three mistakes you made. A) commenting on how I was raised, seeing as I’m not the Teen Mom reject right now, you may want to quit before you embarrass yourself any further. B) Assuming that I give a damn how you got yourself pregnant. That would mean I’d have to care about you and trust me I have three fucks to give and none of them are going in your direction. C) insulting my intelligence. This conversation has nothing to do with popularity, something that meant I’d actually have to give up one of those three fucks I’ve been saving. Unfortunately I’m not giving them up for something as trifle as you or the thoughts of the student body. Nice try though.
Sweetheart! You really are low, now aren’t you! Okay, first off, she’s not a ‘teen mom’, she’s twenty. Twenty. Not a slutty thirteen-year-old running around half-naked. She’s a responsible adult who is perfectly entitled to have sex with her boyfriend of four years. Yes, she got pregnant. So. What. That is something we are able to handle. So, that silly ‘teen mom’ crap, you can stop. Avery is stating the people who raised you weren’t capable, considering the snobby bitch you turned out to be. So, shut it, Hollaback-Girl. She’s not embarrassing herself, you are, by stating the wrong facts. Wait, are you really that stupid, Newman? You don’t care yet you’re fighting a battle you’re going to loose, anyway. If you didn’t care, you’d be quiet and sit your ass down and ignore Avery and I’s problem. If you were intelligent whatsoever you’d shut-up. You don’t have to be a Ravenclaw to figure that one out. Popularity? Obviously you’re acting like a stuck-up snob for acceptance from ‘the cool kids’, or possibly fear, something you can perch yourself upon. It sucks that we’re not manipulative teenagers anymore, sweetheart, so we won’t fear you, only shut you down. You’re immaturity astounds me.
Silly, Newman, thinking she could just insult my Avery and my son and get away without me saying something
Oh, and by the way… Your argument? Yeah, it’s invalid.
Ryan smiled, “Right.. Stupid question.” He had figured that Avery would have at some point met the demon child, otherwise known as Katy as he used to spend every moment with her. Used to. "Of course she did, she can’t keep her nose out of other’s business. Well, I mean.. I did tell her but, she didn’t have to tell other people. My mother or not." He huffed, realising how irrelevant his argument was. He only smiled when Avery tried to tell him it was only a quick reaction, "It wasn’t. If it was quick, my mother would have talked to me when I visited her in the hospital. She only talked to Katy, Rue and Eve and then ordered Katy to kick me out!" It was one of those days Ryan hated his family and couldn’t wait to get away from them, but, the fact it was only legal for his to leave home last year was making him struggle to stay away. "That’s only if something doesn’t happen to us or Eve doesn’t hate me too." As soon as Ryan had uttered those words, he regretted them. But he didn’t want to take them back. What if Avery and Ryan broke-up again? What if they gave the kid away, like Ryan wanted?
Ryan grinned, “I would have never guessed!” he teased and smiled lightly at the tickling sensation she made with her fingers on his. He stepped with her, laughing inside at her quiet, almost whining tone that reminded him of a small child begging their mother in a candy store. “Well.. I suppose it’s not that big.” Ryan shrugged, now unsure if it was even worth the trip out here, but he was also keen to thinking of baby names now that they knew the it was a boy. Even though the best Ryan could come up with was Bob. "Well.. You know my twin, Katy, right?" Ryan drew a deep breath and continued, "When I was home, I told her about my situation, hoping she could help me… But.. She got mad and we started fighting. Then she told our parents.." He sighed and took in another round of cold air, "Then my Mother said that I was only nineteen. Then she kicked me out of home." He looked to the floor and then back up at Avery, "It’s okay. I live here now, so, I’m fine. I can just go and spend my Summer with Eve and you and our kid." He shrugged it off and continued to walk, listening to the squeaks of the wet grass under them as the walked.
"Well she certainly isn’t my beautiful girlfriend." Ryan smiled as he turned to pull her in to hug with her, his arms wrapped firmly around her neck and his nose buried in her sweet-smelling hair. When he finally let Avery go, he looked into her eyes, wanting to kiss her badly, but she would only push him away until he told her why he had called her out at such a weird time.
