One Month Later
"Ryan! You're hogging the blanket!" I whined as I pulled the small amount of the blanket that I had possession over, closer to my shivering body.
"Oh quit your whining and come here," he rolled his eyes as he opened up his arms and motioned for me to come closer.
Carefully, I slid in between his legs and leaned against his chest as he slipped the blanket around us.
Sighing deeply, I looked up at the starry sky and snuggled deeper into Ryan's chest.
Currently we were sitting on top of my tour bus in northern Washington. We had finished the concert a few hours ago and everyone had gone to do their own thing for the small amount of time that we had at this location.
"I like our dates," I stated randomly as Ryan looped an arm around my waist.
"What do you mean?" he questioned.
"I mean, we don't really go out much, and I like that because we spend time together with out all that glitz and glamour. It just seems to make our relationship more intimate," I explained with a small shrug.
"I think I know what you mean," he agreed.
"What're you thinking about?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"Right now I'm thinking about how happy I am with you, and how much you mean to me. And how in love with you I am," he answered almost instantly.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Wanna play Twenty Questions?" I pleaded.
"How about four?" he bargained.
"Okay!" I smiled as I felt him kiss the side of my neck.
"You ask first," he commanded as he buried his head into my shoulder, leaving small kisses on the skin that was exposed.
"Hmmm. What's you're favorite song to perform?"
"Wine Red."
"Why?"
"If I answer this question that means that it will count as another question," he smirked.
I simply rolled my eyes.
"Just answer it!"
"I love playing it because I get to play it with you," he said sweetly.
"Aw," I giggled. "Your turn."
"Um…Whose your best friend?"
"Sophie," I answered instantly, not having to think at all.
"Why?" he asked.
"If I answer thing, it'll take up one of your questions," I mocked him lightly.
"Just answer it woman!" he mocked back.
"Well, for one, she's my big sister, so I trust her completely. Two, she's always been there for me, and never judges me no matter what stupid things I've done or said. And three, I know she'll always be there for me, and that I can always trust her to help me when I need her the most."
"That was a good answer," Ryan complimented.
I pretended to pop my collar.
"That's just the way I roll."
"You need to stop spending so much time with Pete," Ryan said while rolling his eyes.
"You're probably right."
"Your turn."
"What's your favorite thing about me?" I asked.
"Physical thing?"
"Yeah."
"Well," he started, "I really like your eyes, they are so pretty and they show your emotions perfectly."
I smiled at him shyly and kissed his cheek.
"Your turn."
"What annoys you the most?"
"When people say 'Oh I love this band!' but they only know one song by them, and it's on the radio all the time. Because then I'm all 'Do you know any of their other songs?' and then they're all 'No' so then it gets me really mad and I just wanna-"
"Okay babe, I get it!" he cut me off. "Calm down."
"Sorry," I said sheepishly.
"No problem. Now it's time for your last question," he smirked.
"Hmm."
"Better make it a good one!" he joked as I fake glared at him.
I smiled brightly as a question popped into my head.
"Where do you see yourself in five years?"
"Honestly, I see myself married to you. And I don't want this to freak you out, but I honestly see that."
"What else?" I asked.
"I see us married with a baby on the way. Panic! is still performing and I'm still madly in love with you."
I felt my eyes well up with tears.
He took note of my tears and whipped them away quickly.
"I didn't mean to freak you out sweetie, and I'm not trying to say we should get married because I think it's way too soon. But if I were to see myself in five years, I would honestly see myself married to you," he cooed into my ear.
"You're not, it just makes me happy that you see me in your future," I said honestly.
"Where do you see yourself in five years?" he asked.
I narrowed my now dry eyes.
"You totally stole my question!"
"I didn't see a copy write," he smirked as I huffed. "Honestly though. Where do you see yourself?"
I closed my eyes and thought for a minute.
"I see myself still performing with LTL. I see myself with you still, married preferably. And if we had kids, I think I would be happy with that."
"I love you," he whispered into my ear.
"I love you too."
"I think the futures that we've both pictured sound amazing."
"Same here," I smiled as I snuggled closer to him.
"Do you think it's weird that we're so in love so soon?" he asked.
"You already used up all of your questions Mr. Ross," I joked.
"Seriously though, do you think that it's weird?"
"In some ways, yeah. But then I look back on all that we've been through, the obstacles that we faced before we were even together. And I realize that even though we've only been together for a few months, I've experienced enough in my life, and with you to know that I'm completely and totally in love with you."
"I agree."
"And I know I've never really dated, and this is my first real relationship and that I have no experience whatsoever, but the thing is, I know what love is. I know the feeling because I've felt it for my family and friends, and I feel the same feeling with you. Well, not the same feeling, but a variation of it. I feel loved, protected, respected, wanted, and like I'm beautiful when I'm with you."
"You are the most amazing girl that I've ever met. I love everything about you, all of your quirks, just everything. And I know it's soon, but I know what I feel, and I feel so much love for you," he said back to me.
"We're such a mushy couple," I joked.
"We like the mush," he laughed.
"I guess we do," I agreed.
And I honestly loved it.
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