You Weren't Boring (Ryllon)

Chapter Five

edited 22-3-18

-Dallon-

"Do you think anyone lives here?" Ryan asks as we approach a very small, old house in the middle of the small forest.

"Well, considering the fact that it looks like it's falling apart, I doubt it," I say as I open the door.

"Shut up," he says. I just laugh lightly and see a lantern with some matches next to it on a table.

There is an old but big painting of a vase of roses on the wall, which gains Ryan's attention as I light the lantern.

"I love roses," he says. I set the lantern down on the table and stand next to him.

"When I was younger, I lived in this big yellow house surrounded by a huge field. It was me, my mom, and my dad. There were bushes of honeysuckle and red roses. Every week, my mom would ask me if I wanted to pick some roses to put inside. I would get all excited and say yes. She would laugh, cause sometimes I would run to the bushes while she is still getting some scissors to cut the stems." Ryan laughs at the memory. I smile slightly.

He seems to hesitate, but speaks anyways, "My mom loved the rain, because we would make some stew and put on a movie and the three of us would watch movies as we eat. She was always looking on the bright side of things. Always saying, 'Ryan, don't ever let anyone get you down. Many people are gonna try to rain on your fire. Don't ever let it die out'. She was a kind woman, sweet and gentle, always energetic about everything." Ryan smile fades.

"What happened?" I ask. He looks at me, confused.

"You said was," I point out.

"She got really sick one day and... well... She didn't make it..." he looks down quietly. He speaks again before I get a chance, "My dad started drinking after that. A lot. Then he lost his job and we were forced to move. We moved a lot, until we found a place here. He uh... isn't the best anymore," Ryan says, his voice breaking ever so slightly. My heart sinks.

"Y-Your dad... he... He hurts you, doesn't he?" I ask, trying my best not to break. I can't break. I have to be strong for Ryan.

Ryan nods hesitantly.

"Yeah..." he says, his voice breaking again. A tear falls from his face and to the ground and he pulls down his sleeves more, wiping his tears away. He looks up at me and I feel my heart shatter as I see how sad he is.

"I'm sorry..." Ryan apologizes, shaking his head and looking down, forcing a sad laugh.

"Why?"

"Because I made you hang out with my today." I step closer and place one hand on his waist, then lift his chin up with a finger.

"Ryan, don't be sorry. You showed me that not everything is boring. I had fun today and... when you asked me if I was okay, I lied. I realized something... I..."

Well, this is it. No going back now.

"What is it?" Ryan asks. I look him directly in the eyes.

"Ryan Ross..." I start. His eyes plead for me to continue.

Say it.

"I love you." My heart is beating so fast that I think he can hear it.

Ryan's eyes widen slightly. Just as I'm about to say something, Ryan places his hands on the sides of my jaw and leans in, pressing his lips against mine.

Spark.

Everything makes sense now. All of the sparks. Ryan makes me feel happy, sad, and jealous. And doesn't make me feel bored.

I place one arm around him and place the other hand on the side of his cheek. He eventually pulls away.

"I've wanted to do that ever since you helped me up two weeks ago," Ryan chuckles lightly. He is no longer crying. "Oh, and Dallon Weekes?" He asks.

"Yes?"

"I love you too."