Ryan often did suppress his feelings, as he didn’t want to look like he was as troubled as he was deep-down. It was a bad habit that he couldn’t simply break overnight. “Maybe I just wanted to talk to you face-to-face instead of our phone calls?” He lied. This was one of the many reasons why he wanted to see her, but not the main one, “Why are you so sudden in your questions.” He wondered, lacing his fingers between Avery’s as she did to him. “Walk with me.” Ryan said as he began to slowly pace through the wet grass to reach the pathway.
The mud lifted from the bottom of the lake and it became easier to stir, however the softening twig was about to snap, but it was a way to kill time, but Ryan was luckily a very patient person.
A pair of hands that covered Ryan’s eyes were soft and it caused him to stop moving the stick and grin widely, “Hmm… Tender hands and a soft voice. I have no clue.” He joked placing his fingers on hers, trying to pry them off his face to cuddle her.
It was twilight on the 28th of April and Ryan felt suddenly tired and had an urge to sleep, but he felt like he needed to see Avery as the only time he had seen her since he got back was when they went to the doctor to find out more about their baby. It was a boy! A smile appeared on Ryan’s face just as he thought about having a son. The timing of this whole ordeal was utterly horrible, but he had promised to stay, just for Avery. The setting sun looked pretty in the sky as he walked towards the lake area, sitting on the edge of the grass just before the water as they said that was where they were going to meet. To pass time, he picked up a stick and began to stir it around in the water, waiting for Avery to show.
Ryan looked at her, shaking his head softly. She didn’t seem to get how much Ryan just didn’t want this. He listened to her carefully, taking in her every word; even though he had been calm the whole time, he was ready to burst. But, he didn’t. He maintained his composure and nodded at her every word. “You don’t understand how much I want to be able to man up and be there - and I will - but, I’m not ready to start a family, yet. I know how ‘if I’m mature enough to have sex, I’m mature enough to look after a baby’ and I know that, but I just..” He trailed off and stopped talking, waiting for Avery to rant at him.
"Stay." Ryan demanded softly, so he was barely even talking, "Please stay with me." He sighed and wiped his teary eyes, "I’ll stay with you if you stay here now and we come to a conclusion." He sniffed and raised himself to kiss her forehead softly, "I wouldn’t trade you for the world, so why give up for something that I made."
No matter how much he didn’t want to do it, he hated seeing her do anything other than smile. So he pulled out a square box and knelt down, presenting the ring that lay in there. “First off, I’m not marrying you just yet, but I will someday.” Ryan laughed, his teary eyes staring into hers, “And I’m not ready over this baby drama, yet, so we will conclude that when we can. But this, Avery, is my pledge to you-” He grinned, drawing a harsh, shaking breath, “-That I will never leave your side, through thick and thin. That you’ll be my one and only. That I will love you forever. That I will never do anything without you or anything to hurt you.” The dampness of the grass that he knelt on was cold, but he bared through it to finish his speech. “Now, for you to accept, you have to promise that you will do everything I have said and most of all, be my beautiful girlfriend that I parade everywhere. This is a promise ring.”
Rolling his eyes, Ryan interjected, “It wasn’t entirely your fault, okay.” He huffed, trying to make her feel a little better, but he knew it wouldn’t. He frowned harshly when she said that she would never give him up - not because he was confused at to why they were referring to the baby as a he, when they didn’t know yet - because he, personally, thought it would be an easier way to give all the stress up and they could go back to everything the way it was.
Ryan could see that Avery had been crying and an instinct was to hug her but, he couldn’t or wouldn’t, more like it. “Seriously, Avery, take it. It’s yours, you left it at my place the last time you came of to stay the night.” He said, smiling, “I’m not going to wear it, you may as well.” Ryan stood, slightly taken aback, “What am I ‘putting you through’? By saying that maybe I don’t want to have a child? By saying that I’m not going to be there 24/7 to get you a cup of tea when you need?” He scoffed.
