"Guess what?"
Ryan Ross, my best friend since eighth grade sat down in the seat behind me in our first class of the day, freshman year of college. He was holding a book in his hand when I turned around to see him smiling at me. I smiled back, delighted to see him so perked. "What is that?" I asked, pointing to the book.
"It's called 'Invisible Monsters'. I found it lying on a chair in the library. It's pretty good." He was excited about it, but not the kind of excitement you'd think. He was calm on the outside. You'd have to go inside his mind to know how he really felt. "You have to get a copy."
I took the book from his hands, studied the cover, and read the back.
"I'll give it a try. It sounds awesome."
I turned back around in my seat to face the front. Class wasn't going to start for another 5 minutes.
Ryan was always telling me about new books he found. Whatever he read I read and vice versa. He was always the only one I talked to. I had close girl friends, but it was usually just us. We were always close since we met. I remembered in eighth grade when we first spoke. I was new to the middle school and had no friends. I was originally from Pennsylvania, but we moved for my dad's business. He got an offer that you had to be stupid to refuse. I wasn't all that upset about moving to the other side of the country. I wasn't really leaving anyone I cared about at my old school. And I knew Nevada would be an adventure for me.
Well, I was right when I said it would be an adventure. As soon as I walked into that school, I knew something seemed off. Back at my old school, there was a huge variety of people. You know, the emotionally unbalanced, the overweights, the populars, the ones who wore too much eyeliner in attempt to look goth... You name it, we had it. Here, almost all the guys had muscles, and the girls looked totally designer. It was like every one of them had their personal everything: makeup specialist, clothing designer, hair dresser... Some of the girls even had body jobs in which looked totally fake considering I knew how old they really were. Oh, and aside from the clothes, everyone was tan. I was so, so pale. I stuck out even more. All the estrogen-filled preppy girls shot me glares if I stepped even close to their lunch tables. They all wore fashionable yet slutty clothes that showed too much of their underdeveloped bodies. I wore light eyeliner, skinny jeans, and a maroon sweatshirt with my blond hair straighened, hiding some of my face.
I ended up sitting at the very end of a long table that was well deserted, except for a brown haired boy with a My Chemical Romance shirt on. Someone who had taste. I found myself relieved that he wasn't just a clone of every other guy in the lunch room. He had short-lengthed hair, the kind that wasn't a buzz cut or a full on swoop. It was the kind that was manageable. Like you could style some of it to make a mohawk while still having the rest of the hair down. I sat down in the seat across from him. He had headphones on and didn't notice me until my books hit the table. He looked up at me with brown eyes, meeting my blue eyes. We held a gaze for a few seconds. I used those few seconds to study his face. He looked so innocent. Like a young child who's mind hadn't been corrupted yet. He was also cute. He was physically pretty attractive: his bangs covered his one eye just right, his eyes were a perfect brown. He was shy I could see, because it took him a few moments to respond to my 'hello'. He smiled back and returned my greeting.
"Hey, who's she?"
A guy with moderately curly brown hair forced my books away and plunked down his lunch tray right next to me. He was really close to me. I guess just to annoy me or make me leave. Two other guys sat down with trays simultaneously. The one who sat real close on the other side of me had longer brown swoopy hair, and the one who sat next to Ryan had shorter brown hair with a red tint to it.
They all looked at me. I must have been the only girl to ever come near these kids. Ever. I saw Ryan's face get a little red. The curly kid spoke again.
"Well? Who are you?"
"Alyssa." I turned and looked strait at him. I found that his face had been really close to mine. I moved away from him a little only to bump into the other brown haired kid. I turned and faced him. He wasn't as close to me. His face showed the expression that he didn't even care if I bumped into him.
"Okay Alyssa, well it was nice meeting you," the curly kid smiled weirdly and gave a girly, exaggerated wave. He still smiled like a goof while he rudely shooed me away. Well then.
I remember grabbing my books and lunch and leaving to find another corner when I heard a voice behind me. "Joey she can stay."
I stopped and turned my head to see if they were really talking about me. Curly kid, or 'Joey', stared at Ryan.
"What?" Joey gave him the 'are you crazy' look.
"I told her she could stay."
I saw Ryan's face get a little redder as Joey smiled and nodded. "Ohhh okay, Ryan."
I looked into Ryan's eyes and gave a silent 'thanks'. I sat back down cautiously. I looked at Ryan. His cheeks were still red. Aw, how innocently cute.
"I'm Joey, as you probably know. And that's Spencer, and that's Brent." He first pointed to the reddish haired boy next to Ryan and then to the brown swoopy haired one next to me. I smiled a greeting to all of them as they kindly smiled back. "And then your Romeo across from you is Ryan."
Ryan shot a glare in Joey's direction, his face still very red while Joey laughed in hysterics. Ryan looked at me for about a half a second before he hid his face again. I was still looking at him. I knew I'd be at this table for a good while.
Coming back to the present time, I felt Ryan's head come close behind mine. He whispered into my ear.
"Hey, you want to-"
He was interrupted when Jake, the most well-known guy by every girl on campus, plunked down in the seat next to me and threw his backpack on the floor.
"Hey, Lizzie is it?" Jake asked, combing back his short brown bangs with his fingers and looking straight at me.
"No, it's-"
"Her name is Alyssa."
I turned my head slightly in surprise to Ryan finishing my sentene for me. Jake gave him a weird look.
"Whoa, come on. Let the lady answer for herself."
Ryan sat back in his chair slowly. I could tell he was watching Jake intently.
"So, ah, what do you say you and I grab some lunch after class, and ah, I walk with you to Psychology?"
I've never had any social connections with Jake, and I didn't really like him all that much. But, I shouldn't judge, and he was making an attempt at being nice to me.
"Sure," I said, and I heard Ryan shift in his seat irritably. Was he angry that I was going to lunch with another guy? Or even jealous?
"Cool," smiled Jake.
He turned to the front of the room and class began.

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Sweetie You Had Me
FanfictionI've always liked Ryan Ross since we were kids, but I never imagined what would happen if we ever became more than friends... This is my life with Ryan Ross and how a friendship, which was pretty intimate to begin with, became even more.