I lay in the darkness, not sleeping. I don't know what i was expecting, i never sleep, so why would i be able to with so much on my mind. I had just kissed Ryan fucking Ross for gods sake. and now, being the pathetic guy i was, i was laying here, not able to get him off my mind. Thats when it occurred to me. Ryan had never gotten into bed. I took a deep breath and slowly slid out of bed and crept into the room where i had left him all those hours ago. I slid through the door way and saw him sitting on the lounge chair. He was an absolute mess.
He sat, bottle of vodka held loosely in one hand curled into the corner of the seat, eye makeup running down his face with the falling tears. It broke my heart to see him like that.
I approached him slowly and sat as close to him as possible. "Ryan, baby, whats wrong?" he flicked his hair out of his face and wiped the tears away, smearing his makeup more.
"Nothing." he muttered taking a long swig of the vodka before offering it to me. I took a sip and was instantly reminded of why i don't drink vodka straight before setting it on the table next to me, out of his reach.
"Ryan come on, i know you hate talking about yourself, but something is definitely wrong." i stared at him with a mixture of hurt and concern in my eyes. He turned to look at me, expression harsh as though he were about to hurl abuse at me, but perhaps thought better of it when he saw my face. "I just cant sleep." he said. "....Pete?"
"Yeah Ryan?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Anything, you know that."
He blushed. "Umm... can i sleep in your bed tonight? Its just that, i don't really wanna be alone right now."
I let a slight smile creep across my face. "Always Ryan, come on." I rose and pulled him to his feet. We walked back to my bed and he staggered in his drunken state and i lay down and pulled Ryan into my arms. "Its ok Ryan, i'm here." I said holding him tighter. His face fell to my chest and almost instantly he was asleep. I brushed a stray piece of hair off his face and smiled. He was so cute. He just lay in my arms, tears still clinging to his eyelashes.
I didn't sleep that night. I just started at him, wondering who could have hurt him like that
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i know its really short.
bear with me guys.
