"Well, are we going to go up there or what?" Drew questioned, turning towards Kelsey.
It was obvious, by the look on his face, that he was nervous, too. "You stay here. I should prepare him first. It might be a little overwhelming if you just show up at his doorstep," Kelsey reasoned. She slowly opened the car door and stepped out. The gravel crunched underneath her sneakers as she took each dreadful step. How would she tell him? Would he believe Drew's story like she did?
She knocked on the front door lightly. After a few seconds of waiting she knocked a little louder. Still there wasn't any sound coming from inside the house. Kelsey turned her head towards the car where Drew was waiting. He raised his eyebrows, and Kelsey shrugged in response. Then, the door swung open quickly and Ryan was in the doorway. "Kelsey! I haven't heard from you in almost three days! Where have you been?" He quickly opened his arms, and engulfed her in a long hug. So maybe the whole 'I love you' thing did mean something. Now wasn't the time to think about it, though.
Kelsey let out a sigh of relief. Partly because she was glad that he was home, and also because he didn't notice Drew's car in the driveway. She stepped to the side to make sure that she was blocking Ryan's view of the driveway. "My phone hasn't really been working. Things are just kind of crazy. I'm sure you understand." She was doing her best to stall. She wasn't looking forward to telling Ryan about Drew.
Ryan shifted his position, leaning on the doorframe. Kelsey quickly stepped over again to block his view. He gave her a wierd look. "What are you doing?" He tried to look over her shoulder, but Kelsey quickly stood on her tiptoes, and lightly pushed Ryan back.
"Ryan, I need to talk to you about-"
It was too late at this point. Ryan had already seen the car, and there wasn't much she could do about it now. He pushed past Kelsey but thankfully only made it to the bottom of the stairs. "What is he doing here? Did he hurt you? If he did I swear I'll kill him," Ryan questioned. Kelsey had never seen Ryan so angry at someone. It actually kind of scared her to see his eyes look so mad. She quickly glanced over to the car where Drew sat; wide-eyed. He had one hand clutching his seatbelt, and the other on the steering wheel. He was obviously prepared to get out of there if Ryan got too upset. For some wierd reason Kelsey suddenly felt protective over Drew.
"No, Ryan, he didn't hurt me. He didn't hurt anybody," she spouted out quickly.
Ryan furrowed his eyebrows, looking back and forth from Kelsey to Drew. Finally he landed his gaze back on Kelsey. He just stood there for a minute with a look of pure confusion on his face. "What are you talking about?"
Kelsey sighed and leaned her head back. "Look, you probably aren't going to believe me at first. I didn't believe it, either, but just listen to what we have to say. Drew says that he didn't kill Lauren, and I believe him. I know that it's going to take more convincing than just that, so I want you to just stay calm and listen to what he has to say. I think you might change your mind if you here his story."
Ryan scoffed, shaking his head. Kelsey watched as he ran a hand through his curls, and she could see that his hand was trembling. "I can't believe you're going to let this-this idiot manipulate you! I thought you were smarter than that, Kelsey," he spoke quietly. She could tell that he was doing his best not to scream. He was definitley really angry at this point. She could tell because he never called her Kelsey. He always called her 'Kels' even if he was irritated with her.
She grabbed his arm and made sure to look him straight in the eye. "Ryan, I need you to trust me. I'll be satisfied as long as you just listen."
Ryan rubbed his jaw as he contemplated his decision. After a few minutes he crossed his arms across his chest. "Fine. I'll hear what he has to say, but that doesn't mean I'm going to believe him."
Kelsey nodded her head quickly. "That's all I ask."
Ryan began walking up the steps to his house, and Kelsey gestured for Drew to follow them.
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