What My Best Friend Doesn't Know (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Two: Ryan

"Ryan wake up! I've heard your alarm going off for the last five minutes! You don't want to be late on your first day as a senior do you?" My mom calls up  the stairs. 

I groan and roll over putting my pillow over my head. I look at my clock and it says 7:30. I bolt out of my bed and run to the shower. I have to pick James up in 30 minutes!

I take a very quick shower, and put on a plain black shirt with white jeans and blue converse. I throw on a black snapback and grab my bag and keys and run downstairs. 

"I made breakfast!" My mom says. 

I check the clock. 7:45. James only lived 5 minutes away from me. I can eat. I sit down at the table and my mom places two eggs and some bacon in front of me. 

"Are you excited?" My mom asks sitting down next to me. 

"For what?" I ask taking a sip of orange juice. 

She laughs, "Your first day as a senior silly!" 

I finish the last egg and start on the bacon, "I mean, I guess so." 

"Are you trying out for football this year?" My mom asks. 

I shake my head, "You know that's not my style. I'll still be in soccer though. That's where I belong." 

She sighs, "Your dad wanted you to at least try out." 

"You talked to dad?" I ask excitedly putting my plate in the dishwasher. 

"Yes, I did. He's doing okay. They are about to go on another mission that he obviously can't tell us about. He said good luck on your first day, and he hopes you consider football instead of soccer this year." 

I sigh, "I'm sorry mom. You know I can't do that. I love dad, but really, I love soccer. I know the football coach served with dad a few years back, but the soccer field is where I belong. Not football." 

She smiled, "I know, honey." She looked at the time, "You better go pick James and his sister up. Have a good day." 

"Thanks mom. See you when I get home!" 

I grab my keys, book bag, and sunglasses and run out the door. I quickly drive to James's house and when I get there I honk the horn. James and his sister, Rosie walk out the door. Rosie gets in the back seat, and James climbs into the passenger side.

"I was getting worried," James said, "You were cutting it close. I thought I was going to have to drive us up there."

"Sorry. I was talking to my mom. She talked to my dad last night," I reply. 

"Oh my gosh!" Rosie says, "What did he say?" 

I pull out of their driveway and start driving to school, "He said he's about to go on another mission, and he probably won't be able to talk for a while. He told me to have a good day, and he's hoping I'm going to consider joining the football team this year." 

"Ew you? In football?" James says, "No way." 

"I don't want to have to cheer you and my brother on at the football games so I hope you're not considering actually joining," Rosie says. 

"No, I'm not joining," I say, "I belong in soccer as you both know." I pull into the school parking lot and park in the same place I have been parking since I could drive. We all get out of the car, and as we walk in James puts his arm around my shoulders. 

"Yes, we know mister all-star," James says, "You're amazing at soccer, so don't give that up for playing on the football team with your best friend." He smiles. 

I smirk at him, "Why would I want to play with you? You suck at football." 

He gasps, "I'm hurt! How dare you say I suck!" 

Rosie laughs, "You kind of do." 

He glares at her, "You shut your dirty mouth." He hisses. 

"Don't talk to your sister like that," I tell James as I hold the door open for them. 

"Yeah, James. Don't talk to me like that," Rosie says mockingly. 

He shoots her another glare as Rosie sees her friends and walks the opposite way as us. We walk to the table full of all of our friends, and they all get loud when they see us. 

"Look who the fuck it is!" Our friend, Lucas, shouts. 

"Where were you two all summer?" Madison asks us. 

"Well the whole month of June we were in California for vacation with our families. And the rest was spent helping Mr. Lockers at his construction sight. They were building onto the library." I said. 

"Oh a couple of working men now, huh?" Lucas says. 

James laughs, "Yeah, sure. What about you guys? What did you do?" 

Lucas starts talking about how he almost died while zip lining in Maui and I found myself not listening. For some reason I was staring at James as he laughed at the story. His white-blonde hair fell in his face every time he laughed, and his green eyes glistened as well. Today he was wearing a light blue shirt with white jeans, and black high tops. To be honest, he looked good. 

What the fuck am I thinking. I shake myself out of my trance, and continue to listen to Lucas's story. I catch James looking at me. 

"Are you okay?" He whispers. 

I nod. Why the hell was I thinking of my best friend like that??
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A/N
The image attached to this is sort of how I picture James looking.