<b>Title:</b> The Art Of Losing
<b>Author:</b> Lore
<b>Pairing:</b> Rycer
<b>Summary: </b> Spencer and Ryan meet each other at school.
<b>Disclaimer: </b> Meh, not real. I wish.
<b>Previous parts:</b> <a href=" http://junkie-princess.livejournal.com/8611.html#cutid1
"> part 1 </a>
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At the end of the day, we sit on the bus together. Ryan didn't stop talking. I smile. It feels really nice to have a friend to talk to. If you can call this friendship already.
'do you want to come over to my house?' i ask him.
'yeah, if i may.'
'sure! let's go!' i show him my house and my room.
'can i call my parents that i stay here tonight?'
'sure, there's the phone,' i say while pointing at the fixed device. the call was short.
'may i see your drumkit,' he asks with a blush on his face. i find it cute. <i>What the hell, spencer, what are you thinking? you're not supposed to like boys! </i>
'spencer, you're dreaming,' he says shyly.
'sorry.' I blush. i hope he didn't see that. i walk towards the garage and lead him in my personal kingdom.
'sorry for the mess here. if I'd known that you should enter, i'd cleaned it up,' i say quickly if i see his astonished
face.
'nono, you got me wrong. i love this place! i bet you can play here for hours...' he has a dreamy look on his face.
'yea i can sit here for hours and just play or listen to music while reading or writing something. but the last time, my mom doesn't want that i just sit here and waste my time with music. she says that i should find a girl.' i think i sounded a bit too hopeless. ryan puts his hand on my shoulder. it confuses me.
'don't worry mate. i have exactly the same situation at home.' he looks straight in my eyes when he says that. it makes me shiver. he has beautiful brown eyes. chocolate color. <i>spencer smith! stop thinking such things!</i>
'so... could you play something for me?' there's the blush again that makes him so cute... <i>spencer smith! enough i said. that boy is no more than a friend. case closed! amen.</i>
'sure,' i say and push myself to play a difficult song.
'wow you're really good,' he nods in admiration. 'you play the kind of music i try to play on my guitar.'
'maybe we can play together once,' i suggest. his chocolate brown eyes are full of blinking stars.
'that'd be awesome!'
'spencer! dinner's ready!' my mom yells.
'come on, let's eat something,' i mutter. we walk back to the house.
'mom, this is ryan. he's new in my class and he plays guitar.'
'hi ryan. would you like to join our dinner?' she asks. he blushes again and nods. the light red on his cheeks matched his chocolate brown eyes perfectly. i'm getting scared of my feelings for him. this wasn't how you thought about a friend. How could we be best friends if i possibly love him? and since when do i like guys? spencer, boy, stop thinking and eat. and do normal, for god's sake! While dinner we talk again about music. My mother laughs about it.
'you guys seem like two walking music encyclopedias,' she says.
'it's the only thing i have, mrs smith,' ryan says. there's a sad look in his eyes.
'don't worry, ryan, it's the only thing spencer talks about and i can't follow him. i'm glad he found someone that has the same interests.' great. now he thinks that i have no single friend or other interests. and it's so goddamn true. after dinner, ryan stands up.
'i better go home now. thanks for the food, mrs smith.'
'you're welcome, ryan.' when we're out of her sight, he stops me by putting his hand on my shoulder.
'you know spencer, i had a wonderfull day. thanks to you. just know that i'm sure that i've found a real friend in you...'
'gee ryan. thanks. no, wait, thank you. I'd never had a friend before...'
'well, my friend, see you tomorrow than.' he winked at me. i smiled.
'bye..' when i returned to the kitchen where my mom was waiting for me.
'spencer? boy, you don't kow how happy i am that you found a friend. i just want to say... that ryan is a good boy, but i think that life isn't that easy as yours. please, treat him as a real friend if he needs you. i know you can.' i'm astonished.
'thank you mom,' i mumble.
i put on my mp3 and lay myself down on my bed. I close my eyes and think about every little feeling i felt today. It confused the shit out of me. I was dead happy i found someone to talk to, but why was he so handsome and atractive? and since when did i like boys? i fall asleep with thousand questionmarks in my head.
<b><u>Tuesday, September 5th.</b></u>
I got on the bus and sit next to ryan.
'goodmorning,' he says with an huge smile on his face.
'goodmorning,' i greet back. a warm feeling nestled in my stomach.
'my mom asked if you want to come over tonight,' he says enthousiasticly.
'sure! that'd be awesome.' i smile.
We are the first to enter the classroom. We take a place on the front row, next to each other.
'i see you found a friend already,' mister Lewis says.
