Unabated Understatement Of The Century-RYAN ROSS

That night, Ryan stayed in a motel with his dearlybeloved, and the next few days that followed. Since Michelle had been here, he acted even more akward toward me and never spoke to me at all. It took a few days to figure out why. Everyone was gone from the house but Ryan, Michelle, and I. At least, I had told them I was going out, since they'd asked for some "alone time", but I didn't really feel like it, so i'd just stayed in bed. They wouldn't figure out anyways, this house was so big. I sat outside my room, looking down the balcony from the stairs that hung over the living room, listening to what they were saying.
"I don't see why you ever dated her Ryan, she's so ugly and fat."
She being me. Ugly and fat being her lies.
"I know." He said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I`m so glad you stopped talking to the ugly whore since I asked you, she's bad news, I bet she's a drug dealer." Melissa's voice went on and on.
"No, she's not." I heard Ryan say, and put my ear to the floor.
"What did you just say to me?"
"Nothing, forget it."
"No, Ryan Ross,you tell me what you just fucking said."
"I said that she isn't."
"Are you saying i`m a liar?" She was yelling now.
"No." If possibled, in return to her yelling, his voice got even lower.
"Ryan, do you want to be with her? Is that it? You, you, I hate you, god, I don't even know why i`m with your sorry ass, you're not even good looking."
"Then don't be with me."
"What in the hell did you-"Her voice started but I couldn't hear what she'd said after I heard something break. The door slammed and I heard a car sqeaul out of the driveway.
I didn't know what had happened, but had a pretty good idea. I tiptoed down the stairs, being as quiet as I possibly could, and saw Ryan sitting on the couch, his body curled over it.
"Ryan." I whispered, sitting down next to it.
He was leaning over the couch, holding his head in his hands.
"Ryan, you're hurt, come here."
I lifted his head up, seeing where he'd been hit. I walked into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and taking his face in my hands, and wiping the blood off of the cut. It wasn't very deep, but deep enough to make it bleed alot, but thankfully he didn't look like he needed stitches. We sat there in silence for a few moments.
"How long has she been doing this to you?" I whispered, not sure if I should be asking.
"Forever." He whispered back.
"Do you- do you ever-...Nevermind."
He stared at me, his eyes that i'd forever fallen into staring into mine, burning into the back of my skull. "Do I ever wonder what would happen if we were together? Yeah, I do, alot, and I feel guilty for it because I don't want to hurt Michelle."
It's funny how he can still read my mind after all this time.
"Look at how she's hurting you."
"I..I know, but she's all I've got." His voice was shaking.
"You've got me," I whispered, moving his face next to mine, "You've always had me."
"But you left."
"I may have left Vegas, Ryan, but I never left you."
He moved his face closer to mine until our lips were touching. For the first time in almost two years everything felt right. From the way his hands trailed up and down my back, to the way his lips felt against mine, it felt perfect. Even the loss of clothing on the way up to my bedroom, it was perfect.
It was perfect.
It was right.
It was everything I wanted.


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That night, after what had happened between Ryan and I, i'd fallen asleep in his arms, pretty much perfection. But the next morning, i'd woken up cold and alone in my bed. I slipped some clothes on and walked downstairs, looking for Ryan. There was Brendon, there was Spence, there was Brent, and there was Pete.
No Ryan.
"Have you seen Ryan?" I asked Brendon.
"He left." He mumbled. "He said he couldn't take it here anymore, and he left to get a motel with Michelle."
I felt every little piece of happiness slip away, or it could have been that the floor was coming closer.
I fell to the floor at Brendon's feet, the hysterical crying coming the moment he'd finished his sentence. I couldn't even breathe as I spilled the story to everyone in the house. I didn't care who listened or heard, I just wanted someone to know.
"I`m going to kill him." Brendon hissed, standing up.
"Brendon, he doesn't love me, he's just confused, I understand, don't hurt him."
"Fine, whatever."
Everyone else was silent the whole night, sending me sympathetic smiles, but the overall effect did nothing. There wasn't so much as a stir until the door opened, revealing Ryan and a gleaming Michelle. "You guys ready to make some music?" He asked, smiling.
Everyone glared at him. Ryan looked at me and glared, as if telling me "You shouldn't have told them.", I glared right back.
"She's not welcome here anymore." Pete said, pointing to Michelle.
"Why am I not, but that little whore is!?" She shrieked, motioning to me.
"She doesn't knock gashes into Ryan's head."
"I would never do such a thing, who to you-"
"I saw it." I said, standing up.
"Ryan, you need to leave this girl, she's no good for you." Brendon said to Ryan.
"I am so, Ryan loves me!"
"If Ryan loved you why did he sleep with Missa last night?" Pete added.
Ryan stared at the ground, his face turning red, not daring to say a word.
"Is this true Ryan?" She asked.
He nodded.
Her whole face turned red with fury.
"I think it would be best if we broke up." Ryan whispered.
"Say that again."
"I said I think it would be best if we weren't together anymore!" This time Ryan yelled, something I didn't think he was capable of anymore.
She spit at his feet and walked out of the house, slamming the door behind her.
Maybe we'd have a chance after all.