My older brother Luke is supposed to be here soon. He lives with his dad-we have the same mom but different dads- so he's not around much, especially now that he's nineteen.

I hear voices in the living room so I assume he's here now. I go out there to say hi but see he's not alone. One of his friends, a guy in a few of my classes that I'm friends-but-not-really-friends with, is with him. "Oh, hey, Ryker," I greet him. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"We've been hanging out today and he's staying the night at my house but he wanted to stop by here for a bit," Ryker explains as some of his dirty blonde hair falls over his light blue eyes. He flips it away and smiles slightly.

"Well, welcome to our place," I say as I look away. My relationship with Ryker, or lack of, I should say, is interesting but not really. From the very first time I saw him, I wanted to kiss him. I'm extremely shy, I have a more rare type of social anxiety and because of it, I don't talk in school. I mean, I kind of talk to some acquaintances although they do the talking and I listen and nod, sometimes I actually talk but not often. Anyways, Ryker is a year ahead of me and when I was a freshman, we had study hall together. He always tried to get me to talk to him but I never would. I was even more nervous around him because I was attracted to him. Our study hall was our fourth hour which meant we had the same lunch. Every day for a month he would come over to where I was sitting and told me to come sit with him, but I never did. I stayed by myself and we never really interacted again until my junior year, this year. We have two classes together, making it our fourth semester together. He talks to me daily and I actually talk back, only with a few words but still, progress.

I talk to my brother for a few minutes and then go to my room. About an hour later I hear someone knocking on my door. I open my door and see Ryker standing there. "Hey, Anastasia."

"Ryker, hi. What are you doing up here? I figured you'd be down in Luke's room."

"I think that's one of the first times you've ever actually said more than a sentence at a time to me," he laughs.

"I-I'm not as nervous and anxious outside of school, especially not here," I stutter. I was trying to actually have a conversation with him and not appear to be anxious but now that he mentioned it, my anxiety level is rising. "A-anyways, what's up, what brings you here?"

"Luke's on the phone with his some girl, I figured I'd come say hi to you, see what's up. So, are you going to invite me in your room or what?" He smiles again.

"Oh, uh, sure," I say as I move out of the way so he can come in. He sits on the edge of my bed as I stand by the door.

"Nice room," he comments. "It's not at all what I would have expected your room to be like."

"Yeah? And what did you expect it to be like?"

"I don't know, different I guess." He runs a hand through his medium length hair. "As you probably know, I'm starting a band with your brother, you should come check us out sometime."

"I already planned on it."

"Right, because your brother's in it, duh," he says before getting up. "Well, I should probably get back to Luke."

I back up a bit as he heads for the door. "Thanks for stopping by." Why did I say thanks? "I mean, it was nice seeing you."

"It was nice seeing you too." He starts to walk out the door before turning to me again. He takes a few steps closer to me and I take a deep breath. I'm trying not to be as nervous as I am which only seems to make it worse. "I'll see you in class," he says.

See, nervous for nothing, Anastasia, I think to myself. I go to sit on my bed as he catches my arm. He pulls me in closer to him and puts his hand on my face. He looks into my eyes before lightly kissing me. He pulls back for a second before kissing me again.

I pull away from him with wide eyes. "Wha-what was that?'

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," he stands with his mouth open. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Ana. I know you have a boyfriend, I don't know why I did that."

He wasn't wrong, I do have a boyfriend, I really do. For almost fifteen months I've been dating this guy, Rian. We have a really good relationship, although we've had a few bumps in the road. He's really insecure and sometimes overreacts because of it.

"Y'know," I say. "For three years, ever since the moment I saw you walking in the hallways freshman year, I've wanted to kiss you. I really have. I've imagined it so many times, it's ridiculous. I never thought I would finally kiss you and not be happy afterwards, but I'm kind of upset with you right now. You know I'm with Rian."

"I know, and I'm so, so, so sorry. I feel so bad and I don't know why I did that, I just did. I was stupid, I wasn't thinking, please don't be mad at me." He looked so sad and I actually kind of felt bad for a minute.

"Please, please just leave," I quietly say. He apologizes a million more times before he leaves.

I immediately text Rian to tell him what happened.

Me: Hey, Rian.

Rian: Hey, angel.

Me: I need to tell you something.

Rian: What is it? Is everything okay?

Me: Ryker kissed me.

Rian: What?! Why are you even with him? What happened?

Me: Luke came over and he brought him with. Ryker came up to my room to talk to me while he was on the phone with his girlfriend. We were just talking like we would in school, although I actually said more than a few words. He got up to leave and he kissed me, twice. He apologized about a million times.

Rian: He knows you're taken, doesn't he?"

Me: Yes he does. I'm sorry, Ry.

Rian: Thank you for telling me. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go kick someone's ass.

Me: You're not going to do anything, I handled it. I need to go, I love you.

Rian: Love you too.

I throw my phone next to me and fall back onto my bed and sigh. I'm glad Rian took it well and didn't freak out like I was expecting. Well, school should be interesting on Monday.

This is one of the first things I've written in a long time. It's loosely based off of my life, meaning Ryker is a person I know in real life, although names are changed into ones I like better. Ryker is a guy I know and everything is true about him except we never kissed. The only real thing is our past together. Although I really do have a boyfriend, I have always wanted to kiss real-life Ryker and thought I could make a good story out of it so here is my attempt at that.