Its three o'clock in the afternoon, on season eight's finale day and Ryan came in my dressing room (it was more like a dressing trailer) to bug me. I can't like him! I told myself. I can't fall for him. I'm here with Mike.
I really like him. He knows that. But I can't just pack up and leave. Mike relies on me. I love him too, but I've never felt a spark with Mike. I felt the once-in-a-lifetime spark with Ryan, when I kissed him on a dare the night of the anual bonfire. Truth or Dare is my favorite game now.
*Flashback*
It was after the first day of Ryan and I were walking to the bonfire which seemed to be pretty small from where we were. I was wearing an Abersrombie and Fitch hoodie I bought 10 years ago. "So, you guys do this every year?"
"Yeah. Ever since the first audition of season 1." He looked over at me. That's when I first noticed his eyes.
I decided it was a very awkward silence, so I began. "You're gonna have to roast my marshmallows. I can't roast one to save my life. They turn to ashes."
"Alright, kiddo."
"Kiddo?"
"Yeah. What are you? 25?"
"Hell no. I'm 38."
"You look fantastic."
"Thanks."
Later we were all sitting around the bonfire, Randy pulled out the old acoustic guitar, and Paula and I were taking turns singing. I chose to sing "Help Me Make It Through The Night."
Yesterday is dead and gone,
And tomorrow is out of sight,
It's so sad to be alone,
Help me make it through the night.
That was the night I sorta fell for Ryan. I guess I wanted him to help me make it through the night. After about an hour of us requesting songs that Randy didn't know, and then trying to figure out the chords, Paula decided she couldn't sing any more, so I said let's play a game. Simon was the person who suggested truth or dare. And of course the new kid always has to go first. "Kara, truth or dare?'' Simon said
"Dare." I stated.
"Uhhhhh, kiss Ryan."
I looked over at him. He was already sitting by me. We leaned in closer until... Boom! We started kissing... passionatly. When we broke away, his lips lingered. That's when I knew it was him.
*End Of Flashback*
"I love you." I mumbled, so softly no one even looked over at me. Except Ryan. We exchanged a quick glance before I blushed and looked away. I feel like a little girl with a crush on someone when I'm around him. Mike acts so much different when I'm around Ryan, or even talk about him. It's like he knows.
"Kara, can I talk to you... privatly?" Ryan stated. Mike stands up. He makes a fist, and before I could stop him he knocked Ryan to the floor.
"Mike! What the hell was that for? Just... get out of my damn dressing room!" I paused and kneeled down to him. "Are you okay? Oh, my God, I'm so sorry! Do you want me to like get you cold water or anything?" Like uhhhhh, yeah you should go murder Mike so I can be with you. Sorry, somtimes I have unchristian like and selfish thoughts. "No, I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I am Kara."
"Here, at least let me help you up." I took Ryan's hand and helped him sit up. "What did you want to talk about?"
"I wanted to ask you if you wanna go to dinner with me tonight after the show, but that probably isn't a good idea."
"Don't worry about it. I'll make it work. Even if I have to sneak out, I'll be there."
"Good."
