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Tell Me How You Love
Uhmmm… I dunno. I'm tired and bored… The perfect conditions for writing another
oneshot, I guess. I think I write too many of these… O.o
I sat quietly on my couch in my small apartment, chowing down greedily on yesterday's Chinese
take-out I had reheated. The movie playing on the television was beginning to get boring, and I was
just about to change the channel before I was interrupted by a knock at my door.
I paused for a second, dreading who I believed to be visiting me at one in the morning. I sighed and
turned off the TV, setting the white carton of food on the coffee table before slowly making my way
towards my front door. Once I got there, I paused again before unlocking it and swinging it open. I
groaned at the sight in front of me.
There, slumped against the doorframe with a goofy smile on his face, was my best friend since senior
year in high school: Ryan Ross. He looked up at me and blinked harshly.
“KRIZZZZZZYY!” He slurred, taking a step forward and falling onto me. I stumbled
backwards a bit, but managed to hold myself, and Ryan, up.
“Ryan…” I muttered, helping him stand. When it seemed that he wouldn't be able to
do so by himself, I leaned him up against the nearest wall before closing the door to my apartment.
Turning around, I took in his appearance. His face was unshaven and his skin was paler than normal.
His lips were still curved up in that stupid smile and his pupils were dilated.
“Fuck, Ryan.” I began, going over to look in his eyes. “Are you high?”
“HIGHER THAN A BIRD IN THE SKY!” He said loudly with a chuckle. I rolled my eyes.
“Ryan, you can't keep doing this to yourself!” My words seemed to bounce right off him,
as he had picked a string of my shirt and had begun to play with it. I snatched it out of his hands
and held it in my fist. “LISTEN TO ME, ROSS!”
Ryan looked at me with saddened eyes. “You took Mr. Biffles…” He whispered
With a sigh, I led him to the couch and sat him down. I took the spot right next to him and held his
face in my hands in order to force him to look at me.
“Ry, please. Hear me out.” He looked at me in concentration, trying hard to focus on
what I was saying. “You haven't been acting like yourself lately. First, you cheated on your
girlfriend. And that didn't just affect you and her, you know.” I paused for a second, waiting
for him to catch up. “Keltie was my friend, Ryan. And now our friendship is strained because
I'm so close to you. Do you understand?”
He nodded slightly, so I continued. “And now, you're going out every night and getting high!
This is not the Ryan Ross I know. You need to stop this before you do some permanent
Ryan seemed to think about this. “But it feels so good to get high, Krissy!” He stated
I placed a hand on his shoulder and changed my tone as if I was talking to a first grader. “I
know, Ry. But it's very bad for you.” He looked at me in confusion. “It kills
brain cells, Ryan. It makes you stupid. Do you want to be stupid?”
He shook his head violently and I smiled. “Good. Now let's get you to bed. All you can do is
sleep this off.”
I stood up to lead him to my bedroom, but he stayed where he was on the couch and stared up at me.
“Can…can I have Mr. Biffles back now?”
With another sigh, I shook my head. “No, Ryan. You cannot have… `Mr. Biffles'
back. You can only get him back if you promise to never do drugs or get drunk again. Got it?”
Ryan stuck out his bottom lip and crossed his arms in pouting. “NO! I want Mr. Biffles
NOW!” With that statement, he grabbed for my clenched fist; I pulled out of his grasp.
He stood up and tried to pry my hand open. “Gimme!”
I pulled away once more and quickly placed the string in my mouth. He gaped, then got a disgusted
look on his face, causing me to smile triumphantly. But before I could say anything smug, his lips
crashed into mine harshly.
I stood still, shocked. Ryan gently pulled me back down on the couch and onto his lap, beginning to
move his lips sensually against mine; I didn't know how to react. For as long as I could remember
I've had a crush on him, but I never really thought that it would go anywhere. As he brushed his
tongue along my bottom lip, I forgot all about him being high and allowed him entrance. Just as I
was completely losing myself in the kiss, he pulled away suddenly and I was thrust back into
I was panting, and he seemed not to be phased at all. With a big grin, he reached his fingers into
his mouth and pulled out a long black string. My heart sunk as I realized what his true intentions
were: to retrieve Mr. Biffles from the captivity of my mouth. How could I be so stupid as to think
he really liked me?
“Ha!” He stated triumphantly, spittle hitting my face. “I win!”
I tried not to glare too hard, as he really had no idea what he had done. “To bed, Ross.
Ryan looked at me in surprised. I never called him by his last name. Confused, and a bit hurt, he
stood up silently and walked into my bedroom; I followed closely. Once inside the room, I began
unbuttoning his pants while he played with Mr. Biffles. I was used to doing this. After all, he
would show up at my doorstep about once a week or so either completely wasted or high out of his
mind. Nevertheless, it still was hard to undress him and not be able to caress his soft, pale skin
Once his pants were in a pile at his feet, I began unbuttoning his shirt. Finally, when Ryan was in
nothing but his boxers, I led him over to the bed and tucked him in like a child. He placed the
black string on the extra pillow next to his head and wished it good night before closing his eyes
and falling asleep immediately.
