Unexpected Love

Confessions

Ryans POV

I can’t believe how much I miss her.  I am constantly checking my phone to see if she has called me or sent me a text.  I still like to laugh at how we meet.  I told the guys that I wanted a simple birthday, nothing big, and no strippers.  I also told them not to try to get me to hook up with anyone.  Emma is different, they didn’t have anything to do with me meeting Emma.  I just wish I could read her.  I feel like she likes me, and enjoys being around me, but other times I feel like I just annoy her.  When we kiss, she always stops, then just gives me a peck.  Maybe I’m overthinking it.   I don’t want her to feel like we have to be together because Scott and Belle are.  Maybe I’ll text Belle and she can let me know something about Emma.

Hey, you still awake?  I know it is late. ~Ryan

Hey, what's up, everything ok? ~Belle

Yes, I have a strange question, well more like a request. ~Ryan

“Dude, stop texting my girl, you have your own!”  Scott shouts at me.

I should have told him before I sent her a text, oh well.

“I need to get the scoop on Emma.  I’ll ask you next time.”  I yelled back

Okay.  I can’t promise I’ll give you the answer you want. ~Belle

It is about Emma. ~Ryan

First off, I’m assuming you two talk about everything.  Does she like me? ~Ryan

Yes we do, and I know she likes you.  Why?  Do you think she doesn’t?  Please don’t tell me you are going to break up with her. ~Belle

No, no way, I’m not going to break up with her. ~Ryan

I have mixed feelings about how she feels.  I can’t read her.  Tonight you told me to go wait for her in her room, and I did.  We kissed, and as soon as we started making out, she stopped, and gave me a peck.  Almost like she was going to get caught, or she didn’t like me.  ~Ryan

I’m not going to tell you her story, but I promise it has nothing to do with you.  She likes you.  I told you she is very shy.  I’m sorry you feel that way. ~Belle

Any advice on how to make her not feel shy?  I think she is beautiful, and I told her to not wear makeup around me.  Did someone do her wrong? ~Ryan

My only advice is to be patient with her, keep doing what you are doing.  Someone did do her wrong, but probably not in the way you are thinking.  My other advice is share the responsibilities of the relationship.  She will overlook your short comings, all I ask is for you to do the same for her.  ~Belle

Great, that didn’t help at all, now my mind is spinning.  ~Ryan

Everyone has a story on what makes them who they are today.  It isn’t my place to tell hers. ~Belle

I understand.  ~Ryan

Do you like her? ~Belle

Didn’t I tell you I did? Why would I be so worried about how she feels if I didn’t. ~Ryan

I’ll let her know that we talked, and I’ll try and get her to be more open with you. ~Belle

Thank you. I think Scott is getting jealous that I’m texting you this late. ~Ryan

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Friday

I sent her a good morning text like I always do, well for the past 5 days or so.  I can’t believe it has only been a week since I first met her.  I need to make plans for tonight, and try and get her to open up.  Belle said everyone has a story, that is who makes them who they are today.  I agree with that.  I on the other hand didn’t have a story.  

I was born and raised in Laude, Missouri, went to Laude High school, played football, and went to Mizzou for engineering and business.  I was even given a house.  I came from a wealthy family, and I know that every girl I have ever dated or talked to only talked to me because of my status.  That is what makes Emma so different.  She isn’t from here, I’m pretty sure she only lives in St. Louis is because of her job.  Belle is right, I need to know her.  

I was thinking tonight, why don’t we hang out.  I know you will have to shower, and stuff, but if I recall, you get off early on Fridays.  I’ll pick you up from your house.  Don’t overdress.  Shorts and tennis shoes will do. ~Ryan

I hope she agrees to this.  I finish getting ready for work myself, and just keep thinking that Belle told me that Emma does like me.  

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Belles POV

“Good morning sleepy head.”  I laughed at Emma.  

“Good morning.”  She looked at her phone.  “7:15, and 2 text messages.”

