Will's POV

I was awoken to conversation in the other room.

"It's your own damn fault!" I recognized Ryan's voice, and for the first time, noticed his absence in the bed.

I guessed he was on the phone with someone, by the pauses and then angry replies. But who?

"Yeah, I know you don't remember a thing from last night.

Because you were probably wasted out of your mind.

"Will doesn't deserve this, Sonny. You, of all people, should know that." Oh. Him. Pause. "I am not! I am not, nor have I ever tried to steal him from you. You know I've felt for him, but I have pushed my feelings aside so that he can be happy.

No matter what, I've always looked out for Will's well-being.

I've never given two hints of a shit about you. I've never liked you, simply because I knew something like this would happen.

And that's why he's with me right now, because I'm not letting you hurt him this way anymore, if I can help it."

"No, I don't know what he's going to decide. If I were in his place, I wouldn't forgive you, but that's for you and him to work out. No, you can't talk to him. He's asleep."

There was a suspenseful pause, and then a bitter laugh. "Whatever. Bye Sonny."

I pulled the covers over my mouth, and rolled onto my side, pretending I was still asleep.

A moment later, I heard the door open, and quiet feet approached the bed. No doubt it was Ryan.

I remained "asleep" even when he sat down on the edge of the bed beside me.

"I'm so sorry, Will." Ryan let out a sigh, and I kept my eyes closed as he continued to whisper. "You never deserved this.

You never deserved any of what you've been through. You're so... so amazing, in every way. And I know you'll never really feel for me, because of him. But I understand. I don't expect you to leave him.

Regardless, you deserve so, so much more than him. He's put you through hell, and still you stay with him. I don't understand it.

All I know is I am so envious of him..." There was a slight pause. "I wish I could be the one to hold you, to take away the pain.

I'm so thankful for last night, that you stayed with me... I know it sounds weird, and maybe even a little creepy, but

I've written song after song after you, and I..."

I felt my stomach flip, and my lips curled into a smile.

"I love you, Will." I felt his fingertips brush my bangs out of my eyes, and he planted a kiss on my forehead.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked up at him.

"Oh." He gave a shy smile. "You're awake."

I nodded. I could feel myself blushing.

"You uh... you got a phone call." He held out my phone, still in his hand from earlier.

"Who from?" I asked, convincingly.

"Uh... Sonny." Ryan got to his feet, and I sat up.

"Don't want to talk to him." I sighed and tossed my phone onto the nightstand beside the bed.

"Understandable." He returned to his former position on the bed, beside me. "What are you going to do?"

I shook my head slowly, the burden of decision weighing on my chest. "I can't just leave him. I don't know what I'm going to do. If I left, I'd be homeless, I have no way to support myself, I just..." I sighed.

"I wouldn't let that happen." Ryan gave a comforting smile. "You could stay here. And I'll figure out something for a job.

That is, if you decide on that..."

I gave him a grateful smile. "Thank you. I don't know what I'm going to decide, though..."

"We'll figure this out. That's what friends are, right?" Ryan returned my smile.

"I guess so..." I leaned into him, and felt his arms wrap themselves around me. Strangely enough, it comforted me.

I gave a comical grin when he looked down at me, my own expression reflected on his face.

Our eyes locked, and I felt myself involuntarily leaning in.

Before I knew what was happening, my lips brushed against his, and impulsively, I leaned in closer, pressing my lips against his.

"Will..." I heard his voice whisper my name, and I pulled away for a moment.

I felt both guilty, and high.

What did it matter? Sonny had had sex with another guy last night. This? This was just a kiss.

But something told me it was the start to more.

"Yeah?" I asked quietly.

"I love you." Ryan gave a smile, and, blushing, I leaned into him again without a reply.

The guilt remained, but overshadowing it were my now-definite feelings for Ryan.

What am I going to do about this? I asked myself quietly, my head on his shoulder.

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