can't do that."

a puzzled look consumes his face, i can tell he's wondering if he should question me or drop the subject all together. after a few seconds he asks, "and why is that."

i look him directly in the eyes and state, "because he deserves better then an abbreviated story, he deserves a whole book written about his story. to tell an abbreviated version of the story would be an insult"

he carefully nods, he's been in love he understands what it's like. the only difference is he gets to spend the rest of his life with the person he loves.

"then tell the whole story, i have time."

i finish my coffee and shoot him a questioning glance for his approval to actually tell the full story. he doesn't understand the story he will hear is a tragic yet epic romance movie where in the end there is no happy ending, ryan might have got his but i sure as hell haven't.

"okay, it started in a bar."