Why do you always go to sleep early on nights like these...?
I finally stumbled through the door, exhausted, at quarter after 10, only to find a note on the table from Spencer and Jon saying that they'd gone out and would be back later. But then... where was Ryan?
"Hey, Ross!" I called out, walking over to the tiny couch and examining the empty wrappers on it. Okay, he'd definately been there.
"Ryro?" I tried again, but there was no response.
I walked over to the bedroom and let myself in, only to find him conked out on the bunk bed.
That's right... he always is in bed early on interview nights. I shrugged. Damned if I knew why.
Crossing over to the bed, I sat down tiredly next to his sleeping form and looked down at him. Ryan looked positively angelic with the moonlight highlighting his soft features. I reached out unconsciously to brush his bangs out of his eyes, just thinking about how cute he looked sleeping there.
It's not that I'm into guys. Ryan just has such a girly face that I feel justified in thinking that he's cute. And in telling him so. It's even cuter when he blushes, but that part I keep to myself.
I didn't want to wake him getting into the top bunk, so I opted for sleeping on the couch.
"Night, Ry," I whispered, kissing him lightly on the top of his head and leaving the room, closing the door quietly behind me.