"I’m not stupid, Avery.” Ryan said firmly, rolling the small stones under his feet, waiting for her stop talking so he could tell her everything he had ever wanted to tell her, every secret… Everything. Then she finally kept quiet, “You.” He started, his throat was dryer than usual, “It was you who didn’t tell me you decided not to tell me that you had gone off the pill. We could have found another way. But no. We didn’t and this is where we are now.” Ryan said shortly, with his short, pretending like it was some kind of joke, tone, “Look at us. We’ve been together for four years with no fighting, disagreements or anything and now I am-” He used hand gestures to show her, “-This close to walking out of here. If it’s pulling so much stress on us, give the child up for adoption. If we can’t handle it, then it would be best to give it to someone who can.” Ryan sighed, he would never want to give his kid away, but there seemed to be no other option. He knew Avery would never agree, but it was only a mere suggestion. “This-” Ryan pulled out a metal necklace with Avery’s name on it, in her hand, “-Is yours.” It was a perfect moment to give her the ring, but he didn’t.. He waited.
Avery just didn’t seem to get what he was saying, “You’re pushing me,” Ryan said softly, looking at the floor, “I feel like you’re pushing me to do things one way.” His body was numb and he couldn’t bare to even move, but he wanted to run away from her. If he didn’t have a child with her, he would never talk to her again, but he did so he had to work to make the best out of the situation, but he was failing to an extent that was barely even possible. He drew a deep breath of cold air and began to talk once more, “I feel like you think you know everything, and you think that raising a child is easy. It’s a special journey, but, the things that happen before then are some of the biggest challenges life can throw at you.” Ryan was confused. She seemed so pleased about having a child at a time that couldn’t be worse, that it was going to be easy and fun. He knew that it wasn’t, but she didn’t seem too.
Ryan had never experienced a fight with Avery before, and he wanted it to stop, but somehow he just couldn’t help but have this urge to prove his point. “I desperately want to be there, but honestly, you’re making it difficult to want to be there. What I’m feeling towards you has nothing to do with the baby.” He hissed. He felt love, resentment and disappointment towards Avery alone. Maybe Claire was right about him. Maybe all he was ever going to do was hurt her. "I don’t listen! If I did listen, you wouldn’t be carrying a baby right now." He yelped, his voice rising slightly to match her tone
Ryan eyed her carefully, not moving them anywhere but from her. Did Avery honestly just tell him that if he couldn’t be there from the start, that he shouldn’t be there at all? Being Ryan, he had to make things irrational, “You know what. Maybe it’s time for you to understand that I have a say in this too. Just because the baby is inside you it doesn’t mean it belongs to me any less than it does to you.” He was angry.. at himself for making so many stupid mistakes, “If I can’t be there twenty-four seven I shouldn’t be there at all? So be it. Maybe you should just be strong and try handling this by yourself.” Ryan was never a smart boy when it came to relationships, especially when that girl is pregnant, “It depends, now. Considering you don’t want me too.”
Ryan felt dizzy, his head spinning in odd ways, “Either way, I’ll still love it.” He drew a large breath and continued to talk, “I would like to be there for all the appointments and whatever.” He said, without addressing any of the things she had said.
Ryan listened to every word she said, taking it in like it was only mere oxygen. He understood what she was saying, but she didn’t seem to understand what he meant, of course he was - regardless if he wanted to or not - going to be there for everything his child did, but it’s more the fact that maybe she wasn’t taking in what he said, “I never said I wasn’t going to be there for everything. But, even if we aren’t together I can still do it.” Ryan whispered, wanting to just crawl into a bottomless pit of nothing. “I love you because of that day on the fallen willow tree and the four years after it, I have been lucky enough to have someone like you by my side and I’m not going to walk off like they meant nothing.” He sighed and flicked his hair away from his face.
