"Hey, Luna! Why did you-," Ryan started
"You have 10 fucking seconds to explain who the hell you are and why I have you in my phone," Luna whispered. Ryan turned around and faced the river. He bit his lip and replied.
"I can't tell you," He mumbled, head facing at the dirt.
"And why the fuck not?" Luna asked, furiously. She swung Ryan around to face her, but their eyes never met. Ryan continued to stare at the ground in silence.
"Well, this is just awesome. I have some random guy popping in my dreams, my mom mentioning some 'memory spell' and some guy's phone number in my contacts that I never even asked for," Luna said, throwing her arms up in frustration. Ryan grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him. He brought her up to him just close enough to where Ryan's lip met Luna's ear.
"We can't talk here, they are watching," Ryan whispered, gesturing towards the streets. Luna, drenched in fear, relaxed when Ryan slowly let her go. She had an urge to just run. Run far away from her problems, but this wasn't the case.
"Follow me," Ryan muttered as he started down the road. Cars spurred past them in a blur and the sound of beeping cars and fire trucks drowned out Luna's thoughts. She walked beside Ryan, glancing at him, as he stared forward, a look of determination set on his face. He was beautiful. Luna wanted to just grab him and kiss him forever. She never wanted to let him go. Luna had barely even known him, but when she first saw him, her heart had skipped a beat. Lost in thought, she was brought back to where she stood by Ryan. Ryan stopped in a big apartment complex. The yellow building was smeared with dirt and debris. Ryan flipped through a few dozen keys to find the right one. He opened the door and headed up the stairs. Hesitant, Luna followed, eventually catching up. He opened the door to his apartment and threw off his coat. His bed was a dark plaid color that was a mess. Clothes were thrown everywhere! His desk sat in the corner, with his computer and a few pictures. Ryan closed the blinds and shut his apartment door, with a worried look on his face.
"Tell me what you know so far?" Ryan asked, nervously.
"Not much. I told my mom about you and then she started freaking out. She was on the phone and she mentioned something about a memory spell, and then I was trying to find my friends number in my phone, and, look," Luna replied, shoving her phone at him. He looked down in curiosity and pressed the contact.
"That's when I wanted to call and see who's number it was, and it was yours," Luna finished. Ryan quickly changed the contact to 'Ryan' and handed it back to her.
"Ryan, what the fuck is going on?" Luna asked again. She stared in his eyes curiously, so tempted to curl up next to him and wake up beside him. Ryan tore his eyes away from hers.
"The only thing I can give you, is some advice," Ryan said.
"Alright," Luna replied, eager
"Stay away from me, Luna. I'm nothing but trouble," Ryan said with regret
"Just tell me what's going on!" Luna said impatiently
"That's all I can tell you, Luna. My hands are tied!" Ryan shouted, lifting his arms.
"And what happens if you do tell me what's going on?" Luna asked
"They are going to hurt you in every way possible and make me watch," Ryan replied, a tear fell to his cheek. Luna walked up to him, but Ryan tensed and backed away. She lifted an eyebrow at him, and walked toward him again. She took her forefinger and wiped a tear.
"Who's they?" Luna whispered.
"The Clan," Ryan replied, staring at his rusty floorboards.
