As the night drew to a close I stood at my front door holding Ryan’s hand in mine. I could feel each and every callous around his fingers and palm, but oddly it felt like his hand fit perfectly in mine. I sighed hoping things could get better with time. Everything that happened back at the bar was still swimming in my mind, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to talk to my mom. Though I guess I could tell her what horrible taste she had and to never ever set me up again.
Well he says he knew me, but I just can’t seem to recall it just yet. Looking up I gazed into Ryan’s eyes now only wanting to focus on the good… no the best part of the night. My lips still tingled from our kisses back at the bar, and I desperately wished I could stop time.
“Lucy…” He he placed his index finger on his forehead as he gave me his small dorky grin. “I well I just... would you like to go out sometime? You know something maybe a bit more official and just the two of us?” Shrugging he looked into my eyes with hope.
“I’d love that Ryan.” Squeezing his hand I smirked at him as his smile widened. Leaning over he lightly brushed his lips against my cheek.
“I’ll call you tomorrow seeing as it’s what four in the morning right now.” Shaking my head yes, he climbed down my steps and turned back to look at me once more. Waving him good-bye I stepped inside my house and locked the door. Smiling lightly I made my way to my room to get changed into something more comfortable.
Just as I undressed and stepped into my pj’s my phone on the edge of my bed jumped around as it vibrated. Wondering who would be texting me this early in the morning I picked it up and just about dropped it again once I saw Colby’s number displayed across the screen.
Frowning I read the words:
Figure it out yet my dear?
Imagining myself choking him through the phone I chucked it on my bed before I could break it. “No I haven’t figured it out yet.” I mumbled under my breath.
Gnawing on the inside of my cheek I made my way to my old bookcase and rummaged around until I found my old yearbook.
The pages felt old beneath my fingers as I flipped through the slick pages until I found what I was looking for. Colby Turner. His smiling boyish face smiled back at me from the page tauntingly. Suppressed memories glided their way into my thoughts and I pushed them back just as quickly.
Than it all clicked and fell into place. He was the nerdy kid that followed me everywhere I went. He caught me once at one of the school’s football games. I’d just recently broken up with my boyfriend and I was on the verge of tears. He comforted me… than he kissed me.
He always had this overly unhealthy obsession with me way back then. I thought for the longest time he and his family moved to Riverview shortly after high school. Guess I was wrong to think that he wouldn’t come back.
Shifting uneasily I put my yearbook back as I felt my eyelids grow heavy. Dreading sleep I reluctantly made my way to my room and climbed under the covers and hoped I could dream of Ryan, and not the torturing images of Colby which seemed to play behind my eyes each time I closed them.
Awaking in the afternoon I debated if I really wanted to call my mom or not. I was kind of freaked out to do so, I mean it’s not like I could tell her he tried to take advantage of me last night. I think that would go over like a fart in church….
Shrugging I decided to whip up something to eat and watch one of my favorite shows. Just as I sat down a knock at the door almost made me fall off the edge of the couch. Groaning I got back up and went to the front door.
Peering through the small hole in the door I discovered it was none other than my mom. Lovely. Reluctantly I opened the door to see her smile broaden as she let herself in. She began to look around like she was looking for someone. Colby to be exact.
“He’s not here mom, and I don’t think I’ll ever be seeing him again.” I placed my fist on the side of my hip and gave her that whole ‘your horrible at this’ kind of look. She looked slightly stunned and slack jawed which just made matters worse. “I don’t really want to go into it, but let’s just say it was a horrible night.”
“Well it couldn’t have been that horrible honey.” She made her way back to the couch and plopped down causing it to make an odd squeaking noise. “He said he’d seen you around town quite a few times.” Looking over at the TV she sighed.
“Mom, just how is it you met him?” I was intrigued on how exactly he imposed himself to be an innocent watcher from afar kind of guy.
“Well he’s the son of one of my close friends Luc. Mrs. Lisa Turner.” She sounded slightly insulted as she stumbled along her story trying to take hold of her memory. I’ll admit it; my mom is pretty much a lunatic and is pretty much the most absent minded person you’ll ever meet. “Well we were talking about you actually, and she had told me that her son recently became single and was around your age. I of course insisted that I meet him.”
