Obviously, I'm not the only one who is good at staying mad for extended periods of time. I expected that Ryan would call me later that night, and we'd work things out. He most definitely did not. Eventually, I gave up my staring contest with my cell phone and went to bed, exhausted from the drama of the long day.
As much as my mind wanted to stay awake and dwell on all possible implications of my conversation with Ryan, my body forced me to go to sleep. I awoke short thereafter to the sound of my annoying cell phone. I thought through, and realized that my cell phone had woken me up the last week, and I was beginning to think that it deserved to be thrown into the ocean. Against better judgment, which told me to let it go to voicemail, I grabbed for it blindly. I flipped it open, and realized that it was none other than Wolfe.
"Hello?" I answered warily.
"I can't sleep." he stated simply.
"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do about-"
"Can I come over?" he asked, his voice small, pleading. I debated in my mind, but finally, that sad voice broke my heart.
"I thought you didn't need, or want me to take care of you." I asked. My heart may have broken, but even I couldn't resist a bit of sarcasm.
"I lie when I'm angry." he told me, as if it was the most obvious thing ever. I laughed lightly and rolled my eyes.
"Come on over, Ryan." I finally agreed. He mumbled an okay and hung up. I looked towards the clock and my jaw fell open when I noticed that it was the middle of the night. Taking care of Ryan Wolfe requires late nights and early mornings, but I don't think I'd have it any other way. I deiced that I should get up and wait for him, so I padded into the kitchen and began making some tea. About fifteen minutes later, my doorbell rang. I opened it and smiled at his disheveled appearance. He wore a sweatshirt that said "Boston College" and baggy sweatpants with running shoes. His hair was sticking up and his eyes were bloodshot. It really was cute, I promise.
No sooner had I opened the door, Ryan stepped in, closed the door, and pinned me to the wall. I gasped at his quick movement, but relaxed as I felt his lips crash into my own. The kiss wasn't soft, like our usual ones. This one was an apology, and a request for forgiveness.
"I'm sorry" He mumbled into the kiss. I pulled back and searched his eyes, looking for sincerity. I found it.
"I was only trying to help." I said, kissing his shoulder, through the thick material of the sweatshirt.
"I know. It was—it was just a long day." he admitted, pulling me into an embrace.
"We all have our days." I stated simply, applying a chaste kiss to his mouth. I pulled back and he leant in so our foreheads were touching. Nothing could describe how perfect that moment was, to this day. There was no hostility or anger. Now when I looked into his eyes, I didn't hear the voices of teenagers making fun of me. I didn't feel the embarrassment that he'd caused. I only felt my heart swell with love for this man, who'd turned out to surprise me more than I ever could have imagined.
"I could sleep knowing that you were upset with me." he said, guiding me into my bedroom.
"Funny, because I wasn't having any trouble at all." I teased, earning a stern glare and a soft smack on the butt. I giggled, which again is rare, and snuggled up next to him on the bed. His arms wrapped around me tightly, and I felt him relax against me. I kissed him again; a gesture which I hope showed him that I indeed forgave any wrongdoing. Ryan smiled and closed his eyes.
"You know what?" he asked.
"What?" I replied.
"It scares me sometimes, how fast I'm falling in love with you. I'm not like this. I never apologize first, except with Calleigh. I'm not used to thinking about someone other than myself. When I'm with you, everything is fine, but when I'm without you, everything gets so messed up, and I can barely function. This feeling is so foreign to me. I've never felt like this with anyone, and I honestly don't think I ever will again."
Now, if you know Ryan Wolfe at all, you know that these statements are completely out of character for him. I'd bet that even his closest friends and co-workers would be shocked to hear him utter these words. Take that amount of shock, and multiply it by a thousand. I was deeply touched by the things he said. This confirmed my prayers that Ryan Wolfe had indeed changed, because the man I knew in high school wouldn't have ever said those things.
At that moment, every last wall that I had built around myself came crashing down. I felt my eyes well up with tears and I couldn't help but let them out. He looked concerned for a moment, but then I smiled and he relaxed, realizing that I was fine. I kissed him gently and he wiped away the few renegade tears that had fallen.
"You do realize that the things that you just told me have made it clear that I have fallen completely in love with you, right?" I asked, tearfully, clinging to him.
"I'm glad. I hate rejection."
b blah blah. anyways, I hope you liked it. I know I promised more angst, but Christmas is here and I was in the mood for sweetnessss. hope you enjoyed. Happy Holidays. /b