The movie ended but I didn’t remember any of it. I just remember thinking of Ryder and how there was nothing anyone could do about him moving.I would never find anyone that I loved more than Ryder.
We were both silent as we exited the movie theater. When we got to his truck, we just sat there for a moment and he didn’t start the car.
“Can we talk about this?” Ryder asked.
“What is there to talk about? You’re moving and I’ll never see you again.” I said a bit too dramatically.
Ryder laughed it off, “You might see me again. I just wanna talk about the move, and… us.”
“When are you leaving?” I asked not looking at him.
“In a week.” He didn’t look at me, and that was probably a good thing because the death stare I gave him could’ve killed him.
“How long have you known?!” I shouted.
I would only have a week to spend time with Ryder and say goodbye. This irritated me. He’s had to have known for some time. Then it hit me. I thought back to the day he started acting weird.
“Look, I wanted to tell you Bridgett, I just, I didn’t know how. I love you.” Ryder reached to hold my hand but I pulled away. “I’m sorry.”
“Will you take me home now?” I stared out the window as Ryder started the car and turned the radio to a country station.
It was a short ride, but it seemed like an eternity had passed. We stopped at my house and I got out of the car before Ryder could say another word. Then I heard a car door open. I turned around and there was Ryder. He grabbed me and pulled my face up to his, igniting a kiss. I kissed him back. It was like sparks were flying and I was on cloud nine. This was happening. And I liked it.
“I love you.” Ryder said pulling away.
“I love you too.” I said lifting my hands from his shoulders.
Just like that, Ryder got back in his truck and drove off.