Ryan POV
~~~~~~~~
"I'm BORED" i whined.
"Yes well Ryan my sole purpose in life is not to amuse you unfortunately." Brendon said in the most sarcastically sweet voice possible.
"I know, lets play truth or dare?" Pete suggested. Everyone but me groaned.
"Pete, truth or dare lost its appeal when we were 15." Pat said shortly.
"Oh come on." Pete said, sounding excited. "Here i'll go first, give me a dare."
I couldn't take my eyes off him. The way he was so desperate to play such a childish game, the way his lips moved when he talked, the pleading look in his eyes.
"Fine kiss Ryan, that would be entertaining" Spencer said without looking up from the xbox he and Andy were playing.
My heart skipped a beat. This meant so much to me but to Pete and everyone else, this was just a kiss. I mean why should they think of it as any more? But for me, i had been thinking about this moment for such a long time....
Pete lent forward without thinking twice and kissed me. I couldn't believe it. Pete was fucking well kissing me. But before i could even begin to enjoy it he pulled away. Everyone sighed in disappointment.
"Come on that doesn't count!" Pat said.
"Well i thought since it was such a childish game there was no point continuing." Pete said with a smug look on his face. It took all my will power not to kiss that smirk right off his lips.
"Oh my god you are so immature." Brendon said rolling his eyes. "Oh well i'm going to catch some shut eye." Everyone mumbled in agreement and walked out, leaving Pete and myself sitting there.
"I'm sorry about that, i mean i'm sure you didn't want me to kiss you but it was over quickly and i just had to spite them." Pete said looking slightly embarrassed.
"it was fine really!" i said, perhaps a little bit too enthusiastically.
Pete raised an eyebrow at me as i blushed." Ummmm okay...well i'm going to bed now so sweet dreams." he said as he walked off before being plunged into the darkness of the next room. I stayed seated on the floor of our crappy motel room for what seemed like forever, still trying to absorb what had just happened. Pete had kissed me and the apologised? Who does that? I would at least never had expected it from Mr. "I'm the Make-out king ill kiss anybody."
I turned on the t.v. and some crappy music video played across the screen. I considered changing it but just as i reached back for the remote, it changed. I waited to see what would replace it. Thanks for the memories. A silent tear fell down my cheek as i saw Pete, which was replaced by a laugh as he pranced around the stage in the spastic way he does. I hated that i couldn't have him. I hated that he didn't want me. I hated the way he made me feel i wasn't good enough.
