Rude

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"Well, then I'll break yours." He says easily, "Now do it! You take forever." He huffs. I chew on my lip but carefully propel myself forward and up, trying to tuck my legs into my chest before my hands slip and I scream, toppling onto him and sending us both to the ground. "Oh, my god!" Reed groans, "Fuck, what the hell? You talk about me being the worst partner in the world. You almost just legitimately broke my back!" He gripes, shoving me off of him. "I saw my life flash before my eyes." He mumbles.

I roll my eyes, "Oh, shut up. What's the next one?" I sigh, and he placed his hands on his hips. "We didn't even get that one. But because I don't trust you to not kill one of us with that one, we'll move on." He says, clicking to the next picture.

"Lay on your stomach. You're on bottom cause you'll turn this into a way to die, too." He says, and I shrug as I lay on my stomach. I hold my hand back, waiting for his foot but it doesn't come. I glance over my shoulder at the same time that he comes flying through the air, missing my hand as he flops onto me and I groan. "Get off!" I exclaim. I can hear him giggling as he rolls off and repeats his actions, almost kicking me in the face as he falls back onto me again.

"Stop trying to kill me!" I gripe, and he rolls his eyes, "Well, stop missing me! You know what, turn over." He says, gesturing to me. I turn onto my back, leaning at an angle while Reed stands in front of me, his feet on both sides of my legs. "You'd better catch me this time." He says, and then does a careful handstand with his head between my knees. His feet come flying towards me and I grip him by the ankles, pulling my legs up until they're bent, wedging into his back a little. "What are you doing?!" He yelled, and I shake my head.

"I don't know!" I admit, and then I shove him forward, making him flop over onto the tarp on his stomach with a pained grunt. "I hate you!" He snaps. I shrug, "This was your idea, just to remind you." I state.

"This is the last one 'cause this is painful." Reed decides, switching to the next picture. Both of us sit on the ground before sticking our feet up into the air, pressing our feet together while he reaches out and grabs my wrist while I grab his. "Okay! Done!" I exclaim, pushing him away and jumping up. Reed turns off the camera while I clean up the tarp, dragging it out the trash can and leaving him to pick up the bottles. Reed and I shove each other to get into the front door, "Stop it!" I groan, "I'm taking a shower first. This is my house!" I exclaim, but he just picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?!" I yell, his skin still slick from the baby oil. He tosses me onto my bed and then practically flys into my bathroom, with a little difficulty as his feet slide across the floor and he stumbles, locking the door while I bang against the door, "Reed! Get out of my bathroom!" I yell, and I hear shuffling before his voice rings out. "Are you sure you want that? I'm naked." He sounds completely serious, so I pause. "Why'd you have to use my bathroom?" I snap.

I hear the shower turn on but he doesn't respond. I huff and slam my palm against the door in frustration before grabbing my blankets, as they were now covered in baby oil. I head downstairs and put them into the washer, starting it before going back into my bedroom. I turn on Netflix, putting on A Series of Unfortunate Events while sitting on the floor, not wanting to get anymore baby oil all over my bed.

By the time Reed finally gets out of my bathroom, an hour had passed and I've already eaten half a bag of cheddar cheese Combos. I glare at him as he steps out, the band of his Calvin Klein boxers visible since his sweatpants are a little low on his hips. Not to mention he isn't wearing a shirt. "What the hell took you so long?" I snap, and he shrugs as he towel dries his hair before draping the towel over his shoulders, letting it dangle over his chest. "Nothin'." He says, to which I roll my eyes.

"Did you leave any hot water?" I ask, and he nods, "Yeah." He mutters, plopping on my bed. "Where's your blankets?" He asks, raising a brow. "They're in the washer. I got baby oil all over them, thanks to you." I don't wait for his response before entering the bathroom, locking the door and hopping into the shower. I was halfway through my shower when I realized I'd forgotten to bring any clothes and slammed my forehead into the shower wall, sighing.

"Why am I so stupid?" I whispered, washing out the conditioner.

I finish by washing my body, trying to stall as long as possible before stepping out and grabbing my towel, wrapping it around myself. I leave the bathroom and don't bother glancing at Reed as I head to my dresser, opening my drawers and pulling out my undergarments. I hurry into my closet, closing the door before dropping my towel and putting on my clothes. I was lucky I left pajamas in both my closet and my dresser.

I grabbed my towel off the floor and hung it back in my bathroom, swinging my hair all while walking through my bedroom. "Stop flinging your wet mop around." Reed says, staring at me with an unamused expression. I glance over at him while putting on deodorant, "Why don't you put on a shirt and then we'll talk?" I suggest, putting the deodorant back on my dresser. "Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?" He pouts. "Well, you in general make me uncomfortable." I shrug, grabbing one of my perfumes and spritzing it on.

"Why's that?" He asks, sounding as if he couldn't care less.

I rolled my eyes, "Because you're you. You could probably make a serial killer uncomfortable." I state, and he scoffs. "I'm not that bad." He defends, standing up to his full height. It's hard for me to keep my eyes off his torso, since it's just there on display for anyone to see. "You keep telling yourself that." I dismiss, and he's about to say something when my phone goes off, Noah's name flashing on the screen.

"Hey, bitch boy." I say into the phone, making Reed raise his brows at me. Noah huffs into the phone, "I told you not to call me that. I'm a man." He sounds like he's pouting, and I roll my eyes. "Oh, yes, how could I forget? My knight in shining armor who runs away when someone tries to kill me in the middle of the school hallway. What a man." I remind him, leaning against my dresser. "Are you ever going to let that go?" He sighs.

I shake my head even though I'm fully aware he can't see me. "Not a chance. You fucked yourself with that little decision, buddy." I state, to which he makes a whining sound. "It was an instinct! I was scared." He snaps, getting defensive. "Your first instinct was to throw me to the hands of Reed? Nice. You really know how to make it better." I say, unable to stop the small smile growing on my face.

I wasn't mad, obviously. Had the roles been reversed, I'd probably have done the same. It's just fun to mess with him, that's all. "That's not what I meant." He groans, irritated. "That's nice. What'd you call for?" I ask, and he paused. "Oh, right." He says. "Umm.." He mumbles, making me raise my brows. "I forgot." He admits. I roll my eyes, shaking my head, "Well, if you remember, I'll be here as per usual." I state. I don't even wait for him to answer before hanging up.

I look up at Reed and then over at the bunch of paints I have on a desk beside my bed, "Can I paint on you?" I ask.