Ryan
"I think your little brother is out of luck, 'cause I'm pretty
sure I like you." You say while blushing furiously.
"Well, I feel bad for Aaron, then. He's missing out on this
amazing girl that likes me, for once." Ryan brags.
"For once? What do you mean?" You ask.
"The ladies usually like him." Ryan states. "But that's
fine with me, since I got the better lady."
"Why would they like him? I mean, he's just so. . . plain, and
boring." You say, confused.
"They say he's more. . . . . normal. . . than me." You see
Ryan has difficulty saying this.
"Normal? How are you not normal?" You ask.
"I don't want to talka about until I know you better, okay?"
He says, obiously sad.
He has some sad puppy dog eyes, and it just kills you to see them all
droopy and dissapointed.
"Yeah, that's all right." You tell him.
Darn, you are such a friggin' softie sometimes!
What do you do next?
Choose Ryan. He's a charmer, cute, has a sense of humor. Why wouldn't
you choose him.