“Oh, from who?”  Acting I don’t know it is Ryan

She rolls her eyes at me, and reads them to me.

“I wonder what he has planned?”  She asked.

I just laughed.

“Do you know something?”

“I do know that he did text me last night, and he does like you, a lot!”  I told her.  “You need to open up to him.  He asked me if you liked him or not.”  I explained the rest of the conversation to her.

“I do like him, but how do you tell a guy that you have only known for a week that you are scared because you don’t know how to be a wife? I think that would scare him more, and cause him to run away!”  She cried.

“Just be honest with him.  You need to tell him something.  Pulling away every time he kisses you is going to scare him off too.” 

“How do I tell him that my mother ran away?  Sorry Ryan, I like you, but you see when I was a child my mom ran away and I think I might do the same thing one day.  That doesn’t sound like I like him.”  She puffed out.

“Ok, so don’t make yourself sound crazy!  Ask him about his family.  If his mom and dad are together.  Hopefully, he will then ask you about yours.  When he does tell him that you and your dad are very close, you are his little princess.  He’ll then ask, and your mom?  Just tell him, she left when I was a child. Leave it very open ended, and hopefully he will pull the conversation, and you can go from there.”  I said while hugging her.

“Let him be your safe haven for now.  Tonight, hold his hand, let him kiss you, and kiss him back.  Don’t break off the kiss.  Stop thinking it is going to be another college guy that doesn’t care.”  I continued. 

“I hope this works, and if it doesn’t, then you owe me a movie night with eating cookie dough.”  She laughed.

Let's get you ready for your date tonight.  He also told me he doesn’t like you with makeup on, so maybe just a cute hair do, and THIS!  I love this on you.  You can wear your Pumas as well.  I picked out a teal romper with some small flowers on it, and her white and teal Pumas.  Even though I have no idea where he is taking her, I’m sure it is some place to talk.

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Friday night

Emma’s POV

I get home from work, and get ready for tonight.  After I am out of the shower, I sent Ryan a text.

I can’t wait to see you. ~Emma

I start to get ready, and my phone goes off.

I’m on my way now.  Mind if I change at your place? ~Ryan

No, you can change here.  I’ll see you soon. ~Emma

Little to no makeup, please, for me babe. ~Ryan

I was only going to do powder and lip gloss. ~Emma

I have no idea what that means, but ok. ~Ryan

I finish getting ready, and go downstairs.  I turn on the TV, and start cleaning up.  I don’t want Ryan to think that we are just slobs.  I go into the guest bathroom, and I just shake my head.  I go back up stairs and clean mine, it might be faster.  I pick up my dirty clothes basket, and hide it.  Ryan can just use my bathroom.

-We have one bathroom downstairs, the guest bathroom.  It has all our extra stuff in it.  There isn’t much storage space, so it is just cluttered more than I like. There is also the living room, washer and dryer, and kitchen and living room. Up stairs I have the master bedroom, with a bathroom, and Belle has a Jack and Jill bathroom.  The other room is her closet. She owns so many clothes and shoes that she needed two rooms. Then we have a basement.  We haven’t done much to it.-

As I’m coming back down the stairs, the doorbell rings, and I answer it, knowing it would be Ryan.  Oh my, he looks hot with his work attire on. Black slacks with a long sleeve blue button down shirt, with his tie.  Calm down Emma, just say hi.

“Hi” I said

Now invite him in.

“Come in, you can get ready in my room.”

There you go.  You got this girl. 

“Hi to you too.”  He said with a grin.  

After we get inside and the door is shut, he grabs me, and turns me around and gives me a kiss on the lips.

“We will be doing a lot more of that tonight.”  He said while flashing me a smile.  “I’m ready to get out of these clothes.”

Well if you didn’t stop me, you could have been changing right now.  You like him Emma, does it matter?  Ugh I hate when the voices in my head fight with me!

“Ok.”

We start walking up the stairs again, and once in my room, I start to leave so he can get dressed.

“I’ll be waiting for you downstairs.”

