Danny Devito Has a Nice Ass

21

I've been looking for Ryan for the past 20 minutes and I still can't find him. He's not answering my calls either. I'm starting to freak out. Where the fuck are you? I get exhausted of looking so I sit down by a bench. I put my head in my hands. I hear someone sit by me and I look up hoping it was Ryan.
"Hey dearie." And old lady says
I nod not wanting to talk.
"What's the matter?"
I appreciate this lady, but please fuck off.
I remain silent.
"It's girl problems isn't it? I can tell."
I laugh at word "girl."
"Did you get into a fight?"
I nod again.
She sighs.
"I'm sorry love. My husband and I use to get into fights when we were younger. No fighting isn't healthy, but so is fighting too much. You need a even balance." She pauses, "Do you want to talk about what happened?"
I hesitate. Do I really want to open up to a stranger? I mean what do I have to lose.
"We kissed, and we were both okay with it at that time, like really okay with it, but now they are super angry and won't even talk to me."
"Sounds like she's confused. I wouldn't take it personal hun. She needs to figure her stuff out before you go any further. And if she doesn't figure it out, it's her loss. Where is she?"
"I don't know. They ran off and I can't find them."
"Maybe you should look for her. Worst case scenario is she wants space but you should at least try."
I nod and thank her, getting up from the bench.
I go to the top floor with tons of windows where you can see everything below.There's a park to the right, and streets and buildings to the left. It's cool to look at. I see someone looking at the window. I get closer and sure enough it's Ryan. My heart stops.
"Hey." I say
He doesn't answer and I stand by him. I see some tears going down his face.
"Are you okay?"
No response again
"Ryan, I'm so sorry. I thought you wanted the kiss but you're a great person, and friend and I like you and I don't want this to ruin our friendsh-"
I get interrupted by Ryan kissing me. He pulls away and puts his head on my neck. I hug him tightly while he cries. There is no one else around. We stay there for a long time. I don't want to let go of him.
We eventually part ways. I'm confused but I don't think Ryan wants to discuss his feelings. He stopped crying and I hold his hand walking to the elevator. The elevator dings when we reach our floor and I let go of his hand.
"There you are. God, finally. I've been staring at this same painting for over 30 minutes."
"You know that you could look at other paintings right? I just wanted you to stay in this general area so we could find you."
Tucker crosses his arms and curses under his breath. We all laugh and I put my arm around Ryan walking out the museum.