Summer Camp (Ryllon)

Seven: Not in love

-Dallon-

Exquisite. Definition: extremely beautiful and, typically, delicate. That's what Ryan is. He's delicate and such a beautiful person. 

I watch him read his book, sitting by the fire not too far away from the lounge cabin. He's made me feel things I haven't felt in a long time. 

"So, who's that kid everyone's saying Dallon's dating?" Spencer asks as he walks in. I have headphones on, they think I can't hear them.

"Ryan. He and I are roommates," Mikey says briefly. 

"I heard his dad was kicking him out," Patrick says, and I turn my music off to listen.

"Why?" Spencer says.

"No idea," Mikey replies. "Do we know anything else about him?"

"Ryan Ross," I cut in, pulling my headphones down, and suddenly everyone looks at me. "Birthday August 30th. 17, turning 18 this summer. His parents split a little over two years ago and his mom kicked them out, so the reason his dad would be kicking him out now is either because his mom's back or because he's 18, but he hasn't brought him being kicked out up in the conversations we've had, so I'm not sure we should believe it until we hear it from him," I explain, then turn my head to look at them. Spencer is tense, almost terrified.

"You're really in love with him, aren't you?" Gerard says, smiling. I tense.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm not in love with him," I say, glaring hard at him. He shuts right up, but Pete speaks up.

"Oh, come on, he was wearing your hoodie earlier!"

"So?"

"Last year you pushed a kid to the ground because he went to pick it up for you," Patrick reminds me, and yeah, I did do that. Gerard suddenly stops, then smiles mischievously.

"Hey, Dallon, you were with Ryan all day, right?"

"Well, yeah, but what does-"

"And you weren't alone with anyone else?"

"No, it was just me and Ryan, but that doesn't-"

"So who gave you that hickey?" He asks, and I stop, eyes widening. I look at my reflection in the window and realize that Ryan did leave a hickey. I cover it and look down, blushing.

"Holy shit, are you blushing?" Mikey asks.

"I will hurt each and every one of you if you don't shut the hell up right now," I threaten, pointing at them, and they all stop, but continue to smile and smirk. Don't push me, they know better. To be honest, they could probably get away with it. I feel vulnerable when it comes to Ryan.

Spencer doesn't speak as he leaves the cabin. I swallow hard, stand, and follow him.

"Are you alright?" I ask.

"Ryan Ross?" He asks quietly and nervously.

"Yeah? Why, is there something wrong?"

"Nothing, just that I used to be best friends with him for 11 years," he says, and I realize. Spencer was the 'used to'.

I look over at Ryan.

"You should go talk to him. He's out there alone, he probably wants to see you," I say. Spencer looks over nervously.

"Yeah, probably," he says. He pauses before he looks at me. "Are you really in love with him?"

"No, I'm not."

"Then why does everyone think you're dating?"

"Just... nothing, I don't know," I say, obviously not wanting to talk about it. It's starting to irritate me. "Just go talk to him."

Spencer sighs and begins to walk over.

Yes, I have some sort of care towards Ryan, but I'm not in love with him. I will never be in love with him, why does no one get that?