She motioned for me to come sit by here by patting the seat next to her. “He was home and she called out for him to come down so I could meet him. He seemed like such a nice young man.”
I cleared my throat and shook my head. “Mom, did you ever wonder why he already knew my name, and how on earth he could have possible known I was this supposed girl he had seen a few times around town?” More annoyed than ever I raised my eye brows at her as she wrapped her mind around that.
She knitted her eyebrows together as she tried to contemplate the answer. “Why actually no Luc, I didn’t. Do you know him?”
“Yea, mom I do. Well I didn’t until just recently. Last night he told me he knew who I was.” I drew in a deep breath as I decided to skip the part about him trying to take advantage of me. “When I got home, I had to look through my old yearbook, and sure enough it clicked. He used to be that nerdy stalker mom.”
“Oh honey… If I would have known I never would have even set you two up.” She lightly padded my hand as if she needed to reassure me.
“Mom, it’s okay. At first I was mad, but not so much anymore. Want to stay for dinner and watch some TV?” I had plenty of food leftover, and I may as well invite her to stay for a while so she honestly didn’t think I was mad anymore.
Though as we sat there watching TV together and gossiping away I still couldn’t get rid of the odd feeling of something horrible was going to happen.
The ride to the bar felt longer than it actually took. I could seriously feel his eyes on the back of my head the whole ride there. I felt slightly self-conscious and cussed myself silently for wearing this overly revealing dress. Now if I was Ryan than it would be a totally different story.
Ryan… I can only hope that he doesn’t see me with Colby tonight. I haven’t a clue on how I would even explain it. What could I say? “OH hey Ryan! Oh uh this guy is just some random person my mom set me up with so don’t mind him I’m not at all interested in him.”
“Hey, are we just going to stand outside or are we actually going to go in?” Colby’s voice made me jump twisting my ankle the right way I fell right into his arms. Great.
“Uh, I’m sorry.” Embarrassed I blushed and straightened my dress out as I pulled myself out of his arms. Not the way I wanted to start off the evening.
Stale drinks and a faint hint of body odor filled my nose. Frowning I made my way to the bar in hopes of just drowning the night away quickly. Then again maybe it wasn’t a good thing to do that, it would make me a bit too vulnerable.
Turning around I was greeted to none other than Colby standing right behind me. Go figure that one, the man was like a lost puppy. My mom really knew how to pick them that’s for sure.
“Wanna dance after I get you something to drink?” His smile beamed brightly which just annoyed me even more. Sighing I shook my head slightly. There wasn’t any sign of Ryan or his friends anywhere so I may as well try and enjoy the night as much as it pains me to do so.
“Yeah Colby that sounds great.” Putting on the best fake smile I could manage he ordered us a drink and handed one to me. Sipping away at the drink I kept noticing the way he was looking at me. It was odd, and making me feel even more uncomfortable. Handing me another drink I attentively drank it without realizing it. What can I say the stuff is pretty dang good?
Grasping my hand he led me to the dance floor where everything just started falling into place. His hands lingered on my hips his eyes focused on something besides my face. Pulling me towards him our lips were almost brushing. Things started getting weird. I suddenly felt like I knew him. 
Pulling away from the almost kiss I went straight for the bar and plopped onto one of the bar stools. My head began to swim with distant memories of high school. Why? Why on earth would I get that sudden feeling of knowing him from nowhere?
He sighed as he stood behind me as he placed one of his hands on my shoulder. This I was not okay at all by any circumstances, but the lucid drinks flowing through my system made me want it to be okay. Great just great. I had to get away and I had to do it quick. I didn’t really full on realize what a light weight I was. I mean seriously a couple of drinks and I’m like an air headed blonde.
I stumbled quickly from the barstool almost causing Colby to bash his head into the bar. Ha! That will teach him for trying to get me tipsy. Leaning against the back wall I watched as he strutted my way. I don’t like you; I don’t like you I kept yelling on the inside of my head pleading him to just leave me alone.
Placing one of his hands above mine he placed his lips upon mine. My body gave; I couldn’t fight him back in this state. Closing my eyes I could only hope that this would end soon.
“Do you remember me?” Colby whispered between our lips. “Do you remember the kiss we shared so long ago back in high school? You know the one under the bleachers.” His breath was hot on my face and I didn’t dare open my eyes because I knew for a fact he was staring at me.
