-Brendon-
I sat around my house waiting for any messages from Ryan. I knew his father wouldn't take it well, but he had to stupid place. After the accident two weeks ago, enough was enough. We'd officially started dating and I managed to tell my parents. They were fine with it. Weird right? I told them what Ryan was going through and they'd agreed to take him in...as long as we didn't do...stuff.
Bing!
I'd gotten a message.
"All packed and ready to go! :) hope you have a bed ready for me ;)"
I smiled and went downstairs, out the door and onto the footpath to see him walking down the street. I ran up to him and grabbed his suitcase.
"how'd you manage to get out in one piece?" I asked. I knew it wouldn't have been that easy.
"he wasn't home...I got everything packed as fast as I could," he replied nervously. We reached my house and I opened the door for him and lead him to a room under the house.
"so here's your room," I said, opening the door to reveal a reasonably sized room with a made up double bed and a closet. "there's your own bathroom down here as well and..." Before I could finish my sentence Ryan had his lips on mine. I dropped the suitcases and moved my arms around his waist. He moved his hands up through my hair and we slowly moved towards the bed. He took his lips off mine and smiled at me playfully and pushed me onto the bed. I smiled back at him and he moved to straddle me. He put is face close to mine.
"thank you so much," he whispered before putting his lips to mine. It started of soft and sweet and then became more passionate. I rolled over so I was on top of him and he started unbuttoning my shirt.
I removed my lips from his and rolled over onto my back, breathing heavily.
"We can't do that stuff, Ryan," I said with my breathing becoming more normal. I rolled over onto my left side to face him, but he was looking at the roof.
"Then what do you want?" He asked, sounding somewhat hurt.
"I want you, but...just not now, not here," I responded. Wow, I never in my life had imagined saying this to a guy...who was my boyfriend.
He turned his head to face me. He smiled at me. I wasn't sure if it was genuine or not, but this boy's smile just made me want to melt.

I heard my mother come home and I was still downstairs with Ryan.
"Brendon! Where are you? Is Ry-" she'd walked into the room where Ryan had fallen asleep with his head on my chest. She looked at us in awe before starting a new sentence. "oh my," she said, still in awe, "dinner will be ready at 8, okay?" I nodded and she left the room, closing the door behind her.
I looked down to Ryan who was so peaceful. I took in every feature. I moved my arm from his waist and patted his head. He seemed to notice and stir in his sleep, but he didn't wake. He began to mumble in his sleep.
"Brendon, I really lo-" and he sneezed. Apparently sneezing wakes him up.
"Morning sleepyhead," I said with a smile on my face. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and proceeded to give me a very sarcastic look. I moved my head down to his and gave him a quick kiss, that he didn't want to be so quick. I pulled away and he looked disappointed.
"c'mon, we have to help my mother make dinner," I said and he groaned.
"one thing," he said, pulling me back before I could get up from the bed, "sleep with me here tonight?" He asked.
"fine," I replied after seconds of the puppy dog face that made my heart melt. I got up and helped Ryan off the bed he gave me a quick hug and followed me upstairs to help my mother.