The Date/How He Asks You Out/The Kiss - Ryan

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XXXX SADNESS AHEAD XXXX
     Lately you and Ryan have gotten close. Right now would be your fifteenth date, and yes you did keep track. You were laid down on a couch in Ryan's basement. His parents weren't home but they weren't ever. You began to worry that he didn't have any but the room with all their stuff pleaded otherwise.
      "Hey, Ryan?" You whispered.
  He turned his gaze away from the TV. He nodded for you to continue.
      "Can I ask you a question?" You asked.
      "You just did." He teased.
  You smiled and punched his shoulder.
       "F-fine. Ask another than." He said.
  You rolled your eyes and steadied yourself for what he would say.
        "Where are your parents?" You asked.
Wincing and waiting for tough impact.
         "Um. Well. They uh...well my mom works late at a diner. And my dad is probably out cheating on my mom or drunk at some bar...maybe both." He said with cold eyes.
    You looked at him with sympathy.
          "One more question, Ryan. Then I'll stop." You said.
     You knew that this wasn't easy for him.
          "W-why are there bruises all over your body?" You asked.
    A tear escaped your right eye and rolled down your face. He was so silent. He broke his stare and looked around the room. You knew who they were from. You knew that it was his father that beat him. You could tell.
           "C-can I ask you a question?" He stuttered, not looking in your eyes.
           "Yes. Of course." You said, crying more.
     He turned around and looked in your eyes. You took this moment to admire how beautiful his face is.
    Before you even knew what happened his pink delicious lips were on yours. He was shaking heavily and you felt his hot tears on your face. He held your face with his hands and then pulled back. He quickly wiped his eyes so you couldn't see his tears.
            "(Y/N)..." He whispered, barely audible, "Can you be mine?" He asked.
            "Of course." You smiled and wiped your tears from your face.

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FUCKING HELL
This made me cry so much. (T-T)  I'm sorry if I made you cry too. WHY MUST RYAN'S FATHER BE SUCH A PIECE IF SHIT, FUCKER, KNOB HEAD, BITCH, ASSHOLE, AND CUNT?

Sorry for the foul language but he really pisses me off. Oh Ryan... You poor, poor baby boy. Take care of him will you?

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