dog.problems.=love.
All throughout the week, the guys had been relentlessly tormenting Ryan and I. Spencer screamed 'Sex!' every time we entered a room, Jon pretended to be making out with himself, and Brendon supplied the kissing noises.
So, naturally, Ryan and I were hiding at his house, our fingers laced loosely as we watched television. Ryan had specifically recorded all his guitar parts last night while the guys slept so while they were recording, we could spend some time together.
Of course, I didn't mind the insults. Because I could take a few remarks if it meant being able to like Ryan openly- which apparently, I hadn't even done well, but that was pointless now.
"I want to be annoying today." Ryan said, leaning his head on the top of mine.
"Today?" I joked.
He nudged my elbow, which was hard considering he was holding my hand, but I got the gist of it and grinned.
"Seriously. I'm sick of the guys. Listen to this message."
He detached himself for a moment, leaving me slightly cold, but came back a moment later, shoving his phone against my ear.
"We hope we're not interrupting the possible production of any little Ryzies," I heard Spencer screaming 'Sex!' in the background and rolled my eyes as Brendon continued. "...but we just wanted to say that we'll be over at seven o'clock. Just to give you clear warning. Although, you two are very cute. Can't really tell who the girl is in the relationship, but my bets on Ryan... so expect us later!"
I groaned as the beep cut off Brendon and leaned against Ryan, burying my face in his hoodie. They were so annoying that I wouldn't be surprised if I started hearing Spencer's exclamations in my head when we actually.. did do something.
"Well, you are pretty." I noted with a shrug, smiling into his shirt.
"A man doesn't really want to hear that he's pretty. Especially from his girlfriend." Ryan said in a gruff voice.
I stifled my laugh.
"Sorry. I meant ruggedly handsome. As much as a twig could be, anyway."
"Do you want me to hurt you? Is that it?" he asked.
I grinned and moved away from him, shaking my head.
"Too late. This twig is going to kick your ass."
I tied to leap off the coach, but Ryan was on top of me in less than five seconds, arms pinned down to my sides.
I recalled this happening once before, only I was a little more nervous then because I was afraid I might do something stupid like kiss him.
"You know, you're awfully easy to take down." He commented, leaning his face towards mine with an enchanting grin.
"Your face is awfully easy to take down." I retorted.
Ryan rolled his eyes.
"That doesn't make sense. Not to mention, it's getting a little old."
"Your face is getting a little old."
"That's not funny."
"Your face isn't funny."
Ryan clenched his teeth, but then smiled, and leaned down towards me.
"You know, now that you're my girlfriend, I can think of so many more ways to shut you up."
"Your fac-"
But before I could answer, his lips were on mine. I didn't want to let him win..but there was no way I was pulling away.
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"RYZIE!"
Ryan and I let out simultaneous sighs, putting down our books.
We were bored, so we each decided to read- Ryan grabbing Invisible Monsters while I took his copy of Survivor. Someone obviously has a Chuck Palahniuk obsession, but I wasn't complaining.
Ryan grabbed my hand and we walked downstairs, already seeing Bren had made himself comfortable sprawled on the sofa with Shelia trying to make him move. Rummaging through kitchen cabinets could only mean one thing- Spencer was here, and hungry. And Jon was talking on the phone, continuing to say Rob, so I guess he was talking to the guy's producer.
"Wow, Brendon, have you gotten fatter? Because I've been poking you for like ten minutes and you haven't felt it." Shelia said, glaring at him.
"Sweetie, my body is in top condition for you." He said, winking at her.
I had to give it to him- Brendon's joking demeanor was the only thing that could soften Shelia's...well, scariness.
Yes, I admit it. She scares me sometimes.
"Don't you mean from her?" Jon asked, wiggling his eyebrows as he put down his phone and joined the conversation.
"Don't you mean shut the hell up?" Shelia asked, glaring daggers at him while he shrunk away, smile fading.
Told you- scary.
"Well Ryan officially has nothing good to eat. So let's get ice cream." Spencer announced, walking into the room.
Everyone shrugged, and I nodded. Ryan and I had been in all day and I could use some fresh air. I found my sneakers laying near the door and tugged them on- old converse. I wasn't dressing to impress today, with my ratty sneakers and plain black sweatshirt.
As soon as we were outside, we realized that it was pretty nice out and we decided to walk- the ice cream place wasn't too far.
Shelia and Brendon led the way, arms linked while Spencer and Jon followed in the same fashion- theirs catching a few more stares.
Ryan and I stayed in the back, his arm around my shoulder, despite his five or so inches on me.
"Have you thought about when you're going to have that artist night at the photo place?" Ryan asked.
I smiled that he was actually interested, because I had been having ideas buzzing through my mind lately.
"Yeah. I'm thinking of going to a gallery at one of the nearby colleges and seeing if any photographers are interested. And then maybe my wonderful boyfriend could use his connections to have some people show up." I said, grinning widely up at him.
"Oh, so you have another boyfriend? Would I know him?" Ryan joked.
"Very funny. Not." I said, narrowing my eyes.
"I can't believe you just used the not. Nobody's used that on me since eighth grade." Ryan said with a laugh.
"You know what, I think my other boyfriend is calling.." I said, reaching into my pocket.
"Very funny." Ryan mimicked, pulling me even closer and kissing the top of my head. "Not." he whispered into my ear.
I scowled but when Ryan leaned down, I couldn't help but kiss him quickly.
"What's your favorite flavor of ice cream?" I asked him, changing the subject.
"That's like asking my favorite band...too many choices." he replied.
"Mine is cookies and cream." I said, ignoring him as I thought about it.
"Duly noted." he said with a nod.
I smiled, watching our friends as usual making fools of themselves as they paraded down the streets, oblivious to the noise they were making.
And there were Ryan and I, whispering pointless conversations and sharing time with just each other, perfect even if we had spent the entire day together already.
Somehow, all the problems and messes that it took to reach this place were worth it.
