Not Your Average Romeo and Juliet

Chapter 6

{Ryan POV}

"DUDE!"

"WOAH"

"WHY?"

and many more shouts and questions came to me from across the Spanish room. I ignored most of them and quickly sat down next to Brandon.

"So what happened? There's so many different stories."

"I stood up for Kylie in a hall full of populars." I answered

"Oh. Okay. Wow." he responded

Spanish was a breeze. I just ignored everything thinking about Kylie. I wonder what she's doing right now. I don't have anymore classes in her hallway, so I can't stop by her locker, even though, I really really want to make sure she's okay.

My thoughts in every class were the same, until finally, lunch came. Good thing because food can definitely clear my mind.

{Kylie POV}

School was the same and finally, I took the bus home.

Once I arrived, my twin, Peyton, stood in front of me, with his arms folded in front of his chest. Oh no. He was going into protective mode.

"Hey big bro...how's it goin'...?" I say slowly.

"Do you like Ryan Tuesdale?" He says right away.

"Uhhh... I love your hair today! Did you get a haircut?" I say.

"Kylie," he starts, "stop stalling. Answer my question."

"Whoa. Protective much?"

"It's not a joke Kylie!"

"I'm pretty sure I know that."

"Tell me!"

"Never!"

"You better tell me or else-"

"Or else what, huh? You can't make me!"

And with that said, he started tickling me. I hate when people do that to me...

"STOP!" I scream.

"THEN TELL ME!"

"FINE," I say, "YES! Yes, I do like him."

"Thank you. That's all I needed to hear."

"Why did you want to know...?"

He just laughed. Laughed in my face, and walked away.

I was so frustrated! I stormed up to my room. I walked around my lavendar colored room. I strolled over to my clean white desk, that I had cleaned out earliar. I ambled over to the wall by my bookshelf, that had all my pictures, hanging on a string. I quietly looked through them.

I saw a picture of my best friends and I going Trick-Or-Treating when we were 12; I saw a picture of me and one of my friends from camp, eating ice cream; I saw a few family photos; I finally saw the pictures of my sister and I. We had the pictures from when we were little, playing dress up; the pictures from summer, of us at the beach, learning how to surf; I then saw the picture that always brought tears to my eyes: the picture of us hugging the guts out of eachother a few months ago, the day she left for college.

I know, but as corny as it seems, she is my best friend. Shes been with me through it all. This was one of the moments I needed Delilah. She would hug me and she wouldn't lie to me and tell me everything was going to be alright. She would cry with me and tell me how she'd take my place. We'd then eat ice cream, and watch Netflix, until we would fall asleep. I felt the tears brimming my eyes, daring to fall. And I let them. I cried and cried, until
I slowly fell asleep thinking of Ryan's wide strong arms, pulling me into one of his hugs.