Love Unscripted
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“I think it’s almost three acres. Why?”
“Who owns that property over there? There’s nothing but a little shack house on it.” Ryan pointed to the east side of the lake.
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen anyone there. Deeds are public records; I’m sure it would be easy to find out.”
“I love this lake,” he said, the tone of adoration was evident. “I spent all day out there designing a house in my head.”
He looked over to me. “Tell me, if you could pick a place, where would you want to live?”
“I don’t know, but by a lake sounds perfect,” I answered truthfully.
“I wonder if I could buy that land over there?” Ryan pointed. “What?” he questioned my stare.
I was surprised by his comment. “I just assumed you would want to live closer to your parents; somewhere in Pennsylvania.”
“How’s the fish doing?” Bill asked, taking the seat next to me.
“It’s cooking, Dad.” Ryan pushed the tin foil pack closer to the center. He was not going to be distracted from his train of thought.
“Honey, it doesn’t matter to me. As long as I’m close to an airport I can live anywhere, but I’m not going any further west than Pittsburgh. What these people pay for homes in California is crazy. I could build a ten thousand square foot house here for the same amount of what you’d pay for a one bedroom apartment in L.A.”
“Ryan, are you planning on coming home for Thanksgiving?” Ellen interrupted.
“I was planning on it," he answered, turning his attention to her. “I want Taryn to meet Nick and Janelle, and I want to take her to Mellon Arena for a hockey game. I have to ask David to check on game dates and tickets.”
Ryan looked back at me, resuming our original conversation. “The only decision you need to make is what to do with the bar. If you still want to manage it too, then we have to live closer to the coast.”
“Pull that back to the edge, Son. It’s going to burn there,” Bill instructed.
While Ryan was distracted, I stood up from my chair.
“Excuse me, please,” I murmured. I pulled my car keys out of my coat pocket as I crossed the lawn.
Ryan trotted up behind me. “Tar, what’s up? Are you going somewhere?”
Part of me wanted to get the guitar out of the car; the other part did not want to have to think about selling the bar in order to keep a boyfriend.
“No. I’m not going anywhere,” I muttered.
“I thought maybe I upset you. Did I?” He took hold of my arm, stopping me from taking the next five steps that would put me at my car door.
“No. I’m not upset. I’m…” I sighed. “I’m not really ready to make those kinds of decisions, Ryan.”
“I understand. I’m sorry. I know… I’m rushing you.”
“Yeah, a little,” I whispered. “I need some processing time. I thought we’d stay in the apartment a while longer. You know, start there.” Frustration coated my words. I think I even huffed. I felt like everything was in fast-forward and at any moment, the proverbial carpet would get yanked out from underneath my feet.
Ryan looked conflicted by my reaction. “Come on, let’s go for a walk.”
He took me by the hand and led me towards the dock. We sat down on the long bench in the shadow of the cabin lights.
“Taryn, since I’ve met you, I’ve been thinking a lot about the future.” He scratched his forehead before looking me in the eyes again. “I can’t help it.”
Ryan picked up my hand and twined our fingers together.
“When I was out there on the lake today, all I could think about was building a house right over there in that clearing. I could see it all in my head.
A big log sided home with a private gated entrance. A boat dock over there jutting out on the water. A small boat house to keep a boat in.
“But all those thoughts include you. I’m not thinking about me anymore, I’m thinking about us. And maybe I’m rushing those thoughts, but I know what I want.
“I understand if you’re not ready for all of that just yet, but I want to know if you can picture it too. Is that something you want?”
I looked in his eyes when I spoke. “Yes, very much so.”
He let out a big sigh and smiled. “That’s good to know. Then we’re on the same page.
“But… last night when we were talking out on the beach, you sort of clammed up on me,” he sighed. “Before we go on… well, I just want to make sure that we want the same things.”
“Who owns that property over there? There’s nothing but a little shack house on it.” Ryan pointed to the east side of the lake.
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen anyone there. Deeds are public records; I’m sure it would be easy to find out.”
“I love this lake,” he said, the tone of adoration was evident. “I spent all day out there designing a house in my head.”
He looked over to me. “Tell me, if you could pick a place, where would you want to live?”
“I don’t know, but by a lake sounds perfect,” I answered truthfully.
“I wonder if I could buy that land over there?” Ryan pointed. “What?” he questioned my stare.
I was surprised by his comment. “I just assumed you would want to live closer to your parents; somewhere in Pennsylvania.”
“How’s the fish doing?” Bill asked, taking the seat next to me.
“It’s cooking, Dad.” Ryan pushed the tin foil pack closer to the center. He was not going to be distracted from his train of thought.
“Honey, it doesn’t matter to me. As long as I’m close to an airport I can live anywhere, but I’m not going any further west than Pittsburgh. What these people pay for homes in California is crazy. I could build a ten thousand square foot house here for the same amount of what you’d pay for a one bedroom apartment in L.A.”
“Ryan, are you planning on coming home for Thanksgiving?” Ellen interrupted.
“I was planning on it," he answered, turning his attention to her. “I want Taryn to meet Nick and Janelle, and I want to take her to Mellon Arena for a hockey game. I have to ask David to check on game dates and tickets.”
Ryan looked back at me, resuming our original conversation. “The only decision you need to make is what to do with the bar. If you still want to manage it too, then we have to live closer to the coast.”
“Pull that back to the edge, Son. It’s going to burn there,” Bill instructed.
While Ryan was distracted, I stood up from my chair.
“Excuse me, please,” I murmured. I pulled my car keys out of my coat pocket as I crossed the lawn.
Ryan trotted up behind me. “Tar, what’s up? Are you going somewhere?”
Part of me wanted to get the guitar out of the car; the other part did not want to have to think about selling the bar in order to keep a boyfriend.
“No. I’m not going anywhere,” I muttered.
“I thought maybe I upset you. Did I?” He took hold of my arm, stopping me from taking the next five steps that would put me at my car door.
“No. I’m not upset. I’m…” I sighed. “I’m not really ready to make those kinds of decisions, Ryan.”
“I understand. I’m sorry. I know… I’m rushing you.”
“Yeah, a little,” I whispered. “I need some processing time. I thought we’d stay in the apartment a while longer. You know, start there.” Frustration coated my words. I think I even huffed. I felt like everything was in fast-forward and at any moment, the proverbial carpet would get yanked out from underneath my feet.
Ryan looked conflicted by my reaction. “Come on, let’s go for a walk.”
He took me by the hand and led me towards the dock. We sat down on the long bench in the shadow of the cabin lights.
“Taryn, since I’ve met you, I’ve been thinking a lot about the future.” He scratched his forehead before looking me in the eyes again. “I can’t help it.”
Ryan picked up my hand and twined our fingers together.
“When I was out there on the lake today, all I could think about was building a house right over there in that clearing. I could see it all in my head.
A big log sided home with a private gated entrance. A boat dock over there jutting out on the water. A small boat house to keep a boat in.
“But all those thoughts include you. I’m not thinking about me anymore, I’m thinking about us. And maybe I’m rushing those thoughts, but I know what I want.
“I understand if you’re not ready for all of that just yet, but I want to know if you can picture it too. Is that something you want?”
I looked in his eyes when I spoke. “Yes, very much so.”
He let out a big sigh and smiled. “That’s good to know. Then we’re on the same page.
“But… last night when we were talking out on the beach, you sort of clammed up on me,” he sighed. “Before we go on… well, I just want to make sure that we want the same things.”