His father. Ryan was his father. “Is the baby a boy?” He asked, the excitedness rose within him, he had always wanted a son. However, a daughter would have been nice too, either way he wasn’t bothered, but now he knew that it was a boy he was looking forward to it. Someone to play catch with, to talk about girls with, to teach him everything his father taught him. He knew that in the future he would want a bigger family, but having your first-born a boy was a big thing for Ryan.
The words ‘I miss you' pushed him away from the idea of leaving her for good. However he was unsure if she missed him or his protection and warmth, either way Ryan held onto the box that enclosed a special gift for her. “Enough of this.” Ryan said firmly, “I don't want you gushing. I want use to talk… Like adults.” He felt horrible for saying such words that could have hurt her like knifes but he shook his head, trying to defuse the tension.
Ryan took a deep breath, “What I did was stupid. It was one of the worst decisions I’ve ever made in my life. I just got a shock.” He sighed and held her hands, “I still love you, I just need to think things through. I am going to have to be the one to support this family and… I just don’t know anymore.” The stress that was on Ryan was too heavy for him to carry, but he knew he had to get through it, all he wanted was to go home and cry to his sisters and mother about it all. But, it was time to be an adult.
Her quick pacing made Ryan smile, his head told him to run up to her and hold her, telling her that there was no need to run, he was going to protect her. But he couldn’t. It’s not that he wouldn’t jump after anyone who tried to hurt her, it was more the fact that he was taken by the way she just didn’t seem to care about him standing in the middle of the night, hoping she’ll talk to him. Maybe she’s over me Ryan’s head whispered maybe she hates me for leaving her. Obviously anyone would be mad if their long-term partner left them, but he knew that she needed him, and the feeling was mutual. For different reasons, of course.
"Avery, please, listen-" Ryan pleaded, his voice trembling, "-we need to sort this out." He wanted her back, but he felt he couldn’t show it, considering the fact she stood unamused infront of him.
It was a cold night and the frost was getting to Ryan’s toes and not to mention the red cherry that was his nose. He had taken a liking to late night walks - apart from the fact he nearly got shot by a bow and arrow yesterday - to clear his head, however the answer always remained in the back of his head, Ryan was just trying to avoid it for as long as he possibly could.
When he was walking, he spotted a stunning girl walking down the path, she had silky blonde hair that curled perfectly and amazing eyes the shone out of the darkness, accept for the fact she was obsessing over her tummy, constantly rubbing it and her hands on it.. Only one girl did that… Avery Maddox looked her best she had done in a long time and he was positive she had not changed, despite the mood swings. He tried to avoid her, but Ryan couldn’t. He was drawn to her. “Avery, wait!” Ryan shouted, he couldn’t stop himself.
“Foxface?” Emma said, with raised eyebrows and a ‘not bad’ look on her face, “Me Gusta.” She giggled and blew away a bug that was flying by her face, “I love the Hunger Games. When I found out Katniss uses a bow and arrow, it made me happy that I chose such a sport.” Emma smiled. She kicked stones that lay on the path as they walked, listening to the noises it made, “Avery’s a nice girl. I really like her. You chose a good girl to have a kid with if I say so myself.” She laughed and spun around in circles.
She was like the less-crazy more-weird version of this university’s Luna Lovegood.
“Aw, that’s nice of you, sweets.” Emma grinned and stopped her spinning as the motion made her feel dizzy, “It doesn’t take much confidence, because you can’t even see the crowd, the blaring lights make you go—” She stopped talking and made an odd wiggling movement with an odd expression. “I am like a little box of rainbows. Truly.” Emma sighed and stopped walking, “Can you climb?” She asked, looking at him with her bottom lip in her teeth. Her face flushed, however it was both undetectable in the moonlight and also it wasn’t because she was hot, “Do what, sweets?”
"Foxface. I’m not actually going to call you that, I just wanted to say that you remind me of her." Ryan watched her feet kick the pebbles and making them go tumbling around the dusty pathway. He feared they were going to get lost as he had a terrible sense of direction, however he did not know if she did or not. "You should show me something some day. It looks hard though." He smiled and bit down on the collar of his jacket that was scratching his face. He shrugged, “I’m not even sure anymore. I love her, but I’m almost sick of seeing her all the time, if you know what I mean.” Ryan sighed.
