Visiting Ryan Scott

My friend Ryan Scott, is the hardest person to describe in the whole world! Why? Because he is so unique, so different from anyone else I have ever known. He has a heart of gold, and yet some who do not know him well, might think otherwise. When I first met him I honestly wasn't too fond of him either, but after getting to know Ryan Scott over the course of a few semesters at BYU-Idaho I grew to respect and admire him. I learned that Ryan doesn't expect a lot in return for his friendship, all he cared about was having the friendship reciprocated. That, I suspect, is one of the reasons we became so close. He wasn't the type of guy who would only befriend those he thought he could marry (as many of his own age and circumstance did) but was a friend to anyone who would take the time to get to know him. Which is why Ryan and I were able to be close, we both enjoyed the simple pleasure of a mutual friendship.
A couple semesters previous to my own graduation he had graduated and moved away to Kentucky to work for a research company. After I had graduated I was of course at home and working in the cornfields. Occasionally we would call each other to keep in touch and sometimes talked about how fun it would be to get to see each other again. So, after a few conversations about it we decided I would come to Kentucky to visit him. He even bought my plane tickets to make up for the fact that I was traveling so far to see him.
 Visiting Ryan was so much fun. I got to meet some of his family members, and see what his own "post graduate life" was like. It also felt great to get to catch up with such a dear friend. In describing to Ryan the previous events that had transpired between Brandon and myself, Ryan was supportive and happy. Though I had seen Ryan become like a protective older brother seeing me with other guys I had dated, he immediately expressed his approval of Brandon (having had the opportunity to room with Brandon during his last semester) and knowing well that Brandon was a good person.
I'm sure Ryan probably thought it was funny to see how giddy I was every time I got a text from Brandon--although one particular text that I got from him made me more nervous than anything else! When I saw a text from him that said something to the effect of "So, I heard you talked to Spencer the other day? Is there anything you wanted to tell me?" I blushed, and decided I didn't want to be the first to share my feelings. So instead I turned the question around and asked him the same thing. He confirmed that he had talked to Spencer and said we should talk sometime soon. I told him I was actually in Kentucky visiting Ryan Scott and that we were busy that evening, but he could call the following evening because we didn't have anything specific planned.
 The next evening I felt on edge, with the hope and anticipation of the phone call soon to come. When my phone finally did ring I practically ran to the spare bedroom of Ryan's apartment to talk to Brandon. I don't think I have ever enjoyed a phone conversation so much as the one in which Brandon and I admitted our feelings for one another. He mentioned that he had wanted to tell me he liked me by the camp fire at Savannah's party, but that the teenage boys had ruined his opportunity. He admitted he also really wanted to hold my hand and that is why he offered to drive my car at the end of our date. I then admitted that I liked him and had hoped he would bring it up as we talked by the fire at Savannah's party, and even suspected that he might have wanted to hold my hand that night. I also told him that I felt very comfortable with him; more comfortable than I had ever been with any other guy I had ever met. During the end of our conversation I told him I was probably going to be visiting Rexburg the next weekend to help Keith and my mom unpack all of Keith's belongings into his apartment. Brandon really liked the idea of my coming to Rexburg and asked me to keep in touch until then. Finally Brandon admitted that his friend Shane had been at his house for the last 20 minutes and that he should probably get off the phone so he could visit with him. I smiled as we said goodbye, knowing that for once the feelings for each other were mutual.
When I got off the phone I ran to tell Ryan all the good news, and that Brandon had now told me himself how much he liked me. Ryan seemed pleased, and I could see it in his eyes, that he was happy for me.