Title: Regret Fandom: Winger (book) Character: Ryan Dean West A/N: THIS BOOK FUCKED ME UP SO I WROTE A FIC. Major Spoilers if you haven't read this damn book. "Grow the fuck up, Ryan Dean.” If only it had been that easy. You told me this every chance you had, at every moment I needed to hear it. It rang through my mind every time I was about to fuck up and do something stupid. Your voice of reason always made me think ahead. It may not have always worked, especially with super-hot-all-the-way-up-to-one-thousand-degrees-that-makes-a-guy-sweat Megan Renshaw. Holy shit she's hot. But with your help and finally getting my feelings across to Annie Altman, I realized that what I was doing with Megan was wrong, that she didn't deserve to be dragged along, and that Chas didn't need another reason to kill me. No matter how much I hated the guy. But you were always there for me, Joe. During my fight with JP, during my fucks ups with Chas and the guys during Poker nights (you didn't even rat me out to Chas and Casey that they drank my pee). You didn't care that I was the only fourteen year old junior at PM. You didn't care that I was the biggest fucking loser at this school. But you did care about me. You were my best friend. And it was the same for me. I didn't care that you were gay. I didn't care that you hung out with people like Chas Becker. I should have cared more though. I should have considered your feelings more. I should have asked how you were feeling. I should have asked you questions about you and your life. I should have looked for you sooner that night after the dance. I should have followed my gut and went looking for you. I should have gone with you when you left, seeing how pissed off you were. But now you're gone. I'm such a loser. “Grow the fuck up, Ryan Dean” Yeah. I'll do my best. What a load of crap.
