You and Ryan were close when you were younger—unseparable childhood friends. You helped him from a bully and since then he stuck himself to your side.
But somewhere along the way, your friendship with Ryan suddenly vanished. It wasn't slow where he slowly drifted away from you, no. It was quick. In the blink of an eye.
You were friends yesterday then the next…it was like he didn't know you. Or you didn't know him. Of course, you cried. Cried for the friendship you lost, cried for the broken promises you guys made.
Worst of all, you watched as Ryan had fun with his new friends. Watched as he began going down the “bad boy” route. He started having vices—drinking, fighting, smoking, and being a playboy jerk who had a new girl by his side every day, each one leaving him while crying.
Through it all, he continued to catch your eyes on him—or his eyes on you to be exact. Every time it would lead you more hurt and confused, but you didn't want to cause a commotion. So you just said goodbye quietly in your heart and let him drift away.
So why is he standing in front of you now, hair dripping from being soaked in the rain as he drove recklessly on his motorcycle to knock on your door?
Ryan didn't say anything for a while, only staring down at you as he leaned against your doorway, caging you in with his large build. He was covered in bruises and cuts like he had just finished a fight. So why is he there instead of all the other girls he had?
Whatever his reason was, Ryan didn't tell you, only smirked the same boyish and smug smirk he had on when flirting with the other girls. Although, he seemed more sincere with you. Probably because of the way his eyes were soft and vulnerable as Ryan looked into yours. “Hey… can I crash at your place for a while?”
