Unabated Understatement Of The Century-RYAN ROSS

I sat in the kitchen most of the time, waiting for Pete to call and tell me to run some errand, or for him to come home and make me do something stupid. Mostly it was because when I was depressed, I turned to eating. No, it wasn't that stuff your face until you turn into a fat-cow kind of eating, it was the "Oh, there's a cookie in the fridge, might as well eat it." kind of eating. Somehow it made me feel better, I need not explain anymore. The only times of the day I felt really akward were when Ryan was around. He was still acting oddly toward me, like he barely knew him, but it didn't bother me much.
He had his fiance.
His lovely, darling, soon to be wife.
The light of his life.
The apple of his ey-okay, you get the picture.
In other words the girl was probably amazing, and she was coming to visit Ryan today, something that everyone seemed to believe would affect me, but it really didn't. I was over Ryan, even i'd managed to convince myself of that.
Everyday they came inside the house, louder than a tornado. Today was no exception.
"Missa!" I heard Spencer yell when he walked in the kitchen.
"Mmm?"
"Pete needs you to unload boxes into his garage" He waited and stared at me for a minute as I acted like he hadn't said anything. "Well, what are you waiting for?"
"Nothing." I replied, walking out with my head down.
Something had gotten to me lately and triggered some kind of spiraling depression. I just couldn't figure out what that something was, although I had a pretty good idea, but like everything revolving around Mr. Ross, I shrugged it off or pushed it to the back of my mind.
"Move those into the back, and that's all I need. Sorry for pushing this all on you, i`m in a hurry, i've got to pick up that girl." Pete said in one breath, then ran inside from where I had just came.
"Well." I said to myself, putting my hands on my hips. "So much for a thankyou."
I loaded every box, one by one, into the back of the garage, and once I was done the sun was already down and it was beginning to get chilly outside. I sat down on the front steps of the house, running my hands through my hair, and staring off into the distance.
Pete's car pulled into the driveway, and everyone got out of the car. Everyone meaning Brendon, Ryan, Pete, and that girl Michelle.
Brendon stood for a moment, then Ryan shooed him and Pete away.
"Get off the porch you look like a bum." Brendon laughed, as he passed.
"Mom isn't here to tell me I do."
I watched as Ryan wrapped his arms around her, kissing her like he used to kiss me. I could tell in the dim lighting that her hair was a bleach blonde and her boobs were probably fake. I looked the other way as they passed, arms wrapped tightly around each other.br>
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"Hi, i`m Michelle." Michelle said to me the next morning, extending her hand and flashing what appeared to be a fake smile.
Looks like Pete's been lending out his Whitestrips.
"I`m Missa, i've heard so much about you, I`m so glad i've got to finally meet you!"
Fake.Fake.FAKE.
"Oh, I haven't heard much about you, just that your Brendon's sister."
"I`m sure you haven't."
"Have you seen my ring?" She shoved her hand in my face. "Isn't it just amazing? God, I love Ryan so much, he`ll be a great father."
"Father!? You're pregnant?" I shrieked.
"God, no. I don't believe in premarital sex. But as soon as we get married, I want to be. I know i`m only eighteen, and he's nineteen, but we`ll be fine."
"Whatever." There were a few kind words exchanged and plenty of fake smiles, before Ryan came in and they attacked each other's faces and I couldn't take much more so I headed to my room.
I walked in and slammed my door, sitting down on the floor in front of my bed. I reached my hand under it, shuffling around papers and looking for a box, until I found it. There used to be a lock on it, but i'd lost the key and broken it open long ago. I lifted the lid up and began pulling things out. They were all pictures of Ryan and I, mostly kissing, and other things like ticket stubs and roses he had bought me. A tear ran down my cheek, but I didn't even feel it. I was numb to the world now, the only emotion I was feeling was pain.
The door opened behind me a few minutes later, by that time I had everything strewn across the floor and mascara smeared around my eyes. It was Ryan of all people.
I quickly tried shoving everything back in the box, but it was no use. He stood behind me, looking at what I had been looking at, and I knew he heard me sniffling.
He knelt down beside me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
"You`ll move on, too." He whispered, then grabbed whatever he came in for and left, leaving me to stare at my wrists and wonder why I hadn't fixed this problem before.
He had no idea I was dying inside the whole time.
The truth is, neither did I.