(Pre- Panic!)
I traced my fingertips along the side of Ryan's jawline, staring deeply into his honey eyes.
Ryan's was ranting about this band that he was creating, temporarily named Pet Salamander. Which is a pretty dumb name if I say so myself. I giggled at the name of song he was writing named Lying is the Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off which is abnormally long in my opinion.
My fingers started tracing down his arm that started to feel.... bumpy? He jolted his arms back holding his arm close to his chest. I reached my arm out and gently picked up his arm, turning it around to reveal a gruesome sight. I brung my hand to my mouth in shock. Tears escaping from my eyes I managed to whisper shakily "Ryan, why?"
He cupped my face with his hands and whimpered "I'm so sorry, I'm not good enough for you and I never will be I'm just awful," at this point water streamed from his eyes. I look back on the past few months and realized that we were never a normal couple.
"We are damaged, pretty damaged but that does not make us one, let's be normal, see bad movies, sneak a beer and watch T.V. , we'll bake brownies and go bowling. Don't you want a life with me? Can we be a normal seventeen, if you would let me in, I know people hurt you, but let's just take a deep breath and go eat some chili fries, maybe prom night, we'd be dancing,"
Ryan looks down as tears rolls onto my thigh.
"Hey don't stop looking in my eyes, Can't we be Seventeen? I wanna be with you Ryan, I love you."
I hear Ryan whisper something that I'll never be able to forget,
" Yeah we're damaged, but your love's too good to loose, I'll stay if I'm what you choose." He whispered.
"You're what I choose."
(Guess who Mcfreaking updated)
