<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>Note:</b> Thoughts are in italic
<b>Previous parts:</b> <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=junkie_princess&keyword=The+Art+Of+Losing&filter=all"> here </a>
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<i>'Boys! Dinner's ready!,' my mom yells at the garage door. Damn, I hate being saved from the bell.</i>
‘I’ll remember you that one!’
‘With pleasure, boy!’ And he eats. God he eats more than I do. I am fucking proud of him.
‘Excellent dinner, mrs Smith,’ he praises. My mom grows.
‘Please, stop the mrs Smith. Just call me mom or Claudia or something, okay?’
‘I’ll try mrs- mom,’ he replies a little nervous. God I’ve never felt so good in my entire life.
‘The dishes are for you, boys. I need a break!’ She stands up from the table and lays herself down in the coach. Two boys doing the dishes is equal to a disaster. I cover Ryan with foam.
‘Aww, you look like a sweet little snowman drying the dishes. Wait here boy, I’ll go and get my camera.’ Click. Click. Click. Ryan is a diva.
‘Let’s take a photo of us together,’ he cooes.
‘Off course, camera whore.’ Click. Foam in my ear and my hair.
‘You deserved that, Spence!’ He bursts out in a fit of giggles. We end up rolling on the floor, tickling each other.‘Stop, Spence. Please stop!’ he sighs, still laughing.
‘You have not much stamina for a guitar player.’
‘I’ll show you my stamina if you really want to know…’
‘Boys, don’t do anything I don’t want to hear!’ my mom interrupts. We burst out in laughing.
We clean the kitchen after our little ‘foamparty’, grab Ryan’s guitar, because he pouted so mush I couldn’t resist, and go upstairs, to my room. He sits in the corner of my bed, his back leaning against the wall. That used to be my favourite spot. He starts to play a few chords, changes them and whispers words on them, to try if they fit. I turn my new laptop on. I got it from my mom for my birthday. When I log in on msn, I see Sofie’s online. I laugh my ass off with that girl. She’s too funny. When she saw our dishes pictures, she called us ‘two fluffy teddy bears with shiny diamond eyes.’ She also found out that the Foo Fighters were coming to town. She asks if we’re joining her. I reply with ‘Foo Fighters are for lovers, we’re in.’ Soon after that, I turn the computer off as my eyes are getting tired. Ryan’s still playing in the corner. Those little parts are sounding more and more like a song.
‘Hey, Ry. Ry!’ I try to catch his attention, but he doesn’t react when I put my hand on his shoulder. He finally wakes up from his trance when I press my lips gently against his. ‘God, I thought you were on another planet or something,’ I say worried, yet slightly amused.
‘Can I have more of that?’ he asks with an odd look on his face, pointing at my lips.
‘Only if you put that guitar away and if you get your pyjamas on. The bathroom is over there.’ He grabs the clothes and runs into the bathroom.
‘It’s just a word!’ he yells. I think the boy needs a bit of affection. I was putting on the pyjamas on that were left on the bed, the ones that Ryan wore yesterday. I jump up when I feel a cold hand on my naked back.
‘Ryan Ross, You’re wearing my pyjamas!’ I say, played angry.
‘But- but. I want to smell you the whole time. I want to feel you on my skin. And these pyjamas are a little bit of you,’ he says with a large pout. ‘And I want to sleep close to you,’ he adds with a large grin on his face.
‘You already did.’ His jaw drops.
‘I already did?’
‘Yep, yesterday. But you were too fast asleep to notice a thing.’
‘God damn, why didn’t you wake me? I thought you slept with your mom or something.’
‘Guessed wrong, I slept close to you. And why aren’t you in my bed already? Teddy bears are supposed to stay in bed!’
‘Yes, sir!’ he salutes.
‘Sir Smith for you, boy,’ I joke and push him down on the bed. I’ve never thought that laying in bed was so much fun. We lay there, nose to nose. Forehead to forehead. His eyes smile to me. We talk and cuddle. Cuddle and talk. Till I get sleepy. Ryan strokes strands of hair out of my eyes and put them behind my ears. I close my eyes. With a kiss on my temple I doze off to sleep. In his arms. I’ve never felt so safe and secure. And warm. His body must be a heater.
I wake up, feel a hand stroking through my hair. When I open my eyes I see him laying next to me. Smiling.
‘Good morning,’ I whisper. He bends down and kisses my lips. No breakfast for me sir.
‘I love you,’ he breathes.
‘For how long are you watching at me?’
‘Half an hour I guess.’
‘You’re nuts.’
‘Yea I am. But I have a sweet boyfriend. Sleeping people are so beautiful to look at. You seemed so careless, so happy.’
‘I am happy, Ryan. I am happy since you came into my life. And everyone would be carefree and happy if they could sleep in your arms. Your heartbeat is soft and it eases me. It makes me range my thoughts. It makes me realize what a lucky boy I am with a guy like you.’
'You should feel my heartbeat when your lips come closer to my body.'
'Like this?' I place a few wet kisses in his neck, I feel his heart almost pounding out of his chest. 'Jesus, Ryan, are you so nervous?'
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I wish <lj user="slashy_girl"> a very very very happy 19th birthday!!! [Or was it her 10th? xD] Have a great day!!
Iemand nieuw die eigenlijk helemaal geen Nederlands kan en vertaalmachines gebruikt 
Maar ze is wel grappig 
