part one of the bfu short imagine stories!

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smitheryees

this is one of the many ryan pics i have in my phone *sips chlortea*

ryan bergara II 1

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y/n's POV

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I sighed as I looked around my small apartment living room. Pizza and candy were laid out on the couch, and a giant stack of horror movie DVD's and a couple other movie's were left. I looked at the clock, sighing. It was 6:47 pm. about fifteen minutes after Shane and Ryan said they would show up. 

My phone rang,  vibrating in my back pocket. I pulled it out, answering the call instantly, as I saw it was from Ryan. "Hey Ryan! What's up, where are you?" Ryan sounded like he was in a rush, and I could audibly hear the roar of LA traffic. "Sorry y/n, I got stuck in traffic! I'll be there in five minutes!" I got another call at the same time, and I put Ryan on hold, and I sighed.

 "What's up, Shane? Ryan's on his way to the movie session!" To my surprise, Shane didn't answer, but instead, he let out a loud cough and sneezed. "Shane? You okay?" He managed to answer me back, through his coughing fit. "S-Sorry y/n, i- he sneezed- can't come to the movie night! I got -yet another sneeze- s-sick!" I winced, and nodded. "Get better, Shane! Did Sara pick up any medicine for you?" 

"Sara's g-getting some! -the third sneeze-" I sighed. "Okay, Shane! Rest up, long legs." I hung up on Shane, and went back to Ryan's call. "Ry, Shane's sick, so it's going to only be the two of us, okay?" I felt myself blush as I said it. "I'll be there in two minutes, okay y/n?" I nodded, and hung up on him. "Is Ryan Bergara really having a movie night with me?" I sighed, and collapsed on the couch. I grabbed some blankets from the closet , and placed them on the back of the couch. 

I heard the doorbell ring, and jumped up, opening the door to a flustered Ryan. I laughed and called him in. "Thanks for turning up, Ryan." He smiled, and turned his face away, but I still caught a glimpse of his bright red cheeks. "It's nothing, y/n.   I didn't want to ditch you, and I wouldn't give up a movie night with you." He murmured the last part, but I still heard it.

My own face flushed, and I laughed quietly. "H-Here Ryan, let's go and finally watch some movies." He laughed. "Okay, y/n. Here, I'll let you pick the movie, okay. Since I was late and all." I glanced over the movie cases, and a wicked smile spread across my face, as I noticed a romcom that I'd never watched, but all my friends had told me to. 

"Let's watch...this one!" I triumphantly pulled the case out of the rack, and Ryan rolled his eyes playfully. "No, y/n! Really?" I nodded, and giggled as I put the DVD in. "It's my choice, Ryan~" I teased, laying back on the couch and watching, and I blushed as Ryan placed his arm around my shoulders, hugging me close to him.  My face stayed a light red, no matter what. 

Halfway through the movie, I realized how awkward this was, with the plot being incredibly stale.  I glanced over at Ryan however, and noticed that he was engrossed into it, his eyes glazed over. He quickly snapped out of though, as a kissing scene started on-screen. Ryan ducked his head, looking at his lap quietly. 

I laughed at him, and he looked at me, his face a beet red. "W-What, y/n?" I giggled. "What, have you never been kissed before?" Ryan sighed. "Of course I have, but who kisses like that?" Ryan gestured to the screen, and I nodded, as he had a point. "I mean, I've been kissed before, but like normal pecks on the lips, not full on like that."

 I looked at him, and our faces were barely inches away, right as the movie ended and a light love song played in the background. Ryan and I stared at each other, his brown eyes looking deep into my own, Ryan's arm pulling me closer to him slowly. I placed a careful hand on his chest, and moved a bit closer, his lips barely a breath away from mine.

I made the first careful move, placing my lips onto Ryan's pink ones, at the exact same time he moved closer to me, and our lips moved together in careful fashion, my hand gently grasping his shirt.  Ryan wrapped both of his arms around me, and we savored the stolen moments, before Ryan carefully let go, and winked at me, pushing a note into my grasp as he left, leaving me on the couch, running a finger over my still tingling lips.

I glanced at the note. I had to stifle a giggle and a gasp when I read it. Stupid Ryan Bergara and his beautiful self.

y/n:

shane wasn't really sick. i just wanted time with you. <3

-your ry

word count: 857 -_(i_i)_-

~L