Chapter Thirty-Three.
“Good Morning.” I groaned as entered the kitchen, Sarah was leaning against the counter a cup of coffee in her left hand. She was fully dressed and smiling, she didn’t look like she had a hangover more like a dirty little secret.
“Good Morning, how did you sleep?” she asked and I scoffed a laugh as I walked past her and opened the cupboard and reached for the aspirin. I grabbed a cup and swallowed down the aspirin pill with some water.
“Did you get wasted last night?” I asked raising an eye brow as I turned on the kettle. “Because I cannot remember anything last night. Could you refresh my memory?” I asked, pleading through my eyes, she grinned even more which made me twitch slightly.
“All I’m gunna say is. . .you looked like you had great fun.” She muttered with an evil laugh, and immediately my hands became clammy and I could feel my heart thump with regret and worry.
“Well I got to go. . face book and my camera is calling me.” She said with a evil laugh and I frowned.
“What else happen−” I was cut off by her voice.
“You’ll see. . .my friend.” She hummed, victoriously. I groaned when I heard the front door slam shut. What the hell was she talking about and playing at. Talk about making peace. . yeah right.
I took all my worry and anger and cleaned up the kitchen furiously, rubbing every title and counter until it shimmered clean. Once it no longer stunk of alcohol I baked American style pancakes, juicy thick bacon and scrambled eggs with the side of toast. I put it on the counter and slowly walked into the dining room peering in I saw the mess which was waiting for me. Dylan was scrawled on the floor, a lacy black bra covering his eyes like the masked character Zorro. I couldn’t help but laugh. I also felt a pang of jealous hug my thoughts. Who’s panties are they? I walked forward and stared at them. I gasped, they were mine. I raised my head and noticed my dress draped on the dining chair, then I saw my panties on the ceiling light that was perched on the sides of the walls. I slammed the palms of my hands on my forehead repeatedly chanting the same words. ‘stupid, stupid, stupid!’ I think it was then quite obvious what I did last night. I probably stripped. I cursed aloud as I grabbed my panties off the ceiling light and slipped them on. I grabbed my bra off his eyes and slipped the lacy slipped over my breasts and clipped the back up. I pushed all the junk paper cups onto the floor and grabbed the empty vodka bottles. I walked into the kitchen and cleaned the vodka bottles replacing the let of liquid with fresh orange juice. I grabbed the plate of bacon and toast as I lay them on the table and walked back into the kitchen for the pancakes and eggs. To my surprise Ryan was sitting on the counter staring at me. I blushed slightly as I muttered ‘good morning’ I grabbed the other plates and started to walk back into the dining room.
“Need any help?” Ryan asked awkwardly reaching out towards me. I twisted away.
“Could you please go around the house waking people up and telling them to come down into the dining room if they want to eat?” I asked and he nodded slowly. He turned to walk out the kitchen, I quickly walked back into the kitchen balancing the vodka bottles now filled with orange juice under my arm pits. I walked back into the dining room once again and settled all the plates onto the dining table. Once I laid out the table and hesitantly walked over to Dylan who was still unconscious on the floor. I kneeled down to his height and smiled at how peacefully he looked, his chest slowly rising and falling it reminds me on why I let him take my virginity in the first place. He was so gentle. I sighed at the fact he had changed now, and I hated it. I let my hand graze his cheek softly, I rubbed my thumb against his soft skin and smiled. His eyes fluttered open by my touch and I grinned.
“Morning.” I murmured as I watched him sit up rubbing his head.
“Well hello beautiful.” He mumbled as he gently brought me to his chest. I smiled as I hugged him tightly inhaling deeply.
“Wait what are you wearing?” he asked bluntly as he pulled back scanned my body, I blushed and muttered a low ‘sorry’
“Go put some clothes on!” he demanded and I rolled my eyes, the horrible Dylan had returned.
“This is my house, I can do what I want.” I grumbled as I started to stand up but a tugged force pulled me back down.
