We all have something we fear. That summer, I feared rejection. Now, I fear love.
But while I fear abstract things like that, Ryan's fears are much more physical.
Bugs. He was deathly afraid of bugs.
A wasp flew into the pool building one day while we were hanging out. He was sitting on the cooler he always sat on, leaning forward onto his palms. He observed a huge wasp fly inside and get stuck in our sliding window, before announcing its presence.
I asked him to kill it. He had watched it fly in and done nothing, it was his responsibility to take care of it.
Ryan almost had a conniption. We ended up having him spray it with water to paralyze it, and then I sprayed it with wasp killer to bring it to its death.
He told me we made a great team.
I agreed.
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He Is, He Isn't
RomanceThe first day I met him we established three things: our names, my intelligence, and his stupidity. Only one thing remains the same. My name is still Ellie, and his is still Ryan. _____ A poetic story of love, heartbreak and laughter, and all the e...
