Love Unscripted
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Unfortunately Kyle was the least of my worries. Staring me in the face in the checkout aisle was a new glossy picture of my boyfriend gazing lovingly at his supposed rekindled love, Lauren Delaney.
The headline, in big, bold letters announced to the world that the two were:
TOGETHER AGAIN!
Lauren admits, “I never stopped loving Ryan”
Those words embossed themselves to my every thought. When Thomas cheated on me I at least had the luxury of being blissfully ignorant to it, but I felt even more demeaned to hear about it and allow the lies to continue.
“He’s back,” Marie sang her words when Kyle walked through the front door of the pub Friday night. I was surprised that Pete let him in.
I watched as Kyle slipped through the crowd on his way to the bar.
“Hey, how are you?” He smiled and nodded at me, taking the last seat left at the crowded bar.
“I’m great,” I lied. Deep down I was wondering if I made a mistake by telling him it was okay for him to come around. Kyle was safety and danger all coiled into one.
“Two days in a row,” Marie muttered. She too was watching me out of the corner of her eye.
The cute brunette sitting next to Kyle tried to strike up a conversation but he effortlessly blew her off.
“Marie, you have to work his end of the bar. I can’t be near him.” I shook my head. “I don’t even want to talk to him. Cory, go that way.” We all shifted.
“Did you use your phone today?” Marie questioned, giving me a stern look.
I frowned and slid a Captain and Coke to the girl waiting at the bar. I still hadn’t told Ryan about Kyle showing up.
“So what’s it like?” the girl asked as she handed me a five dollar bill to pay for her drink.
“What’s what like?” I asked, having no idea what she was referring to.
“Being with him! Ryan Christensen?” She giggled. Her girlfriend looked just as eager to hear my answer.
I pressed my lips tightly together, holding back the desire to tell her off. Her intrusive question and the complete disregard for our privacy instantly irritated me.
“Hey...” Marie waved to the girl to come closer. “Did you ever dream about being with Ryan Christensen?”
“Hell yeah! All the time!” the girl gushed.
“Just keep dreaming then!” Marie snapped back.
“Taryn, can I talk to you a sec?” Cory motioned. I followed him into the kitchen, grateful for the distraction.
“Hey, so what’s up with that Kyle guy? Is he supposed to be here?” Cory asked.
“No, not really,” I groaned, still completely irritated by the encounter with the female customer. “I don’t know why he keeps coming around either.”
Even though I said it, I knew why Kyle was here. I pondered for a moment how different my life would be right now if I had met Kyle first. Would some random girl be asking me what it was like to be with my boyfriend if it was Kyle in Ryan’s place?
That first day I met Ryan and he asked me if I was dating someone – what would have happened if I had said ‘yes, I am’ like I always did when any other man asked me that same question? That would have probably been the last time I ever saw Ryan Christensen.
“Does Ryan know?” Cory questioned.
“Know what?” I asked, distracted by my thoughts.
“About Kyle being here?” he reiterated.
“Oh, no. Not yet. But I’m going to tell him,” I admitted.
“Well there are enough guys around here. We can toss him out if you want?” Cory seemed to enjoy that idea a little too much. “I’d offer, but I don’t think I could take him on my own.”
I turned quickly when Pete came through the kitchen door.
“Taryn, I didn’t know what to do about that asshole Kyle,” Pete groaned. “I gave him shit about coming here but he said he’d be cool. Do you want him in here or not because you know Ryan won’t like this!”
Ryan certainly had enough watchdogs looking after me. I rested my hands on my hips, unsure of what to do about it. I didn’t want any of my friends to get hurt or worse; I didn’t do a weapons check tonight.
“I know Ryan will be angry; I haven’t told him yet that Kyle has been here. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t say anything to Ryan. Please let me tell him,” I urged.
Pete shot me an angry look.