“Babe, sit with me, for a second.”  He sounded worried. “Do you trust me?”

Trust you, I don’t even know you.  Emma, stop, you like him.

“Yes, I mean you haven’t done anything in the last week to make me not trust you.”  I said.

“Ok, then relax.  I won’t hurt you, or do anything to you.  I’m not trying to sleep with you.  Heck until last week, I didn’t even want a girlfriend. I’m going to go into the bathroom, and you are going to stay in here while I get dressed.  After I change, we will leave.”  He explained

“Ok, I’ll wait for you.  I was just trying to give you space.”  I said trying to hide the fact that he was reading me like a children's book.

“If I need or want space, I’ll let you know.”  He smiled.

I’m beginning to think Belle told him more than what she told me. I grabbed my phone, and looked at the time.  She should be home by now.  I see a text message.  

Scott invited me over tonight.  ~Belle

Have fun.~Emma

I decided to let her have her fun, I would question her later.  I also didn’t want her to tell Scott how I was feeling, just in case I didn’t get to tell Ryan myself.

“You ready babe?”  Ryan asked while leaning up against the door frame.

Why does this man look so good in everything?  Khaki shorts, and a grey polo, with a pair of Nike shoes on.  

“Yes.”

He comes over and grabs my hand, and I happily intertwined my fingers with his.  Maybe Belle is right, just let it happen.  We get in his car, and we figure out we are both hungry, and stop and get dinner.  We talked about college, and why we were both single. He told me that he never has been with someone that liked him for him.  They usually only dated him because of who he was.  I told him that I was always too focused on school and didn’t have much time to date.  Not a total lie.

After dinner he took me to the second part of the date.  We drove for what seemed like an hour.  We end up at this hiking park.  We get out, and start walking.  I think I’m going to use Belle's advice.  We had a really good dinner conversation, and I feel like he should know more about me.

“So your parents, are you close to them?”  I ask

“Yes, my mom and dad are very much still in my life.  Don’t worry one day you will meet them.  They already know about you.”  He said with a smile on his face.  “What about yours?”

“Well, that one is tricky for me.”  I started

“Oh, no I’m sorry babe.”

“It’s okay.  I am very close to my dad, if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. Everyone says I’m his little princess.  My mom, well she left when I was little.  I haven’t seen or heard from her since the day she left.”  His hand wrapped around my back, and gave me a hug.

“Do you ever think about her?  We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“I mean, yeah I think about her.  Why did she leave, was it because of me, why didn’t she take me with her, but then again I’m glad she didn’t.  I couldn’t think about my mom taking me, and removing me from my dad's life.  At least this way, she left, but left me.”  I tried to explain. “I know it makes no sense.”

“No it does, it really does.  That is why you are so short with me.  You think I’m going to leave just like your mom did?”  He asked.

“Well, not really, to be honest, don’t get scared, and don’t run away when I say this.  My whole life I was raised that  women are to get married and become a wife and mother.  I am scared that I will be like my mother and run away.  I don’t know how to be a wife or mother, I never had one growing up.  Yeah, I had aunts, and my grandma, but I never learned how to cook, my dad didn’t cook much, so we always just ate out. There are a lot more things I don’t know.”  I said while wiping a tear away from my cheek.

“Don’t cry, and why would I run from that?”  Looking puzzled

“I don’t want you to think that I am expecting you to ask me to marry me.”  I rambled

“Not at all, that is how everyone is raised.  I remember yelling at one of my cousins who is a girl, and my mom said, you better never talk to your wife that way!  I was 7, and she took my hot wheel car that I just got.”  he joked.

It felt better to get that off my chest.  We just talked, and he told me that since I’m so scared to turn out to be like my mother, that I probably won’t ever be like her.  That is what everyone says.  Even though I don’t know what I should do, I do know what I shouldn’t do.

We left the park, and went and got ice cream, then he dropped me back off at my house.  It was a good night, and I can’t wait for tomorrow.