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Tucker: Hey man, heard you were sick. Hope you feel better.
Matt Watson: Thank you, Ryan is gonna come over and make me some soup so I already feel better
Tucker: Is Ryan your mommy now?
Matt Watson: He is everyone's mommy. Including you
Tucker: u right
Tucker: I still have Super Mario Galaxy 64 that you let me borrow. Want me to drop it off?
Matt Watson: Yeah please. I need to play some video games to get my mind off of this awfulness
A couple minutes later Ryan shows up in my driveway, a can of soup in one hand and homework in the other.
"Hey cutie." He says to me getting out of the car.
I give him a hug and we go into my kitchen.
He takes a pan and puts it on the stove. He pours the soup in and sets the temperature.
"Are you feeling any better?" Ryan asks stirring the pot
"Yeah a little."
"Do you think you can make it to school tomorrow?"
"Maybe, I'm not sure."
Ryan looks up at me.
"I missed you today." He pulls my waist towards him
"We can't kiss, I could get you sick."
"Yeah maybe mouth to mouth."
He then starts kissing my neck. I can feel my face burn up. He starts to suck and bite on parts of my neck. I can feel the friction in my pants.
"Ryan."
He doesn't answer me.
I groan pretty loudly. Yikes.
Ryan continues when I hear something drop by the door. I turn to see Tucker, mouth open. He dropped the video game on the ground.
"Shit."
I push Ryan off of me.
"What the fuck" Tucker states
I don't know what to say. How would I explain this? I instead just keep looking at the ground.
Tucker starts laughing all of the sudden
"This makes sense now that I think about it."
"What is that suppose to mean?" Ryan asks
"I mean, it's so obvious the sexual tension between you too. Sprite can?"
"So are you dating?"
"I don't know. Kinda." Ryan says
I can feel Tucker looking at me while I continue to stare at the floor.
"Matt, it's okay. I don't care."
"Just don't tell anyone okay?"
I finally look up and Tucker nods.

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