"Hey Ryan, you ready to go?" You call, putting the last touches on your makeup."Yeah" he calls back. You head downstairs in a pair of leather boots, a mini skirt and AC/DC cutoff shirt.(AC/DC is one of my favorite bands from the 80's)

He grins at you when you come down the stairs. "Looking good!" He says. You all decided to go to a P!ATD concert. You hug him. "Thanks." Mark smirks. "Are you two finally..." "NO!!!" You both yell, causing you all to laugh.

"We gotta go, or we are going to be late." You say. Everyone gets in the car. "I'm driving!" Mark yells. "Shotgun!" You call, sliding into the front seat.

TIME SKIP Because I can!

"Dude, that was awesome!" You say, collapsing on the couch late that night. "Right? I'm so glad that we went." Daniel says. You sigh. "I'm beat. Good night y'all."

You change into short shorts and a thin white tank top for pajamas. As you get into bed, someone knocks on the door.

"Come in!" You call. "Hey, it's me." Ryan says, poking his head in. "What's up?" You say. "Um, I had a question that I was hoping you knew how to answer."

"Go for it." You say, patting the bed next to you.

"Well, when we were at the concert, I couldn't help but notice all the guys that were there. They were all fit, and muscled, and I just felt so out of place, you know, because I'm not exactly in shape,"

You laugh. He looks at you, confused. "What? Why are you laughing?" "Because I know how you feel, and it's so strange to hear insecurities coming out of the mouth of the guy that I... Well..."

"The guy that you..." He prompted, looking you in the eyes. "Ryan, I don't have a preference when it comes to bodies. You want to know why? Because it's what's on the inside that matters most. If a girl doesn't like you because you're not "in shape" then A, she obviously can't see the great guy she is passing up, and B, she isn't worth your time anyway."

Ryan smiles and wraps his arms around you. "Thank you, (Y/N) that makes me feel a whole lot better." He stands up to leave and you grab his arm. "Wait."

"What is it?" He asks. "Uh..." You stutter, not knowing what to say. How do you convey to someone how perfect they are in your eyes?

"I just never thought that someone I considered to be do perfect could ever feel so insecure." You say, pulling him back to sit back down on the bed.

"What? What do you mean?" he says, looking at you with an expression full of hope, and wary.

"I mean, that for the longest time, probably since I met you, I have been absolutely positively in love with you. You're so funny, and sweet, and I see you as this incredible person that I wish I could call mine."

His hand cups your face and you turn to look at him. "You are so beautiful. I've always thought that, and not in the way that the others think that you are beautiful. I love you too, because you are so kind, especially to those who need it. You take your insecurities and embrace them, and that is just amazing to me."

You smile and lean in so that your noses are almost touching. "I want you to be mine. Will you do me the honor of going on a date with me?" He says.

"Of course I will." You say, leaning in and pressing your lips to his. "I love you, Ryan."

"I love you too."