Official

A Chapter by MCrouch

Pete's POV

When I woke up, I was sweaty. I had dreamt of Ryan, and not about taking walks together. I had a serious case of morning wood, and Ryan was still sleeping on top of me. That didn’t help anything. As he slowly drifted back into consciousness, I tried to think of things like dead puppies or my parents having sex, but my body was betraying me. He shifted his weight from one side of my body to the other, and I held my breath. I thought for a split second that he wouldn’t even notice, but he was chuckling all of a sudden.

“Wow,” he said sleepily, “Impressive,”

“Can I get up please?”

“I think you already are…” Ryan teased me. I pushed him off of me and rushed to the bathroom, swearing and cursing my f*****g teenage hormones. By the time I got to the bathroom and peed, I was too frustrated with myself to be horny anymore.

Ryan was sitting up on the couch when I got back to the living room. He didn’t say anything- just smiled and raised his eyebrows at me. I bit my lip and sat next to him.

“F**k you, man.” I said jokingly.

“Oh come on, Pete. My jokes are hardly that offensive.” he said, nudging me and laughing.

“Oh, you’re pushing it now.” I said. I couldn’t help but laugh too.

“Or should you say, pulling it.” We both erupted with laughter. I felt so immature, but I was glad Ryan was laughing it off.

“S**t… must’ve been a good party,” Ryan said, rubbing his temples. His eyes were a little bloodshot, and he looked paler than usual, if that was possible.

“Want some water?” I offered. He nodded and I got him a large glass of water from the kitchen.

“Thank you,” he said as he took the glass from my hand. He downed it in a matter of seconds. I sat down next to him again. He intertwined our fingers and rested his head on my shoulder, just as he had done so many times before. He closed his eyes.

“Ryan?” I asked quietly.

“Mm?”

“I really like you.” I tried again, this time to a sober Ryan.

He inhaled slowly. “I also like you, Pete.”

“So, will you… would you…” I was interrupted by Madison walking like some sort of old woman zombie in nothing but her thong and bra through the living room to the bathroom. Her make up was all down her face, and her hair was a ratty disaster of vomit and feathers. She got to the bathroom and violently puked into the toilet. She flushed, coughing and said “Oh god,” to herself. She proceeded to walk back through the living room at the same pace.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Ryan said to her.

“You shut the f**k up and make me some mother f*****g coffee you stupid little s**t.” she snarled without skipping a beat. She continued back to her bedroom.

“She’s a genuinely better person when she’s high.” Ryan joked. “What were you going to say?” he squeezed my hand, and I rediscovered my confidence.

“I want you to be my boyfriend.” I half expected him to be snarky and say something like “I know,” and laugh about it… but he didn’t.

“I want to be your boyfriend.” he said, grinning, “I thought I had made that pretty obvious.”

“I wasn’t exactly discreet myself.” I said, chuckling, still a bit embarrassed from earlier that morning.

“You’re adorable,” Ryan said, nuzzling my neck. I kissed him lustfully in response and he welcomed the kiss, wrapping his arms around my neck.

I was ecstatic. Everything that I had wanted was coming together. My heart pumped with happiness and excitement. I kissed him with more vigor. He leaned in, battling for dominance of the kiss. I gave in, and he straddled me once again, pushing my shoulders to lean into the back of the couch. His fingers gently roamed my chest and he bit and pulled on my lower lip, electrifying me. He teased me, playing with the waistband of my skinny jeans. Yet again, we were interrupted.

“IF SOMEONE DOESN’T MAKE ME THE MOTHER F*****G COFFEE BY THE TIME I GET DOWNSTAIRS, THE DEVIL WILL FIND YOU.” Madison screamed from the top of the stairs. Ryan slowed down, eventually leaving me there on the couch to make the coffee. It was then that I actually had time to comprehend what had just occurred. Ryan Lane was now my boyfriend. I knew that this would come with a few complications, but what reality had in store was so f*****g much more than what I had anticipated. I thought of my parents, and how my mom would pretend to be happy for me (I had come out to her not too long before, and she was not surprised), and my dad would pretend like none of this was happening. I thought of the band and how this would change things.

“Your mother f*****g coffee is ready,” Ryan said walking back into the living room passing a slightly more clothed Madison. She sneered. Ryan handed me a cup of black coffee and took a swig of his own, then lit a cigarette and took a long drag.

“What are we gonna tell the band?” I thought aloud.

“I don’t really care. I don’t think they’ll care. I wouldn’t worry about it too much.” he said. By the tone of his voice, it sounded more like he just didn’t want to care.

