Love Unscripted
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“Regardless Ryan, all those real pictures of you, all those poses, stills, and magazine spreads, those are all little bits and pieces of you – of who you are, of things you’ve been through, things you’ve experienced. All of that is a side of you that I don’t know. In a way it helps me understand you.”
He breathed out another sigh and tapped our gathered hands into his forehead. He looked up into my eyes.
“I think this is the part where I apologize and we kiss and make up,” he suggested softly.
I fidgeted a bit, still wiping the remnants of tears from my cheeks.
“I think this is the part where we realize that we still have a lot to learn about each other. That it takes a lot more than physical love to keep people together.”
He stood up in front of me, pulling me up off the bed by my hands.
“You’re right,” he agreed. “I’m so sorry for blowing up at you.”
“I’m sorry for giving you a reason to do so, but I hope you see the reasons why I look and don’t get upset with me if I do it again.”
He shook his head, exhaling harshly. “You’re going to see stuff and think it’s true. I really wish you wouldn’t.”
I spent the next few hours trying to look happy in front of our guests, careful not to let on that I was still mulling over the heated discussion he and I had.S uzanne and Francesca showed up later in the evening; tonight was their last night in Seaport. Both of them had flights to catch the next day.
Scott was trying to pump Suzanne full with shots - I suppose to loosen her up again - however she continued to watch every move that Ryan made.
She would flirt with Scott and then check to see if Ryan saw it. Unfortunately for her, Ryan had other things on his mind that he was worrying about - fans.
It didn’t take long for word to get out that Ryan Christensen was in Mitchell’s Pub again. Girls started to arrive in droves. Cory’s friend Trevor was working the door for me and after a while I had him stop allowing people in; we were crowded enough with obsessive females.
Ryan was doing his best to just deal with it all. I could see he was trying to have fun and blend in and not worry about the extra attention he was getting, but he had to work at it.
Suzanne did not like it at all when Scott left her side to become Ryan’s wingman. Just standing in close proximity to Ryan provided Scott with a hearty selection of new women to talk to. It didn’t take her long to slip her way in between Ryan and Scott.
“Taryn?”
I heard my name called out. It was a female voice – French accent. Francesca waved her fingers at me.
“Yes, Francesca?” I asked, trying to be polite.
“Can I speak to you privately?” Her eyes scanned tentatively for my reaction.
Ryan, of course, noticed us walking towards the kitchen door. I gestured my confusion, silently answering his questioning stare.
“I just want to apologize to you,” she said. “I have treated you badly and unfairly and I’m very sorry.” She sounded sincere.
“It’s all right,” I responded, trying to sound just as sincere. “Don’t worry about it.”
“You probably know that I have liked Ryan for a long time, but I know that he does not feel the same way about me as I do him.” Her admission made her stare at the floor.
“He deserves to be happy and I can see he is in love with you.” Her lips curled into a brief smile. “I can only hope that I too will have that happiness one day.”
“You will,” I assured her.
“I was wondering… has Cory said anything to you about me?”
Her question perplexed me for a moment. I felt like we were young teenagers talking about our boy crushes and she was searching for insider information.
“I think it’s safe to say that he likes you,” I told her, feeling suddenly like an older sister.
“I like him too, very much. He is so nice and sweet and handsome, but…” She stopped to ponder.
“But what?” I asked.
She twitched, almost afraid to continue. She didn’t need to.
“You’re afraid of what the public will think,” I stated, pointing out the obvious.
She looked at me and nodded.
“How does he make you feel?” I questioned, knowing there was more.
Francesca smiled gloriously and pressed her hands to her heart.
“You deserve to be happy too. And the choice is really yours. Cory is very ambitious, but he will still put your needs ahead of his own and treat you like gold. He’s just beginning to find his career direction. And he will be successful at it. But then there’s always the alternative choice… you could get involved with some young, rich guy who constantly thinks that the next girl he hooks up with is going to be even better than you.” I waited until she looked at me again.