Ryder hovered beside me, looking uncertain as to whether he wanted to sit or remain standing. The band continued to play in the background. There were no vocals, just the raw, ragged, violent thrash that was their signature sound.I looked up at Ryder, feeling his eyes on me. He mouthed something, but I couldn't make out what he was saying over the reverberating noise.Shaking my head and pointing to my ear, I gestured that I couldn't hear him.He sighed and leaned down, all but yelling into my ear, "Are you okay? You look like you're freaking out." Then he gave me a concerned look.Jesus, was it that obvious...I shook my head, brushing him off. "No, I'm fine," I yelled back. "Just... uh..." I sighed and decided to be honest. "I feel like I'm intruding," I admitted.The whole conversation seemed so weird because we were yelling at one another.He chuckled, his eyes lighting up. "It's only weird if you make it weird."It was something he had said to me before. In the beginning, when I
Ryder was still hovering where Cal had been set up, absentmindedly strumming a shiny blue guitar and pressing some pedals on the floor in front of him, changing the sound it made."I’m glad," he said, his eyes focused on the pedals. "I had fun too," he went on with a small absentminded smile.I was about to thank him for the enjoyable afternoon and make my exit when Ryder suddenly blew into Cal’s mic, the sound crackling through the speakers and taking me by surprise.Without missing a beat, he began to play.The song was vaguely familiar. It was some grungy 90s song with heavy distortion on the guitar.I watched him thoughtfully, recognizing the tune but not able to place it.I still wanted to leave, but now he was playing and he looked pretty invested. I didn't want to interrupt him, but I also felt like it would be rude to just leave, so I figured I had to stick around, waiting until he was done.The sofa was comfortable and I had my phone, so realistically, a couple of extra minut
“I miss you too,” I replied, wiping a tear from my cheek.I couldn’t hold it back any longer. The sadness and misery and that feeling of loss and regret and emptiness that had been building up inside me finally broke free. “I miss what we had. I miss us,” I confessed, wiping away the stream of tears that had begun to spill from my eyes.Ryder quickly set his guitar aside, coming over to the sofa I was sitting on. He rested a hand on my shoulder, rubbing it reassuringly as he said, "Don't cry.""I can't help it!" I replied, the tears relentless."God, you're gonna make me cry," he murmured, sounding mildly embarrassed.I wiped my eyes and looked up at him and saw it was true. His eyes were red and I could see he was doing his best to fight them back.He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before taking a seat on the sofa beside me.Neither of us sat comfortably. We were both perched on the edge, as if waiting for the room around us to start collapsing at any moment.He took a
I sat there beside Ryder, the weight of our conversation pressing down on me. We had both said some stuff, trying to piece together our broken relationship, but the air between us remained thick with what was still left unspoken.I could feel his eyes on me, waiting, searching for a sign of what would come next, but I wasn’t sure myself. Did we just let bygones be bygones and move forward? Or did we need to hash it all out, drag everything into the light, and dissect it piece by piece?“I dunno...” I admitted with a shrug, feeling the uncertainty gnaw at me.This was by far the most serious and complicated relationship I’d ever been in, and I felt completely out of my depth. My issues with Tyler never seemed to go this deep, and even though I’d had fights and arguments with ex-boyfriends before, nothing really compared to this.When you fight with a boyfriend, you can break up or make up, or even break up and then get back together later. But Ryder wasn’t just a boyfriend. He was my m
Silence settled comfortably between Ryder and I, a quiet that felt more like a shared understanding than the usual awkward pauses I'd become accustomed to of late.My phone buzzed with a notification, breaking the stillness. I retrieved it from the cushion beside me, wondering who it was that was messaging me.Jenna:Sooooooooooo, I’ve spoken to my parents and made arrangements at work and stuff. I can only get a week off, but I was thinking I could maybe come on the weekend if that suits you guys?My face lit up instantly and I could feel a surge of excitement bubble up inside me.It finally felt like things were starting to go right for me. I'd had a great day with Juno and the rest of the band, I'd made up with Ryder, and now Jenna was coming to stay!I texted her back furiously, the smile that had embedded itself on my face not wavering for even a moment.Ryder must have noticed my expression. "Good news?" he asked as I pressed send, unable to suppress the huge, beaming smile on m
“Um... we're going to have dinner now. Are you coming?” I offered, my voice laced with hope. I wanted to spend more time with Tyler before Monday came, knowing he’d be busy with classes and all of his other responsibilities.I knew there were also risks though. Tyler hadn't seemed particularly happy about me and Ryder making up, so I took into consideration the possibility that dinner could potentially end up being a rather awkward situation, or could possibly even escalate to some kind of fight or argument. But there was also the chance that it might help smooth things over between them, and that's what I was hoping for.Tyler hesitated, his brow furrowing as he seemed to consider all the same possibilities. But after a moment, he nodded, which made me smile.We headed to the kitchen together and found Ryder rummaging through the pantry cupboard.“So, what’s for dinner?” I asked with a sigh, leaning against one of the counters with Tyler beside me.Ryder turned around, catching sight
An uneasy silence had made its way into the room since Ryder's mention of the black wolf. It was a heavy, almost palpable tension that seemed to wrap itself around us.Tyler seemed uncertain what to make of it though, and continued to glance between Ryder and I as if he was missing something.The silence lingered on, thick and uncomfortable, as if everyone was waiting for me to say something. Ryder probably wanted me to accept his apology, or at least acknowledge it, while Tyler likely wanted more information.It was like a standoff of unspoken words, each of us waiting for the next one to break the silence.Finally, I groaned dramatically and leaned back against the coffee table, setting the controller down on the floor in front of me with a resigned sigh. "Guess we may as well talk about it," I relented, my shoulders drooping. There goes the fun, I thought to myself.Tyler still looked confused, his head tilting slightly as he tried to make sense of everything."You mean about the
(Tyler's POV)As soon as Kate disappeared from the room, I turned to face Ryder, my jaw set and my eyes narrowing as I glared at him. He looked up at me with a knowing expression, his posture relaxed but his eyes cautious."I know what you're going to say," he stated, raising his hands in a gesture of innocence, as if he could somehow ward off the storm he knew was coming."What am I going to say?" I asked, my voice low and controlled, but laced with the anger that simmered just beneath the surface."You're going to threaten me," he replied, already sounding exasperated before our little conversation had even begun.I took a step closer, my glare intensifying as I regarded him. My demeanor was menacing, a clear warning that I wasn't fucking around."Ryder, I want you to understand that I mean this very seriously. If you hurt her, I WILL kill you. Maybe Dad will step in first and save you again, but he's not always around..." My voice was firm, leaving no room for misunderstandings.Ry