"Don’t try telling me that. I know it does." He said, bursting out in laughter when she did what looked like an imitation of a dying seal, "You are a colourful one, now." He smirked and continued to walk until they reached a large tree. "Of course I can climb. I bet I can beat you climbing to the top." Ryan looked to Emma a smiled widely. "Everyone likes you. You’re mad and everyone embraces it." He laughed, "Meredith doesn’t count and I’m sure she doesn’t even know who you are."
Ryan focused on the girl that quickly jumped from being upside-down to being unharmed on the floor, “I’m going to call you Foxface.” He grinned, “Even though you don’t have a foxface, you remind me of the girl from The Hunger Games, Foxface.” Ryan was silent for a moment, then he hesitated to tell the girl with the promising eyes why he was indeed out here, “I’m here to think. Mostly about my baby, but Avery and my grades enter it too.” He fiddled with his hands, figuring she already knew by the fact he had spotted his ex entering Emma’s dorm the day before. Ryan chose to keep quiet and wait until they got further away to confide in the only person he had talked to since he broke-up with Avery.
Ryan shrugged, “That’s true.” He looked across at her and smiled, “I wish I was brave enough to perform, they always look like they’re having so much fun.” He sighed and let himself be pulled along by the girl who - even though he had only known her for a few days - always seemed to be filled with confidence, he admired her for that. “A shooter? How unusual. However, you’re filled with surprises aren’t you.” He winked back at her and shoved his hands in his pockets, wondering if Emma was simply bluffing by saying she was not cold. “How do you do it Emma?” He questioned, his eyebrows furrowed.
The cold wind brushed against Ryan’s face, but he pushed himself through it. He was desperate to reach his spot that he used to think at night, think about what to do with his child, his ex-girlfriend and his studies. It was a place to clear his head. Ryan pulled his jacket across him more as the ice was somehow getting through his jacket and he felt the chills in his bones.
He was walking passed the empty - or so he thought - courtyard when a voice called his name and he looked up, “Who’s there!?” Ryan said, slightly scared, as after all, it was Friday 13th. Then he spotted a bunch of black hair and pale skin hanging upside-down on a tree. Before he could stop, a scream left his lips, before he realized it was only Emma. “Sterling! Please!” Ryan huffed, “Come down! Aren’t you cold?” He questioned, watching her, “Why have you got a bow and arrows?”
ooc: I think you should use a celebrity face to be your sister instead of what I'm guessing is either you or your sister? just because It would fit more into a roleplay and having your sister be a true person kind of ruins that idea? xx
ooc: Alesha is my best friend (The one with the black hair/blue eyes) and she was the only person I could think of. As for Rue, I honestly couldn’t think of anyone and then I came across her on my Harry Potter role-play. So. If you have a suggestion, I’m up for it, but sorry, I can’t think of anyone and I’ll just keep it as it is until I think of anyone (: But, Katy Perry is his twinnnnnn’s playby. and the one he’s talking about w/Emma.
I’m Emma and I’m an only child. I’m studying in the performing arts.
LOLOLOL THAT SOUNDED SO MONOTONOUS LEMME FIX THAT. Well, Ryan, I’m Emmmmaaaa and I’m sadly an only and I was never given a sibling. You should give me your sister that I look like so we can tell everyone we’re twinnys. I’m in the fantastic field of the performing arts. A doctor? What type? Oooh. Is Charlie that girl with the blonde hair and the mouse-like features? She’s pretty. Well, I’m drinking tea and dancing around.
Ahaha, you’re a cutie. I like you, I get a feeling you’re not scared of what people think of you. That’s really nice. PA-LEASE TAKE HER. Like, it’s actually scary how much you look like her. Performing arts? That’s SO COOL. It’s good to see someone so enthusiastic about a subject that’s not so popular here. Neurophysiology. I like stuff like that. She is pretty. But, she doesn’t even like me, so. Fun!