“Pete, I don’t know what I can do about it. I own a public bar. I’m not going to call the police or anything like that. Besides, Kyle isn’t causing any problems – probably because he knows Ryan isn’t in town.”
The headline, in big, bold letters announced to the world that the two were:
TOGETHER AGAIN!
Lauren admits, “I never stopped loving Ryan”
Those words embossed themselves to my every thought. When Thomas cheated on me I at least had the luxury of being blissfully ignorant to it, but I felt even more demeaned to hear about it and allow the lies to continue.
“He’s back,” Marie sang her words when Kyle walked through the front door of the pub Friday night. I was surprised that Pete let him in.
I watched as Kyle slipped through the crowd on his way to the bar.
“Hey, how are you?” He smiled and nodded at me, taking the last seat left at the crowded bar.
“I’m great,” I lied. Deep down I was wondering if I made a mistake by telling him it was okay for him to come around. Kyle was safety and danger all coiled into one.
“Two days in a row,” Marie muttered. She too was watching me out of the corner of her eye.
The cute brunette sitting next to Kyle tried to strike up a conversation but he effortlessly blew her off.
“Marie, you have to work his end of the bar. I can’t be near him.” I shook my head. “I don’t even want to talk to him. Cory, go that way.” We all shifted.
“Did you use your phone today?” Marie questioned, giving me a stern look.
I frowned and slid a Captain and Coke to the girl waiting at the bar. I still hadn’t told Ryan about Kyle showing up.
“So what’s it like?” the girl asked as she handed me a five dollar bill to pay for her drink.
“What’s what like?” I asked, having no idea what she was referring to.
“Being with him! Ryan Christensen?” She giggled. Her girlfriend looked just as eager to hear my answer.
I pressed my lips tightly together, holding back the desire to tell her off. Her intrusive question and the complete disregard for our privacy instantly irritated me.
“Hey...” Marie waved to the girl to come closer. “Did you ever dream about being with Ryan Christensen?”
“Hell yeah! All the time!” the girl gushed.
“Just keep dreaming then!” Marie snapped back.
“Taryn, can I talk to you a sec?” Cory motioned. I followed him into the kitchen, grateful for the distraction.
“Hey, so what’s up with that Kyle guy? Is he supposed to be here?” Cory asked.
“No, not really,” I groaned, still completely irritated by the encounter with the female customer. “I don’t know why he keeps coming around either.”
Even though I said it, I knew why Kyle was here. I pondered for a moment how different my life would be right now if I had met Kyle first. Would some random girl be asking me what it was like to be with my boyfriend if it was Kyle in Ryan’s place?
That first day I met Ryan and he asked me if I was dating someone – what would have happened if I had said ‘yes, I am’ like I always did when any other man asked me that same question? That would have probably been the last time I ever saw Ryan Christensen.
“Does Ryan know?” Cory questioned.
“Know what?” I asked, distracted by my thoughts.
“About Kyle being here?” he reiterated.
“Oh, no. Not yet. But I’m going to tell him,” I admitted.
“Well there are enough guys around here. We can toss him out if you want?” Cory seemed to enjoy that idea a little too much. “I’d offer, but I don’t think I could take him on my own.”
I turned quickly when Pete came through the kitchen door.
“Taryn, I didn’t know what to do about that asshole Kyle,” Pete groaned. “I gave him shit about coming here but he said he’d be cool. Do you want him in here or not because you know Ryan won’t like this!”
Ryan certainly had enough watchdogs looking after me. I rested my hands on my hips, unsure of what to do about it. I didn’t want any of my friends to get hurt or worse; I didn’t do a weapons check tonight.
“I know Ryan will be angry; I haven’t told him yet that Kyle has been here. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t say anything to Ryan. Please let me tell him,” I urged.
Pete shot me an angry look.
“Pete, I don’t know what I can do about it. I own a public bar. I’m not going to call the police or anything like that. Besides, Kyle isn’t causing any problems – probably because he knows Ryan isn’t in town.”
