Disclaimer: I do not own Ryan.
RYAN'S P.O.V.
I dropped Haley off at her house and rode off down Elm Street. Riding home. When I got home, I showed Marc my awesome new guitar. "Radical, Where'd you get that." He asked. "Oh, Joey gave it to me. I think I'm gonna start a band." I said, hoping he wouldn't laugh. "That's chill, go for it." I walked down the hall from the kitchen, and into my room. My room was covered in Dave Matthews, Sting, Paul Simon, and Bill Withers posters. I grabbed a notebook and took a sharpie and wrote 'RYAN'S SONGS' and took the peice of paper I had wrote earlier at Joeys. And started playing it out on my guitar. "Do you ever wonder. If we were not friends, I know it's hard to ponder. But there's reasons for that. Yeah yeah yeah. But I can't go on without you. It's burning inside my head, But I feel, so alone without you." Then, Marc walked in, "Rad lyrics bro," He said snatching my notebook, "Wow, powerful stuff. By any chance, this about Haley." "What? Noo!" I said, defendfully. "Whatever, later, dude, I'm going out." He left. I sat on my bed, thinking, I really don't know how I feel about Hals, If I do like her, would it be akward... I don't know. I went into the kitchen, grabbed the phone, and dialed Haley's house. Ryan, what are you doing, you can't tell her! I hung up. What would I tell her? That I'm confused if I like her or not. Just then my phone rang... "Yo."
Haley's P.O.V.
I walked in and the house was filled with yummy smells, "Hey, mom!" I shouted through the house. "Hey, I'm in the kitchen." I went into the kitchen and saw my mom was cooking white chicken and yellow rice. "Mmm, looks good, I'm going upstairs, call me when it's done." And I ran up the stairs. I placed my guitar next to my bed, and kicked off those ugly, gross shoes, and sat on my bed. I sat there look at my ceiling, What was that all about, he normally says bye and rides off but he waited for me to get to the door, and said see you tomorrow, this is way weird. I picked up my phone, and dialed Ryan's number. It was busy. I guess it was a sign. So, I took my guitar and started to just plainly strum it, when my little sister, Emma walked in. "Get out, please." I asked her. "But I wanna play," She said. "Play barbies!" "No," I picked up my phone, "I'm on the phone." She left. So, I dialed Ryan's number.. Ring.
Normal P.O.V.
"Yo." Ryan said as if he was expexting a call. "Hey, whats up?" "Oh, nothing, home alone, Marc just left, You?" "Nothing, just being bother by little sisters. Hah," Ryan laughed a little. "So, umm, at Joey's, when you were playing that song..." Ryan cut her off. "We're friends right, So I shouldn't keep anything from you." He took a big breath, "I think I might like you. I'm not sure, When I was playing that song, the words just came some natural." Haley was quiet. "So, if this is going to be akward betwe-" "Well, I kinda like you too, it's just that, I'm not sure, because, I don't want us to go out for like 3 weeks, then never talk again." She finally said. "Hals, I'd never do that, if we did break up, I'd still be there for you, and be you freind. No matter what." "Yeah, I know. Can I think about it." "Sure, because, I'm still not sure about my feelings either." Ryan said. Haley was smiling, when her mom called her down for supper, "Well, I got to go, Dinner." "Okay, call me afterward, and we can talk about our music." She hung up. Ryan clicked the off button, and just starred at his phone, and went back to writing.