“Don’t make me angry, you’re trying my patience. Now I’m just looking out for my girlfriend so go and put some clothes on.” He grunted, and I couldn’t help but notice the way he said ‘girlfriend’ made me sound disgusting. I was so tempted to argue back, and tell him to stop treating me like shit, but I couldn’t, I had a terrible head ache and I was too tired for a fight so I just nodded slowly, the corners of my eyes were starting to slightly glisten with water, the tone of his voice was so harsh, it scared me. I walked out the room slowly muttering,
“Breakfast is on the table.”
I walked up the stairs fists clenched, seriously my patience was becoming so short, one more demand, insult of excuse I would cut his balls off. I stormed into my room slamming the door open, I walked across to my closet whilst tugging my t-shirt off and throwing it onto the ground. By this time my eyes were blotchy from the tears that escaped my eyes. God I shouldn’t be crying over that jerk, he didn’t deserve my tears. I rolled my eyes at my stupid when I heard a loud cough. I twisted around to see Ryan standing in my doorway, wide eyed and alert.
“Oh hey Ryan, what’s sup?” I asked whilst pulling out two off my best slutty dresses in my closet.
“Oh sorry I thought. . .never mind, anyways why are your eyes blotchy, have you been crying?” he asked his eyes turning soft, he front towards me but I scoffed a laugh.
“Yeah I got soapy water in my eyes whilst I was washing my face. I know I’m a klutz! Which dress?” I said awkwardly, he didn’t look convinced but he let it go and looked at the dresses, instantly frowning at them I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Well I don’t like either of them−”
“Just choose!” I exclaim with a laugh and he points to the longer dress. I nodded as I put the longer dress back into my closet with a smirk and tugged on the short dress. He groaned and I smiled wider.
“Do you always have to do that.” He whined and I giggled.
“Yep!” I spieled as I sucked in a breath and tugged the material through my arms like a jacket and sucked in a breath, this was the kind of slutty dress with a front zip which went from the top the bottom of the material.
“Little help please!” I squeaked as I pushed my breasts closer together so it would be easier for Ryan to do up my dress. He hesitantly walked towards me gulping down a swallow and taking a deep breath.
“Don’t be such a baby, it’s like I’m wearing a bikini or something. Just hurry, my pancakes are getting cold downstairs.” I whined with a giggle. His soft huge hands brushed the material as he grabbed the zip his hand grazing my thigh. I shivered slightly at how quiet the moment was becoming. He pulled up the zip stitching the material together across my hips and stomach, as he got the my breasts he stopped to stare. And I swatted his hand away from the zip.
“I’ll do the rest.” I rolled my eyes and I pulled up the zip and gaze a twirl.
“Does this dress make my ass look fat?” I pouted as I slapped my ass slightly. I looked up to Ryan’s eyes and he looked amused by lustful at the same time. I couldn’t help but burst into fits of laughter.
“Oh God your face. . .so! Priceless! Ha! Ha!” I gushed out clutching my stomach, he looked kind off dazed as I clicked my fingers in his face and he snapped back into reality with a grin.
“Yeah what?” he asked causally and I laughed again.
“Ryan’s crushing on his best friend!” I exclaim with a joke and he laughed awkwardly and I burst into deeper laughter. “Now I know what I’ll get you for Christmas!” I exclaim and he gave a puzzled look.
“Please do go on.” He raised an eye brow and I giggled.
“Two choices, mistletoe or Christmas calendar of me?” I giggled and his eyes widened in unison with that smirk that appeared on his gorgeous face.
“Can I get both?” he asked smirking wider, I glared at him and slapped his arm.
“No!” I giggled, “I’m just playin! You know your gunna get your superman socks you love so much!” I exclaim and he groans,
“Not the socks, you get the same pair every year.” He narrows his eyes and chuckle.
“You know you love them! Now common my pancakes await me!” I grinned as me and Ryan walked out my bedroom and towards the kitchen, where that delicious smell of bacon, toast, eggs and pancakes filled the air.
This was 8 pages in word in A5 paper, which is pretty good for me. :D its a longer chapter then chapter thirty-two. I hope you like Ryan, just writing about him, I think hes a great guy, but then again I created the character anways. :) xx
FrancescaR
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