So, it's been over a year since I last touched this fic. I was about to stop it, but people are still reading and asking for more, so here's more, but with something different.

Chapter 4

Russ's P.O.V.

I quickly slipped out the front door and slowly walked down to my car, still comprehending what I just overheard. Ryan was talking to Red, about me. That alone was a bizarre notion, but the fact they were talking about me and him was different. I turned on my car and started driving away from his house, to my favorite thinking place. As I reached my destination, I sat down on the brown bench hiding in a thicket of woods near a public park.

Suddenly, my memories started flooding back to me when I was just a little kid with Ryan. I had just come out to my parents as bisexual and the next day I met Ryan, which seemed like fate. I was only 15, but I could still tell that Ryan was a very attractive person that got my heart beating. To this day, none of my friends know that I'm bi, except Red.

I remember when we first became friends. I saw him in the hallway on the first day of sophomore year as I was heading to Biology. He ended up turning the same way as me and walked into my classroom. He sat near the back, and I instinctively sat next to him. I quickly introduced myself, "Hi, I'm Russ."

With a smile, he looked back to me and replied, "I'm Ryan, nice to meet you!"

As we got older, we became better friends. As we became better friends, I was falling harder and harder for him. It came to the point when every time I saw his face, my heart would leap. I wanted to kiss him so badly, but my fear of losing him kept me from doing so.

Then, one day, Red came along. It was end of junior year. I was a 17 year old with no girlfriend (or boyfriend) and I was getting lonely. Ryan was still my best friend, and I still had feelings for him, but he was untouchable because of his girlfriend Cheyenne. We went to a house party one night, me and him, and as the night went on, I saw a reoccurring red head wandering through the house. I managed to go up to her after some time and introduce myself. As we kept talking, a relationship flourished and by the next week we were dating.

The relationship was somewhat rocky over the years, with breaks and "seeing other people" in between. I dated 4 other girls but always came back to Red, and she did the same with me. We always knew that we could always see each other when things went bad.

It was my 21st birthday when I moved in with her. We decided to officially "go steady" and be a true couple with no breaks. All throughout this time, I still had feelings for Ryan. Red found out 2 years later.

She said she always suspected that I might be bi, especially by the ways I look at some men. She said that she expected me to grow out of it by the time I was 23, but that didn't happen. I guess you could say it was because I still loved Ryan.

The fact that now my best friend was talking to my ex about dating me was something so surreal that I had to leave. My heart was just so excited that I couldn't handle even looking at my ten year long crush.

As I started to emerge from my thoughts, I ran my hands through my hair, straightened my glasses resting on my nose, and stood to return to Ryan. With my heart still pounding, I got in my car and drove off back towards his house. Once I reached the front door, I hesitated before knocking on the door. I built up enough courage and knocked a couple times on the door, taking a step back to breathe.

It took ten seconds for the door to creak open. Ten seconds wasn't nearly enough time for me to strategize just what I was going to do once I saw his face. Once the door fully opened and I saw his face, I heard a sigh of relief escape his lips. I did what my brain commanded me to do in the moment.

I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into a warm embrace.

"Hi," I muttered, my voice muffled by his neck. I waited for a response but got none, only a tight hold clinging onto me. I reluctantly pulled away and met my eyes with his. "Ryan?" I asked, seeing if he would say anything.

"I… I thought you were gone for good," He said, relief washing over him, his eyes lighting up and a wide grin spreading over his face. "I didn't know if you heard the whole conversation with Red, but I'm really sorry if there is any misunder-".

Ryan's voice was cut off by the soft touch of lips. I felt him melt into the hold, our lips carefully dancing together. We pulled away after our lungs cried out for air. Yet again, I grasped him into a hug and before he could question me, I whispered into his ear, "I've been waiting ten years to do that."

That took some getting into it, but I think I've improved in the past year with my writing. Sorry for the sudden change of POV and the whole flashback thing, but I think the story needed more backstory to their relationship and I wanted to try out Russ's POV for a change. Thanks for reading and reviewing!