“Are you two f*****g now?” Madison asked, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of us. Her short-shorts just barely covered her tattoo of Marilyn Monroe’s face on her inner thigh. Ryan rolled his eyes.

“We’re not ‘f*****g,’” he said.

“Aw, are you dating? How f*****g precious.” she said, her eyes two dark narrow slits. “Look at these f*****g love birds, Matt.” she said as Matt entered the living room. Matt stopped in his tracks and looked at Ryan and I sitting on the couch. I was frozen; Ryan flashed his brother a knowing grin. Matt pursed his lips and nodded.

“Okay,” he said, and continued to the kitchen. I relaxed a little, and Ryan squeezed my fingers reassuringly.

***

Monday was the first day going to school as Ryan Lane’s official boyfriend. When I woke up that morning, I wasn’t sure whether to be happy or vomit from nervousness. Something told me our fellow classmates wouldn’t exactly jump to congratulate us.

I walked down the stairs and slung my back pack over my shoulder. I was surprised to find Ryan waiting for me outside my house, smoking a cigarette. His navy blue tee shirt hung on his broad shoulders perfectly, and he was wearing my favorite skinny jeans of his (dark wash with a hole in the right knee). I was constantly in awe of how unbelievably lucky I was to have him.

“Good morning,” he said, happily.

“Hi,” I greeted him, shielding my eyes from the sun. He kissed me on the cheek and I smiled at him, chuckling slightly. It was almost as if all the time I spent daydreaming about him, he knew about- like he could read my mind and know exactly what I wanted him to do.

Ryan and I walked to school silently. He hummed a tune, walking at the same pace as me, smiling. When we arrived at school, I was legitimately surprised that nothing had suddenly changed. I expected dirty looks and rude remarks, but no one knew. No one had to know. I was safe.

The day went by in a haze for me. All of my thoughts were clouded with him, and we would pass each other in the hallway and discreetly touch fingers and smile at each other. Finally, we got to AP US History, and I got to sit next to him.

“Hi… how’s your day going?” I asked him, not knowing what else to say.

“Boring,” he answered flatly, “It’s always boring,”

I nodded, and the bell rang. The teacher droned monotonously about World War 2 and Ryan interrupted her a few times to compare her lecture to Nazi Zombies.

“Be quiet, Lane.” the teacher said as a few kids chuckled. I smiled and shook my head.

Ryan pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and passed me a note reading: “We should do something that’s not boring.”

I raised my eyebrows at him. Under the table, he put his hand on my inner thigh, moving his fingers along the inseam of my jeans. I turned brilliantly red and nodded at Ryan. He smiled, taking my hand and pulling me out of the stuffy classroom unnoticed. He hurriedly led me to a dark corner of the school with a staircase leading to the third floor storage room. Once upstairs, he quickly put his lips on mine, his tongue forcing entrance. He pushed me backwards onto a dusty teacher’s desk, knocking into stacks of textbooks and wooden chairs along the way. I was flustered and shaky, not sure about how to feel. Ryan’s sudden intensity was exciting but also a bit much. He knew I was a virgin, and he knew he was the only person I’d ever been this close with, so he was usually a bit more gentle and sweet than this. He ran his hand up my shirt and I grabbed his arm gently.

“Why so fast?” I asked between kisses. He shook his head and kissed me more deeply. It now became evident that something was wrong.

“I need you,” he whispered in my ear. He sounded upset. When he began to grind his hips on my own, I told him to stop- something was way off.

“Jesus- f**k, what?” he asked, slightly pissed off.

“What the hell is wrong, Ryan?” I asked. He sighed, but got off of me and sat on the edge of the desk.

“S**t,” he said under his breath, “I just… This is really difficult…” I could see him trying to find the right words.

“My parents don’t want me to do the gig in Chicago. They want me to focus on college,” he said. I couldn’t help but feel like he was lying to me. This wasn’t what was really bothering him.

“When have you ever done what your parents wanted you to do, man?” I asked.

“I mean, you’re right, but… I got into this art school and my parents have me thinking about my future and all this stupid s**t,” he explained. I nodded. “It’s a really good school- in Kansas. But then there’s you. I don’t want to leave you.” he said quietly.

“So I’ll come with you,” I said impulsively, “I don’t even know what I want to do yet. I’ll be a f*****g waiter at Applebee’s or something. I don’t want to leave you either.” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. I knew it was too early in our relationship to be saying stuff like that, but Ryan didn’t seem to mind. Actually, he smiled at my words.

“Sorry for assaulting you,” he said, embarrassed.

“Trust me, don’t be sorry,” I laughed. I was happy, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had been lied to.

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