Summer Camp (Ryllon)

Six: Blushing

-Ryan-

Once I get dressed, the sun shining through the windows, the door opens. I turn and see a red haired guy, bright and nearly flaming. Mikey hurries in and grabs something, then hands it to him. Frank is behind them, and I quickly come to the conclusion that it's Gerard. Him and Mikey look pretty alike if you really look, plus, him and Frank are holding hands.

Gerard looks at me. 

"You're the new kid, huh?" He asks. I nod.

"Guess so, yeah," I say. Frank stops for a second, frowns slightly, then hesitates.

"Are you and Dallon together?" He asks, and suddenly all of their attention is on me.

"Oh, uh... no... why?"

"Some girls said he was giving you a hickey last night, but I don't see anything on your neck. Just curious," he tells me, and my heart is pounding. Sure, from their perspective it would look like that, but it quite wasn't the case. Thank god he didn't actually leave anything.

"I mean, Dallon brought you here last night, didn't he?" Mikey asks, and suddenly I'm terrified. I don't wanna be thought of as the kid who has a thing with the most popular guy here.

"Um, yeah, he... I... I twisted my ankle, he was just being nice," I say. They all laugh.

"Dallon? Nice? Sure, yeah," Gerard says, Frank shaking his head.

I don't say anything else because I don't quite understand. 

There's a knock on the door and we all turn. I'd be lying if I said my heart didn't skip a beat and sink at the same time the second his ocean eyes met mine.

"Hey, come with me," Dallon says, voice calm and a bit tired. I grab the hoodie and my camera, standing and walking over to him as the other boys stare in slight shock. "Wear it, I'm not walking back to my cabin yet and it's cold," he instructs, so I put it on and follow him outside. Frank raises an eyebrow and I shut the door. "How's your ankle?"

"Fine, doesn't really hurt," I say, and he nods. 

"What about the cut?" 

"Oh, it still kinda hurts, but it'll be fine." Dallon frowns slightly.

"Stop looking on the bright side all the time, just admit it hurts," he tells me. I look at him, stopping and grabbing his arm to make him stop.

"But it'll get better? Why would I focus on the bad of this when there's a good outcome?" I ask him, and he thinks for a bit. He knows I'm right. I smile a bit and continue walking, giving him no other option rather than to follow me. He does, and actually walks next to me. 

"Tell me about yourself. I just know your name and that's it," he says, and so I look at him. 

"I'm not very interesting."

"I beg to differ," he says, scoffing. 

"I'm an only child. I never did much when I was younger, I used to have a best friend. Did for the majority of my life, honestly."

"What happened?"

"What?"

"You said used to."

"Oh... um, I moved away. Had to, my parents got divorced and my mom kicked us out."

"Oh," he says, sounding a little sad.

"Yeah, it's... I've never admitted this to someone, but I'm a little glad it happened. The split, I mean. They were constantly yelling at each other. Yelling at me, too. They weren't happy people. I mean... they used to be, but they aren't anymore, you know? My dad sent me here, I didn't really wanna come here. I guess it's not that bad, I mean, you're pretty sweet, and no one seems to hate me yet," I explain.

"Why would someone hate you?"

"Why wouldn't they?"

"No, seriously, why would someone hate you?"

"I dunno, that's just my experience with people. Like, at school and stuff. I'm weird," I say, shrugging.

"How so?"

"I do this thing when I'm thinking where I just stare off into space and one time I was staring so hard at someone they started crying," I say, and Dallon smiles wide, laughing. I smile a bit too. That's the first time I've seen him smile.

"If I stare at you long enough, would you start crying?"

"If you stare at me long enough you might-" I cut myself off because what I almost joked about is too real and too inappropriate.

"What?"

"Nothing," I lie, and he starts smiling.

"No, what?"

"It's inappropriate, nothing." He pulls me close by his waist, holding me, my back pressed against his chest.

"I'm not letting you go until you tell me," he insists, obviously amused. Some people are staring, and I'm starting to realize why Gerard would believe the rumor.

"If you stare at me long enough, I might get turned on," I tell him when I realize that he really is gonna hold me for a while.

Dallon stops and when I turn to look at him, I smile wide because he's blushing really hard. He definitely isn't what people say he is.

"You're blushing!" I announce in amusement.

"No, no, I'm not," he says, shaking his head. I get close to his face and I notice him tensing slightly.

"So, if I kiss your cheek, you won't blush?" I ask, feeling quite confident. 

"Nope, not at all," Dallon says confidently, so I smile and lean forward, kissing his cheek. His face heats up and I decide to mess with him a bit.

I kiss his jaw and then his neck and he gasps quietly. I gently suck on it and after a while his hand goes to my hair. I pull away, seeing that I accidentally left a light mark that'll darken soon. His skin is hot; He really is blushing from me.

I smile and pull away, looking him in the eyes.

"Not blushing, huh?" I ask.

"Shut up," he says, clearing his throat a bit. I raise an eyebrow and turn away. He walks next to me, pressing his lips together.

This will be alright.