I resisted the urge to kiss his forehead as I walked out of my bedroom and flipped off the light. As
I lay on the couch, attempting to fall asleep, I couldn't help the tears that began to flow freely.
The Next Morning, Ryan's POV
I awoke the next day with a pounding headache, and I knew exactly why. As I opened my eyes, I found
myself once again in Kristine's apartment. With a sigh, I sat up tenderly and rubbed my eyes. As I
sat there quietly, bits and pieces of last night began playing like a movie in my head. When it came
back to me that I had kissed my best friend, my body grew tense and my mouth dry.
I had kissed her. I had kissed the girl I've been madly in love with since we met. And from
what I could remember, she kissed back. She kissed back?! I ran my hands through my wavy
brown hair in frustration. There's no way Krissy liked me the way I liked her. And if she did at one
point, my behavior lately would definitely put an end to that.
After a few more minutes of arguing with myself I got up from the bed and made my way out to the
living room, ignoring my aching head. I saw a blanket covered Krissy on the couch and walked slowly
over to her; she was still asleep. I was about to go into the kitchen to grab a snack before I
noticed she had dry tear streaks staining her gorgeous features.
Rage consumed me as imagined beating whoever made her cry to a bloody pulp. It then dawned on me
that it was me who caused her to shed those tears. Dropping to my knees in front of her, I
gently brushed a strand of her soft brown hair out of her face, causing her to stir awake. When
Krissy saw me, she gave me a sleepy smile and stretched.
“Good morning, Ry.” Her eyes shot open. “Ryan.” She said sternly.
I gave a guilty smile. “Hey…”
Sitting up immediately, she pointed to the door. “You know the drill. Get out.”
I sighed and sat next to her on the couch, taking her outstretched hand and lacing her fingers with
“Kris…” I began, choking on my words. “I'm sorry. So sorry.”
She pulled out of my grasp, obviously hurt. “Oh, shut up, Ryan. I know you're not sorry. You
never are. You just say that, then show up on my doorstep again a week later intoxicated out of your
mind. So just cut the crap and… leave.” Krissy forced the last word past her lips in
disgust before turning away from me.
I stared at the back of her head for a moment before I spoke.
“I'm not leaving.” My abrupt statement caused her to jump in her seat a bit. Another
moment of silence ensued before she slowly turned to face me.
I placed my hand on her cheek softly. “Help me, Kris. I need you.”
Her breathing quickened and I could almost see the questions and consequences running through her
mind behind those gorgeous blue eyes of hers. She still remained quiet, so I continued on.
“Krissy, I'm not completely sure what happened last night, but I think…” I
paused, wracking my brain for that one specific fuzzy memory. “I think there was kiss
Krissy's cheeks flushed bright red as she moved away from my touch. “Mr.
Biffles…” she mumbled almost incoherently.
She looked back up at me blankly. “You were trying to get your pet string back.”
Pause. “And you had it in your mouth?” I asked, confused.
“I was trying to keep you from getting it.”
“I see…” Another pause. “And I kissed you?”
Krissy nodded. “To get it back.”
“But that would mean…” I let the sentence trail off, but Krissy finished it.
“Yes, Ryan. You French kissed me.” She said, her voice shaky.
I took an uneven breath and looked down at my hands, trying to remember the feeling of her lips
against mine. Nothing came to mind. It was still all a blur.
“Now, if you don't mind,” she began sternly, “I'd really appreciate it if you left
before you hurt me even more.”
My head snapped up to look at her as her hand covered her mouth in shock. I had a feeling she didn't
mean to say the last half of that out loud.
“I… hurt you?” I asked in disbelief.
Krissy bit her lip and looked down at her lap in shame, not saying a word. I lifted her head with my
knuckle so I could look her in the eye.
“Krissy. Did that kiss mean something to you?”
She paused, studying my hazel eyes for some sort of approval or concern.
“Yes.” She whispered, closing her eyes.
I moved my hand to the back of her head and leaned forward to capture her lips with mine. Krissy
stiffened, then relaxed her body against mine. Slowly, she moved onto my lap and locked her arms
around my lap as I deepened the kiss. She moaned against my lips as I tangled my long fingers in her
hair. I wasn't sure if it was two minutes or two hours before we broke apart, but when we did I
looked into those baby blue eyes of hers and saw more love than I ever had in my entire life.
“Yes?” she whispered, moving her lips to my neck and kissing it softly.
She looked back up at me. “Prove it.”
With one last kiss, she made her request. “Don't ever touch another joint, or another line of
cocaine, or any other type of illegal drug again. And don't ever get drunk.”
I smiled. “Done.” There was a pause where she snuggled up against me. It felt good to
hold her in my arms, but I needed one last assurance. “Hey Kris?”
“Do you love me?” I asked.
Without hesitation, she replied. “Always have and always will, Ry.”
Krissy shifted in my arms a bit. “How?”
I licked my lips. “Help me become straight edge again?”
She sat up and looked at me, beaming. “That I can do.”
Ew. Gross ending… Review anyway? =D
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