Fic- 20 Questions
I'm on a roll! I feel so proud of myself for finishing another fic. I think it took me about an hour and a half to write this. I had finished watching The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants and I felt inspired. So here it is!
Title- 20 Questions (Fluff)
Rating- PG-13?????
Pairing-RyandColin (duh!)
Diclaimer- I'll just come out and say it, I DO own them!!! *evil laughter* . . . Please don't shoot me! I was just kidding . . .
Summary- What can you do on a boring day? Play that wonderfully awesome game of . . . 20 Questions!!! and then some . . .
It was another one of those days. You know. Where there’s absolutely nothing to do but you have to do something or else your brain will collapse. Yeah, well, that’s how it was today.
Ryan and I sat there staring at the TV screen hoping that something interesting would pop on. Actually, it was more like staring past. We were both zoned out in or own little world contemplating what to do. We both sat in our own respective corners of the couch. Ryan had his feet plopped on the coffee table and I had one leg sort of under the other.
Mild boredom seemed to have drained away the afternoon leaving in its stead a nicely setting sun. I turned my head and watched out the window as the colors brightened and then faded a bit.
“What were we supposed to be doing today?” I turned back to Ryan who, too, was watching the setting sun. Or at least his face was in that direction but his eyes seemed to be looking past it all. The look didn’t stay there long.
“Hm? Oh, I don’t know. Something more interesting than this.” His hand wiggled listlessly.
My face brightened with sudden inspiration.
“What?” Ryan asked.
“Let’s play 20 Questions.” I offered.
He straightened in his corner. “Ok. You can go first.”
“Good.” I thought for a moment. “Ok.”
“Animal?” was Ryan’s first question.
“No.”
“Place?”
“Yes.”
“Close by?”
“No.”
“A building?”
“No.”
“A park?”
“No.”
“Um . . . Is it in a different country?”
“Oh . . .” I thought a moment. “No.”
Ryan crossed his arms over his chest, the sign that he was really thinking. “Is it a real place?”
“Maybe.”
“Can you find it in a movie?”
“Yes.”
“How about a book?”
“Yes.”
“Does this place have people?”
“Yes.”
“Does it have animals?”
“Maybe.”
“Is it a place you can escape to?”
“No.”
“So . . . a place that has people that you can only find in a book and movie . . .” He thought for a minute and I smiled. He probably wont get it. “Can I go there?”
“Maybe.” I smiled a little more.
“Have I heard about it?”
“Probably many times, so yes.”
“Have you been there?”
“No.”
“Do you want to go there?”
“Yes, someday.”
“Oh,” Ryan started to smile. He uncrossed his arms and I knew he had it almost figured out.
“Know what it is? You still have 4 questions.”
“Let’s see. Is there a lot of white in this place?”
“Yes.” He was just using up his questions now. Ryan had it figured out already.
“Is it heaven?”
“Yes.”
He threw up his arms in triumph. “I win!”
“Yay,” I clapped in fake enthusiasm but I was amazed that he got it so quickly.
Ryan put his arms down and straightened in his seat again. A pause. “Why did you think up heaven?”
I shrugged my shoulders and looked out the window to the long forgotten sun. I reached behind and turned on the tableside lamp. “I don’t know.” I looked back at him. “I guess I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.”
“Why?”
“Because . . . I can.” I looked at his expression as he turned away for a moment. There was nothing there to read but eyes, nose and mouth. “I have a question for you though.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Shoot.”
“What would you do if you knew that I would be gone tomorrow?” For some reason I felt guilty for asking him that. I don’t even know why I thought of it.
“Why? What’s wrong?” Concern and worry crossed his face and looked about to jump up and call 911.
“Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine.” I waved my hands at him to get him to calm down.
He leaned back and eyed me warily. “Oh, I don’t know.” Another pause.
A moment longer then it should be.
He moved a little and then a lot. He moved towards me and I felt the need to straighten up a bit. I removed my foot from underneath me and felt the blood rush back to it. But I wasn’t concerned about that.
I was concerned about the man who was rapidly approaching me. Ryan sat himself at an angle so he could look me directly in the eye. His knee brushed me as it came up on the coach.
“If I knew you wouldn’t be here tomorrow,” he whispered looking into my eyes. I tried to look away but those eyes kept me where I was. He had a way of doing that.
He leaned in a bit and slowly made his way closer to my face. He kept his eyes locked on mine and I couldn’t help but gasp as our lips brushed. He pulled away and I cast my eyes to one side but didn’t move. I don’t know why I didn’t object or move away. I just sat there. Ryan leaned in again after seeing that I wasn’t protesting.
He tilted his head a little before capturing my lips in his. I closed my eyes and a small sigh escaped between us. I couldn’t think of anything. Nothing, except maybe, the marvelous man who was draining any care I had. He moved up over me and I slid down the couch ‘till I was lying flat under him. I opened my eyes again to see that Ryan had never taken his eyes off me.
At that moment I couldn’t bring myself to think about why we were doing this. It all went back to that question. That stupid question I had asked. But it was all cause and effect. And I was starting to feel the effect getting bigger.
Our kisses had gotten deeper and more intimate while I was musing. I didn’t mind, not at this point at least. But I had to break away for a moment; catch my breath and consider something.
Ryan pulled back and fear passed over his face a brief second. Not for him, he knew what he was doing, but for me. “Are you ok?”
I smiled up at him. “Yeah.” He grinned in return but for some reason it didn’t reach the upper stories of his face. “You know,” I started “if I were to die tomorrow,” pausing for effect “I would be very happy.”