"Our friends are tired of it, we're tired of it. So, why can't we just stop if all we do is make a war zone."
"Because what would we have after that?"
There's a fine line between hate and love...right? Well, not according to Ryan and Andy there is...
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I hated to admit it, but Ryan was right at lunch. Partying wasn't my thing, and I was a fun sponge. I was sat at the bar of the club watching the ice sink in my drink, alone. Everyone went their separate ways the second we walked in the door. The lights gave me a chill of slow and cold. While the music was the opposite, loud and vivacious. It wasn't my scene anymore. It felt high-school and first year college to be partying at a club. I have no idea when my brain decided to grow up, but it did. The excitement of rebelling against my parents, or my stepdad was drawn to things like this. The partying, the drugs, the alcohol, the girls, the boys. It wasn't me anymore, and that made me gloomy, almost desolate. I felt as if I've lost myself in the last few months. Lost myself in school, relationships, over thinking. I seemed to be going through life without much thought.
"Why do I always have to be right Fovvs." Ryan's voice forces my eyes to close. The harsh taste of whiskey slowly running through my mouth as I avoid Ryan's words. "You shouldn't have come."
"Harper made me." I said dryly. Ryan hums talking to the bartender. My eyes were on his side profile. Maybe it was the alcohol or that I was simply just loosing it, but Ryan looked hotter than usually. It was weirdly alluring to watch him talk. Non of the words he was saying to the bartender registered in my mind. Just the way his head rested on his shoulders. The slight indention on the bottom edge of his chin. When I realized I was staring I forced my eyes back to my drink, completely confused by what just happened in my brain.
