I sat in the nearly empty restaurant, cracking the shell of the taco as I waited on Ryan. I checked the time again. 12:19A.M. I sighed, yearning for a smoke. Fuck Taco Bell and their No Smoking rules. I heard the bell above the door ding and turned my head to see Ryan walking towards me.
"You're late." I joked, popping a piece of the broken taco shell into my mouth.
"Barely." He laughed, sitting down in the booth across from me. "Why Taco Bell?"
"I was hungry." I mumbled, throwing another piece of broken taco shell into my mouth and chewing it up.
He laughed. "So, are you excited about playing Warped Tour for the first ti-"
"No." I said quickly. He gave me a confused look. "I-I've never played in front of a crowd, ever. I'm nervous."
"Really?" He asked, his eyes wide.
I nodded, feeling my face grow hot.
"You're dead."
"Gee, thanks!"
He laughed. "I'm kidding, Kayla. You'll do fine. Just pretend no one's watching you."
I pulled my jacket closer around me. It was really cold in here.
"Can we go somewhere else?" I asked, zipping up my jacket.
"Sure."
He stood up and walked towards the door, holding it open for me. I skipped out the door and stopped again, waiting for him.
"Where to?" He asked, lifting an eyebrow.
I thought for a second. "Ooh, let's go to the park!"
He chuckled. "Okay, the park it is. Get in." He tilted his head in the direction of his car and walked over to it, me close behind. I hopped inside. Ryan started the engine and turned on the heat. I sighed. It really wasn't that chilly outside, I just had a low tolerance for cold air.
When we got to the park, I threw open the door of the car and stood up, shutting the door and pulling my cigarettes out of my pocket, grabbing one, and lighting up.
"You smoke?" Ryan asked.
I nodded, taking a long drag off of the cancer stick and walking towards the swingset. I sat down in the lowest seat and pushed off the ground with my feet, holding my cigarette between my lips. Ryan stood in front of me, laughing everytime I stretched my foot out to kick him. My legs weren't long enough. I settled into a slow drifting motion in the swing, more focused on taking countless drags off my cigarette than actually swinging. As I threw the cancer stick onto the ground, Ryan ran up towards me, grabbing my waist and lifting me out of the swing, spinning me around.
"Ryan!" I shrieked, covering my eyes with my hands. "Put me down!"
My legs found their way around his waist, and I moved my hands from my eyes to grab the front of his shirt. He lowered me down so that I was eye level to him and started laughing.
"I'm afraid of heights, jackass." I mumbled, resting my chin on his shoulder.
"Really? Damn, I'm sorry, Kayla."
I laughed, pushing away from him and landing back on the ground. "Of course not really." I turned around and started running around the park, with Ryan on my heels. He was fast, but I was just a little faster. After a while, I got tired and plopped down on the ground, lying on my back, catching my breath. Ryan layed down next to me and started laughing.
"What's so funny?" I asked, giggling.
"I'm just having a really great time." He said, rolling over onto his stomach and looking at me. He leaned over, pushing a strand of hair out of my face. I subconsciously thanked him for moving it, I was too tired to reach up and do it myself. I forced myself to sit up, and so did he.
"So," He began. "Did you ever buy that Midol?"
"Ryan!" I pounced on him, jumping on his lap and forcing his back to collide with the ground. He laughed, rolling over and pinning me down the same way I'd done to him.
He sat up and pulled me onto his lap, interlocking his fingers together behind my back. He leaned his head up slightly, pressing his lips against mine.
Rule #3: Don't kiss ex-members.
I knew I should be pushing him away or something, but I didn't want to. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. I could feel him smiling against my lips as he moved one hand from behind my back and placed it gently on the nape of my neck, pulling me even closer to him. His tongue beat away at my lower lip, requesting access. I gave way, and his tongue bombed into my mouth, eating away at the inside of my cheek.
What the hell was I doing?
I finally pushed him away from me, standing up quickly. He jumped up and walked over to where I stood, grabbing for my hands but I refused, crossing my arms, not making eye contact with him.
"I'm sorry." He muttered.
I shook my head frantically and turned away, walking swiftly towards the street. I pulled out my phone and checked the time. 2:58A.M.
"Kayla!" I heard Ryan call from behind me, but I didn't turn or stop.
I continued walking down the street until I was back at home. I opened the unlocked door and tip toed quietly over the passed out boys. I walked stifly into my room and shut the door, not bothering to undress or anything. I climbed under my blanket, the lights still on, and layed there until I fell asleep.
