Author's Note: Here's the newest addition to my Rylie collection! Inspired by The Boyfriend List. I did up little something for when Ryan gives Haylie seven roses for each class period, ending up with a seventh rose for seventh hour. Enjoy!
Chapter One: Flower Day
Haylie Anderson didn't know why she disliked Flower Day so much.
Maybe it was because she thought of it as a popularity contest where the more popular girls got more flowers than everyone else because they favored them more. Once, she heard a girl had gotten a dozen roses from a different guy.
And what did Haylie get on that special day?
Not a daisy or a rose.
But a carnation, a broken stemmed, almost dying carnation from her then boyfriend, Connor O' Malley.
"I heard you hate Flower Day." Ryan Evans told her as Haylie made popcorn for their usual Friday night movie.
"No, I dislike it. There's a difference between hate and dislike, Ryan. Besides, where did you hear that from?" Haylie said as she heard the timer go off, and she took out the bag out popcorn, and shook it before she poured the yellow treat into two bowls.
"From Gabriella." Ryan anwsered, and Haylie looked at him from the island.
She told Gabriella Montez (one of her best friends) that she didn't like Flower Day.
"Well, I just dislike it. Anyone who likes it is insane." Haylie said as she came out of the kitchen, and sat the two bowls down on the coffee table.
"Haylie, Flower Day here at East High is alot different than when Xavier would have it. We don't think of it as a popularity contest." Ryan explained as Haylie grabbed the movie, and placed it in the DVD player.
"What about Sharpay? I'm sure she does." Haylie commented.
"She used to, but remember she has Zeke now." Ryan replied.
Haylie sighed as she got up, and went back to her place on the couch.
"Well, I'm still keeping my opinions to myself." she told him.
"What if I can change your mind?" Ryan asked.
"Ryan Evans, there is no way on earth you'd make me change my mind about Flower Day." Haylie explained.
"What if I could though? Then you'd see I'm right." Ryan commented.
"Ryan, I got an almost dying flower on Flower Day! Connor thought it was the most funniest thing in the whole wide world, and I had to play along." Haylie snapped.
"I wouldn't do that, and you know it." Ryan pointed out.
"I know..." Haylie trailed off, as she tried to focus on the movie, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ryan frown.
"You think I'm going to play a prank on you? Is that it?" Ryan asked.
"No, that's--"
"Because what I said before, I will never do that to you. If you haven't noticed, I'm the excate opposite of Connor." Ryan stated, cutting her off.
Finally, the frown that had on Haylie's lips for half the night vanished into a smile.
"I know that, and why do you think I wanted to date you in the first place?"
"Because Troy and the rest of the basketball team was taken?" Ryan asked, and Haylie rolled her eyes playfully.
"Maybe so, but I think I told you this a thousand times: your way more different than any jock I had ever came a cross."
"That's because most jocks wouldn't dare to get up on stage. Unless your Troy, of course." Ryan replied, and Haylie laughed.
"Point taken, then." Haylie said, as she snuggled up close to the blonde, her head nearly on his shoulder, but ended up on the side of his chest instead.
Ryan looked down at the small girl who was looking at the television screen.
"You know, my chest isn't the most comfortablest place in the world--"
"I like it here." Haylie explained, dismissing Ryan's offer for a pillow.
"Alright then." Ryan said, giving the girl a smile.
It wasn't like Ryan hated Haylie snuggling up to him every chance she got (every guy liked a girl cuddling up to him, right?), it was just afterwards, she'd fall asleep, and Ryan would have to find some way to release himself without waking her up.
Did we forget to mention that this happens every single time they have a weekly Friday night movie?
After the movie was over, Ryan looked down at his girlfriend, who seemed have fallen asleep, and was sleeping peacefully against him.
Ryan smiled at her for a few minutes, but then realized he had to get going. Slowly, without waking her, he made sure her head was on a pillow, and gathered up the empty popcorn bowls, and setted them down in the sink, and then went back out into the livingroom.
Throwing a blanket over her was another custom of Ryan's ritual, and ending it with a soft kiss on the lips, before throwing on his coat, and closing the door silently.
