Brooklyn

CHAPTER FIVE

   I curled up, trying to hold my tears. But failed, starting to cry. I heard quick running behind me, then felt a warm hand touch my back. "Oh my god- what did you do??" Ryan worried, looking at my wounds and my crashed bike.

  I only wiped my tears, getting up. But as I did so, Ryan pulled me in close, making sure my wounds were okay as it was freezing outside.
"Ryan- im fine!" I assured, bleeding from my thighs. "Does it look like your fine?! Your bleeding!" I had no response to that, after all I WAS bleeding.

   Ryan helped me up, letting me lean on him as he led me to his house. When we walked inside, he made me sat on the toilet seat lid. "I have some bandages here, hold on." He rushed, opening some drawers until her finally took grip of the bandage.

  Ryan turned to me, scratching his head. "Brooklyn, can you roll your pants up? I need to wrap your thigh-" he asked. I started to roll up my  pants, but it stopped near my knee. "It- it won't roll up all the way." I sighed, bleeding through the pants.

  "Look." He said. "Your bleeding and I NEED to wrap you or it won't stop. You need to uh-" he paused, turning pink. "To uh- take off your sweats- JUST so I can wrap your leg!"

  I turned red. "I-" "I won't look!" He stated quickly. He turned around, covering his eyes as I stood up to remove my.. pants. I couldn't in first, but then removed it. I sat back down, covering my underwear with my hands as I spoke. "Done.. you can wrap me now.."

  Ryan turned, trying to have no contact with my underwear. Even as I covered it you could see small areas of it. He lifted my thigh, wrapping it, then wrapped the other.

   He secured the wrap, then stepped back. "You can put on your pants now-" he turned. I slid on my pants, thanking him.

  "Ryan.. how did you know I fell?" I asked, tying the string on my pants together. "I heard something from afar and- I just saw you fell." He turned back around, looking at my ripped up sweats.

  I nodded. "Do you wanna maybe, go outside and rest a bit?" Ryan asked. I smiled "Of course."
  
We walked outside, climbing inside his father's parked truck, sitting inside. "I don't know much about you Brooklyn." Ryan said, placing his phone beside him as he looked at me.

  I slid my hoodie over my head, thinking. "We can get to know each other." I smiled. Ryan agreed.

  Over the while, we sat in the truck, laughing and talking, telling jokes. I really got to know the real Ryan. Not just school Ryan. He was kind, funny, and- attractive. No, I could never let myself catch feelings. He was just a friend.

  "Brooklyn." I looked over. "Hm?" "I'm going to hangout with some friends tomorrow, wanna come?" "Where?" I asked, confused. "Over by the creek, I'll be at your house in the afternoon tomorrow, okay?" Ryan stated.

  I got up, shaking a bit. "Sure, but I need to go home now, my father might be worried." Ryan nodded, waving over to me as he hopped out from the truck as he headed inside. I grabbed my bike and just walked back up the hill, heading home.