bunny boys[ohmtoonz]

never the bride

He didn't think Ryan would take his words seriously.

He really didn't.

What is he supposed to do now? He walks back into his house feeling strangely empty. Luke walks upstairs to his room in a mindless daze of conflicted feelings and a sore ego. He sits on his bed.

Almost immediately after he turns and punches his pillow angrily. Why is he so pissed off?!

Oh, right, because Ryan basically rejected him. After all that, all the happy kisses and the looks and hugs and the kisses, he can't even say a simple "I think you're pretty cool" or "yeah, I like you too" or even "You're a great friend" and dear god does it piss him off. Even the friend zone would be better than this!

It takes him a second to realize it, but hot, angry tears are falling down his face. He wipes them off angrily and buries his face in his pillow like an upset teenage girl (or perhaps Bryce) would. He sniffles and forces a smile as Princess, the fat, lazy bastard, comes over to him and licks his hair gently in concern.

"At least you won't be a bitch to me," he whispers, letting her walk onto his back and settle down there. "Who needs Ryan, am I right?"

No response. Luke can't blame her. He kinda needs Ryan too.

Luke thinks. He has no idea where Jon is, but Bryce is always good at comforting people. He reaches over to his phone and picks it up with trembling hands (which makes him laugh, because he can't even remember the last time he's ever felt like this) as he calls Bryce.

Bryce, bless his soul, answers on the first ring. "Hello?"

Luke realizes now that he has no idea what to say. His pride tells him to hang up and pretend it was an accident. He's a badass at school, and yet he's hung up like a clingy boyfriend after a breakup. But the rest of him -mainly his heart- aches like no other, and it's the aching that finally makes him speak.

"Bryce.." Nothing else comes out. He knows he doesn't need to say anything else. The sadness in his voice is clear as day.

"Luke, oh gosh, what happened?"

Luke begins to speak, "Ryan... I told him, Bryce. I cracked. And..."

"Oh no... Luke..."

(Moments like these make him glad that he's not a total loner. He's very thankful for Jonathan forcing him to be friends.)

"I know," Luke croaks out, voice thick with emotion and held back tears. "I don't know anymore. I think I fucked up."

--

"I brought iced coffee, the caramel kind, french fries, a bag of catnip for Princess and some apple pie someone left at my house," Bryce says, sitting besides Luke. "You drink your coffee and tell me what happened.

Luke laughs weakly as he does what Bryce says and sips at the coffee, cold and sickly sweet. "He asked me what we were," he explains, "and I admitted to him that I don't know. I told him what I thought and shit and... I just... I guess I wasn't expecting him to just straight up shun me."

"Wait... you mean you like.. confessed to him, or..?" Bryce is fully intrigued, leaning closer to Luke to hear better.

Luke hesitates. "I... I guess I did," he says softly. "I don't know anymore Bryce. I wasn't thinking, I didn't even realize that I felt that- that much for him," he admits with a weary laugh, "But I do. I fucking love him and my dumb ass can't figure out why."

"That's not true," Bryce argues. "Just because you can't sort out your own feelings doesn't mean you're stupid. So you cut that out right now, okay? Maybe Ryan's just as confused as you are. Maybe... maybe he'll come around."