.・゜゜・Ryan.・゜゜・

You and Ryan are in the same class, in 11th grade, to be exact. You were the quiet type: you helped everyone, explained lesson topics, helped with homework, and were generally willing to help anyone. Ryan was a troublemaker: he didn't go to class, hanging out behind the garage with random people, but after he got to know you better, he started studying, going to class, and became more or less normal. You also rode motorcycles with him. Somehow, you ended up in his clique where you were shippers:

(??): Ryan, you really got yourself a handsome one! (???): Wow, newlyweds!

But you ignored it all. You were a handsome, slightly athletic, and sweet guy, just like Ryan. One day, while you were out for a walk, you arrived at a group of people behind the garages, where you usually hung out. Everyone was with their partners, except Ryan. You were sitting next to him on your bike, and he took advantage of this, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you between his legs, and you, to keep from falling, wrapped your arms around his neck.

(???): Ryan! This is so romantic!

Ryan growled in your ear and kissed you.