Intervention.

The holiday kicks off and I use my time to read all the novels I have been pushing aside, my series that I am woefully behind on and of course the events I missed out on. If you don't already know, I am an avid Cdrama fan, a certified bl lover and of course a face con.

One week in to the holiday, Mom and Aunt Elise start making subtle moves that they seem to think aren't very obvious.

First, Mom sends me to Ryan's home to deliver pie that she says "she made too much" and I just go along with it .

Then Aunt Elise also sends Ryan to our house with a basket of fruits which she claims to have bought too many.

When they see that these covert techniques don't seem to be working, they organize a little gathering between our families. I try to decline joining but Mom literally drags me there completely ignoring my opinion.

We get there and we find Aunt Elise in the kitchen with Uncle James helping her to cut potatoes.

"Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Montague." I say by way of greeting.

"Good afternoon Gavin dear but when did we revert to that form of address?" Aunt Elise asks turning to look at me. I just smile at her sheepishly and put down the dish I am having in my hands.

"I am gonna go to the back now." I say and immediately make I run for it. I hear their laughter and I just smile.

As I turn a corner, I bump into a wall for muscle and I almost fall down if not for the hand holding me up. I look up to see Ryan and I immediately take a step back. As I look at him, I realize Ryan has really filled out. He now has muscles that a sixteen year old has no business having and add that to his white blond har, striking blue eyes and the cleft chin and you have a whole ass magazine cover worthy model.

"Hmm if you are done ogling, can I pass?" he says smirking slightly and I feel my face coloring.

"Who was ogling?" I snap back and try to ignore the blush that I know is coloring my cheeks right now.

I look around and realize I am near his room.

"Where are you going anyways?" I ask

"If I remember correctly, this is my house and I can choose to go anywhere I want. Anyways I am going to get water." he says and stalks down to the kitchen.I make a beeline for his room and find that not much has changed. My chair is till as it was the last time I was here. It appears as though much as he doesn't want to associate with me at school, he doesn't seem to hate me that much. I immediately sit down and start on reading my book on my iPad and soon I am lost in it. The chill of something cold makes me look up to find Ryan pulling back the cold bottle that he seemed to have placed on my cheek.

"What?" I snap at him.

"Why are you such a nerd?" he snaps back

" None of your business." I say glowering at him.

He just looks at me quietly for a while and then goes ahead to lie down on his bed.

"Ryan, what is wrong with you?" I ask when he seems to become a statue on the bed.He stiffens up and turns to look at me slowly.

"What do you mean?" he asks

"What has happened this last semester?" I clarify

"Nothing. " he says shrugging as though it's no big deal

" Talk to me, Ry. I am your friend." I say pleadingly

"I said nothing. Can you drop it already?" he yells and I flinch. If there is one thing I hate, it's raised voices. They scare me a lot and Ryan knows this. He face colors for a second with remorse and he makes as though to come towards me but then thinks better of it and just stalks out the room.

I remain there with my eyes feeling hot. For a few minutes, we were actually back to the days before highschool and I just can't seem to arrive at the answer that changed us.

From his reaction, there seems to be something but the fact that he doesn't want to talk about it to me makes me feel as though I am not enough for him or that maybe whatever he is going through might be my fault.

The gathering ends later in the evening and as we walk back home, I flashback to Ryan's reaction to my prying and feel bad all over again.