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Ryan’s POV

After a couple of months, one would think things would get easier. That Sunny would slip out of my mind as easy and fast as she took over, that I could be normal again without faking it everyday. But no, if anything, things just got harder. Why? Because I thought I could live with that oath of Friends Forever and the cliché of pinky promises, I thought it would be enough. But it’s not. Cause I don’t wanna be just her friend and at the same time there’s nothing I can do about it. If I tell her, she’ll freak on me and everything will turn to shit again, and I can’t go through that hell a second time. I can’t lose what I have of her, even if it reduces to a pinky promise I’ve learned to live from cause I need it to live. Though it hasn’t been easy, since all Sunny ever talks about now is William, William and William.

At first I thought he was cute, and ignored all the pangs of jealousy when he made her laugh of giggle, smirking on the inside cause whatever he did, she promised to stay with me in the first place. But now, I couldn’t just ignore it, cause I knew she was falling for him and falling hard, she didn’t even have to tell me, I could see it, I know her well enough to see it and she wasn’t exactly hiding it. William became a constant presence around us and the more I saw him, the less I saw Sunny. I was on the verge of freaking out, but every time that promise came to calm me down, make me take a deep breath and realize that I was overreacting.

Besides, there was another… person… who kept me interested enough. The only person who could make me forget about Sunny, the only person, besides her, that I’ve ever loved and some of that was still there. I played with the idea of getting back with him, to see if this would work out, but I was scared shitless to get hurt as bad as I did, even when I knew for a fact he was really sorry and willing to fix things. He’s not a very good liar, especially when he’s getting fucked.

So, there I was, sprawled on the couch, fiddling with my sidekick while thinking if I should respond to the latest Brendon message that read a simple line inviting me over. We both knew we weren’t watching a movie and having popcorn. Sunny was in the kitchen, making something for dear William, who I was told should be arriving any minute now, to work in their final project which consisted on a sitcom script. That was the main reason I wanted out and also why I wanted to stay… spying behind the tree, right?

The doorbell went off and I knew who it was, so I didn’t even bother looking when I opened the door. Sunny was in the living room when I dropped myself back on the couch and still toyed with my sidekick, watching them on the corner of my eye. William was grinning from ear to ear.

“Hey. What’s with the smile? You’re gonna pull a muscle.” Sunny said.

“I’ve got the best news ever!” He said grinning even wider. Sunny just stared at him. “I told you I was sending the unrevised version of the script to LA, right?”

“Yeah…” Sunny nodded, a confused look on her face.

“Well, they called me this afternoon and…” William paused for dramatic effect. I just wanted to punch him. “They accepted it! They want the complete version and maybe a couple of episodes by the end of the year!”

Sunny yelled and William squealed and I just wanted to kill myself. Especially when in all their emotion and celebration, they kissed. I felt like choking, I tried to force myself and look away but not a single muscle in my body was responding. The kiss couldn’t last more than a few seconds, but to me, those were 2 fucking hours. When they came back to their senses and pulled away, blushing and coughing awkwardly, the air made its way back into my lungs and realized I was still gripping the sidekick in my hand. Sunny looked at me.

“Sorry about that…” She mumbled, still flustered and breathing fast. I shook my head and plastered a smile on my face.

“It was about damn time, you mofos!” I said with a fake giggle I hoped Sunny wouldn’t notice. “It seems you have a lot to celebrate and work on, so I better leave you.” I faked another smile while I got a jacket from the hanger by the door. I waved them goodbye and left the house, still gripping the sidekick, knowing I was holding my only way out.

Oh, the irony. Sunny once used Spencer to get over me and now I was using Brendon to get over her. Why couldn’t we just meet somewhere in between?


Sunny’s POV

After Ryan left I took a deep breath and looked at William. What the fuck? Okay, I’m not going to lie; I like the boy more than I’m willing to admit and I might have wanted to kiss him since he picked up my pens in class.

“We-we should get to work, right?” I said with a nervous smile. “I’ll go for the snacks.” I added quickly and turned to the kitchen. Once there I leaned on the counter trying to catch my breath. I could still feel my heart pounding in my chest.

“Sunny?” William was now standing on the kitchen’s door. I looked at him. “I-- I’m…” He was stuttering again, it was adorable.

“Bill, it’s okay…” I said, but he cut me off.

“It’s not. I’ve wanted to kiss you since I took your pens off the ground.” He said and… didn’t I just say that like 30 seconds ago? William took a few steps closer to me while I stared blankly, like every single thought in my brain vanished. I just stood there as William got closer, his hand cupping my face, his lips touching mine softly and I closed my eyes kissing back.

Something inside of me got loose and my arms wrapped around his neck deepening the kiss as his long fingers crept on the exposed skin between my jeans and my shirt. The kiss grew deeper and harder and soon enough I was pressed against the counter in a heavy make out session, our hands urgently searching each other’s body. I was feeling lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, but honestly I didn’t give a shit: I wasn’t stopping that kiss for my life. It was him who pulled away and took at deep breath. I was panting and so was he, his eyes dark and lustful, staring…

I didn’t even have to speak. I nearly jumped back into his arms, holding on to his neck again, kissing him passionately and needy. I felt him groan in his throat as his hands gripped my ass and pushed me closer, where I could feel his excitement. I pulled away, nipping his lower lip and staring at him. I still didn’t say anything, just took his hand and led him to my bedroom. He was smiling and I was biting my lip.

By the time my door was closed, William had already thrown his shirt to the ground and was yanking mine over my head. From then on, everything happened in a blur of lust, heat, sweat, kisses and touches. Happening so fast and at the same time in slow motion, my skin became this oversensitive organ that shivered and reacted to every movement and graze, to every glance and kiss. I don’t even know when William managed to get a condom or where the heck did he get it, but those things weren’t important. All that mattered was that we had to be as close as I could, or terrible, terrible things would happen to the world.

Wrapping my legs around his hips, his hands rested on my thighs as he started moving in and out, his lips stuck like glue to mine. We became a single heap of lustful moans and whimpers, my nails clawing his back and my teeth sinking in my lower lip as his teeth left marks on my neck. I cling to him as my orgasm washed over me, over and over again, followed a few seconds later by him. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t even breathe, all I could do was to hold him close as the feeling subsided, never wanting to let go. We stayed there in silence, snuggled up into each other as our panting slowed down, sharing a few tender kisses.

“I think we should get back to work, though.” I broke the silence with a smile while my fingers got lost in his hair.

“We probably should.” He said getting comfortable in the crook of my neck. His breath tickled me and I giggled, hugging him closer.

“Look at the bright side, the sooner we finish, the sooner we can come back to bed.” I smirked with the last few words and I felt him smile against my skin.

“If you put it that way…” We kissed for a minute, before William got off the bed and grabbed his clothes from the floor. I sat on the bed, covering myself with the sheet. “I’ll go clean up and meet you on the living room.” He said leaning down and kissing me again before leaving the room.

I sighed and fell on my back on the bed, too happy and tired to move and feeling like my chest would burst in flowers and rainbows and other cheesy shit. On a daze I picked up my own clothes and got dressed, the stupid goofy grin stuck on my face. I walked down the hall fixing my hair and I caught a glimpse of William, hunched over the table, reading whatever paper we had to work on and I knew it: I wanted this to work, I wanted this to last for as long as it could and maybe even more. It was the first time in a long time I felt this way about someone who apparently feels the same way. I don’t wanna ruin it. Whatever it takes…