"We're gonna get married one day." I told him with a smirk.
Ryan rolled his eyes with a laugh, "You keep thinking that, Bren."
I met Ryan Ross through my best friend Spencer Smith when I was 15. The two had known each other their entire lives & were practically family. It didn't take long for Ryan and I to become friendly with each other. We'd tease each other, similar to the way kids in elementary school would when they liked each other. The relationship we displayed in front of Spencer was totally different than the one we had going on through text messages. We'd send flirty texts back and forth into the wee hours of the night. A smile never left my lips when Ryan would tell me how much he liked me and how cute he thought I was.
We sat at the picnic table in Spencer's back yard, his younger sisters out there with us. Ryan passed his marijuana pipe around the table.
"Want a hit?" Ryan asked, cloudy smoke slipping out from his parted lips.
I shook my head no and Spencer did