Screw Off, Ross |A Ryan Ross Fanfic|

7 Minutes In Heaven (Atavan Halen)

Listen to the song for this chapter because it gets the mood of the chapter perfectly!

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We walked inside and I got the same smell I had when I first entered Ryan's house Monday morning. Alcohol. It was more prominent in here than it was at his house though, he gave me a look as he noticed my nausea.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" He asked rubbing my back.

"Yeah I'm fine." I lied and grabbed a cup of vodka from a table nearby.

"What are you doing?" He asked, watching as I prepared to down the liquid.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want one?" I reached a cup out to him.

"No thank you, I'll grab a water." He made an "X" motion with his hands and I gave him a bottle of water.

"Cheers!" I yelled happily.

"Cheers." His voice was soft.

We each took a drink of our beverages, I downed mine in one gulp and it gave an impression of fire igniting down my throat. Then boom, when it exploded in my stomach, warming my insides. I got another cup of it and the second drink was better than the first.

"(Y/N), please slow down. I don't want you to get drunk." Concern was evident in his voice.

"I'm fine." My voice had already begun to slur.

"You sound drunk, and you've only had two drinks. Maybe this was a bad idea." He held onto me before I could fall, I swayed horribly.

"I'm fine, Ryro." I stared into his chocolatey eyes and felt myself melt.

"No you're not, come on, we're going upstairs." He picked me up bridal style and laid me on a bed.

"If you're going to try and have sex with me, go ahead, Ryan. I'm up for it." I slurred, my head was blurry.

"No I'm not, we're going to lay here until you're sober enough to get up." He said locking the door, laying down beside me, and wrapping a protective arm around my body.

"I am sober!" I yelled struggling to escape his arms.

"Shhh...calm down...you're just drunk." He tried to calm me and I can't say that it didn't work because it did, I fell asleep in his arms.

When I woke up my vision was sharp and blurry all at the same time, although I knew I was sober.

"Ryan?" I looked beside me and he was asleep. "Ryan, babe, get up."

I shook him and he groaned, "What time is it?"

I checked my phone, "Ten o'clock."

"Oh, I love you." He said stroking my hair gently.

"If you think I'm going to let you sleep for five more minutes you've got another thing coming." I gave him a mom voice.

"Can we just cuddle for five minutes then?" He pleaded, he was adorable when he was sleepy.

"Okay, fine." I replied, wanting to kissing him more than ever and laid on his chest until the clock read ten thirty. "Come on, baby. We have to get up."

"But I'm tired!" He whined like a little kid.

"I'll stay the night at your house if you get up." With that he shot up.

"Really?" His eyes were wide.

"Yes, Ry." I kissed his cheek and we got out of the bed.

I unlocked the door and we made our way down the hallway, as we were about to descend the stairs we heard a room bustling with laughter and cheers.

"What the hell-" I cut Ryan off by pulling him into the room with me.

"Well look who it is!" Beverly yelled at us. "We were just about to start a new round of Seven Minutes In Heaven!"

Ryan and I both blushed.

"Join us." Beverly motioned her hand towards the circle of teenagers, she was so drunk it made her sound like a cult leader.

I grabbed Ryan's hand and we took a spot near Beverly and Curtis. She explained the rules and that she's doing her deciding "Duck Duck Goose" style, as in that she'd travel around the circle and pick two people with her eyes covered.

"Ready?" She asked.

Everyone nodded their heads in anticipation, she put a blindfold on and touched peoples' heads. Unfortunately for us, she chose Ryan and I after taking two trips around the circle to make sure she was lost. The crowd made an "Ooohh" sound as Beverly removed the blindfold, she motioned to the closet. We both blushed and went into the designated closet.

"What are we supposed to do?" Ryan whispered.

I raised my hands in an "I don't know" gesture, and he looked around.

"Kiss me." He said coming extremely close to me.

"I kiss you all the time though." I must've given him a weird look because he just rolled his eyes.

"On the lips," He repeated, holding my hand, "trust me."

"You're a real dick if this some joke and you don't actually like me." I sighed and our lips almost made contact, but he sunk me to the floor of the closet and placed his body over mine.

I already knew where this would lead, and I wasn't doing "that" in a closet. We heard footsteps approaching the door and he quickly smashed his lips to the bottom of my nose and covered our faces with his his thumbs. I gave him an (Pretty.) odd look, and he rolled his eyes while pulling away.

"Now when we get out of the closet, yell at me and act like we're fighting." He whispered in my ear before laying a kiss to my temple.

"Why?" I quickly whispered back.

"Just do it." He was abrupt and squeezed my hand before dropping it.

"Okay." I let my heart sink when I heard the door open and realized Ryan was still on top of me.

We heard the crowd start cheering on Ryan and he blushed, but I looked at him and start yelling.

"What the fuck you asshole? Why did you kiss me?!" I had to fake every bit of it.

"(Y/N), dude, chill." Beverly grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

"No I'm not because Ryan Ross is an asshole who just cares about getting into my pants!" I yelled at him one more time before running downstairs, he looked hurt when I said those words and it damaged me to say them.

Ryan came running down after me, and we both slipped out the door together. His eyes were glazed, like he was holding back tears.

"Ryan you know I didn't mean any of that right?" I said grabbing his hand.

"I know you didn't, but it's true. All of it." I saw tears streak his face and my cheeks grew hot with anger.

"Ryan?" My voice quivered between anger and sadness, but I didn't know which was more prominent.

He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off, "You know what, stick that apology up your lying ass. Just screw off, Ross."

I bitterly snapped at him before running off, Beverly looked shell shocked, and I ran to the drink table. Before I knew it I was lost in a pool of one hundred proof fire, that fire was vodka. I can't say I felt bad about it either because I didn't. Ryan really hurt me and I couldn't handle it anymore, then I saw Brent Wilson approach me. I gulped down my cup of liquor and faced him.