"So... uh... whose house are we going to?" I ask nervously. Be mine. Be mine. Be mine, please.
"How about your house? You have more movies then I do," yes!
I'm going to throw up. She said yes. Oh lord, help me.
"How late can you stay?"
"Probably all night, it's Friday anyway" all night. I'm spending all night with her.
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Ryan~
RomanceThis story is in the POV of the name in the title (Ryan). A story told through the eyes of a lovesick teenager, Ryan. *slow updates* -english project pay no mind to unfinished bad work lmao sorry-