RYAN's Point Of View:
I awoke to Michael yelling my name. So not the way I wanted to wake up after a long night of clubbing.
“Ryan seriously get your butt out of bed. We’re wanting to hit up Wylan’s tonight, and it’s way past opening dude!” I waved my hand at him to tell him to get the heck out of my room.
“Yea sure let me grab a quick shower and get dressed sheesh.” Stupidly Michael took a bow before closing my door. Sighing I grabbed my phone to see there weren’t any new messages. Frowning I shrugged. Maybe Lucy was still asleep.
Lazily I grabbed some clothes and made my way to the shower. Undressing I stepped under the luke warm spray wondering why on earth they wanted to go out again tonight. Michael had acted like he hadn’t been out in a while. Though he always acted like that, this right now was more annoying than ever.
After I felt like the grim from last night’s outing was gone I turned the shower off I dried off and got dressed. Running my hands through my damp brown hair I pulled it and combed it into the direction I wanted it to go. Surprisingly I didn’t have any bags under my grey eyes and felt overly refreshed. Odd.
Stepping into the living room Michael and Dillon were sprawled out on the couch watching TV with Marie and Melissa. Well that’s just peachy, mostly because there was no sign of Lucy. Clearing my throat they all jumped up from the couch looking a bit to startled than they should be. Frankly I didn’t even want to know what they were doing.
“So um hey everyone.” I half mumbled in annoyance.
“Uh hi Ryan.” Melissa twiddled her fingers at me. “So umm hmm, we couldn’t get a hold of Lucy, but I bet you she would be here if she would have answered. Like you know?” Okay so maybe Lucy’s friends were as dumb as fence posts.
“Let’s get going than shall we? Sorry you’re pretty much the third wheel tonight Ryan.” I shrugged making them think I really didn’t care, but in all reality I did. It was itching under my skin that something wasn’t right. Something was off, and I really didn’t like it.
Arriving at Wylan’s I decided to hand out side for a bit so I could get some fresh air. No offense to them or anything, but with everyone sitting there in the back seat sucking face really doesn’t do well for one’s breathing in a cramped car. Annoyed I folded my arms debating if I should just stay out here or go inside and drink the night away.
Well drinking the night away doesn’t sound too shabby right about now. Entering Wylan’s I was greeted to a sight that about knocked the wind out of me. Lucy. She was with someone else. Kissing someone else to be exact. I turned to leave, but something stopped me. That feeling that something wasn’t quite right flooded every single bone of my body.
Without thinking I turned around and made my way towards Lucy and her lip locking partner. Noticing the grimacing look on her face I snapped. Yanking his shoulder I punched him square in the face. Stunned he fell back into Lucy causing her to squeak. “What the heck man?” Rubbing his jaw he straightened up making his way towards me.
Grabbing ahold of his shirt I taunted him without fear. “You sure she wanted your filthy mouth all over her?” Anger sparked behind his eyes as he shoved me back.
“And just who the heck says you could step in?” Throwing his arms to the side he was pretty much asking for a beating. Shoving him to the ground I dug my fist into the side of his face, and just as I was about to go for another Lucy’s hand covered mine up stopping it in before it could connect.
“Ryan, that’s enough.” She said lightly in a calm soothing voice. Scowling from the floor the guy looked at Lucy than to me. “Go Colby. I never want to see you again.” Switching her calm voice for a more firm one she pointed to the door after helping me get up from the floor.
Sneering as he left as threw his hand in the air mumbling something under his breath.
“Thank you so much Ryan.” She threw herself into my arms in pure relief. Pulling away a few inches she gazed into my eyes on the verge of tears. Lightly I placed my hand on the side of her face wanting nothing more than to comfort her.
Wrapping her arms around my neck tighter she brought her lip to mine in one quick swift. It was like electricity coursing through my body the instant her lips connected with mine, even when they just hovered lightly above mine.
“Thank you.” Her lips moved against mine as she talked. “Really thank you.”
Running my hands through her hair I smiled. “You don’t have to thank me Lucy. I couldn’t let him touch you. You’re already too special to me.” She lightly smiled as I wrapped her up into another hug.
