Plush [18+]

Chapter three: TTYL

I'm He and I were storming through the dmv and were at the door when Zach had stopped us.

"What the hell Ryan?!" He ranted

"Not now Zachary later." He had replied

"I hate it when you call me that, and you know it... hey that girl is hot."

Was he referring to me? Ryan called me hot? I'm hot?

"What?" I asked again faking my stupidity.

"Nothing." He played it off.

They had their little fuss for a few more minutes before I had to end it.

"Do you need a ride home, my sister Anne is has been waiting for a while now." I said to him

"Nah I got my own car."

"Okay then."

I walked outside, it was freezing out, and my sister had left. I know I can't stand out here like this, I'd get hypothermia or something worse... so you can only assume my reaction when Ryan walked out.

"Where's your ride?" He asked me.

"Um, well, she's not here...." I hung my head down a little.

"Well you shouldn't have to wait out here, especially with it like this hop in my truck I'll give you a ride home."

His truck? I was getting hot again I couldn't help it, he's taking me home. Plus let's not forget he's PERFECT in every aspect.

"You sure my siste-

"I insist a fine lady like yourself blessed my truck by getting in and letting my drive you home."

Passing out so much right now oh god I think I might vomit, he called me a 'Fine Lady' oh my god is there anything so perfect and sincere and poetic, just what I loved. He drove so smooth across the roads, I felt like I was sleeping. Or is it the face that I was basically just staring at him. It was awkward and magical.

"So where do you live?" His curiosity was peaking too

"870 Vendetta Lofts."

"Oooh fancy."

I laughed a bit and said

"So are you parents worried?"

"I actually live alone, the loft is just in my parents name." I replied to his question.

"Oh that seems cool" I couldn't tell if we was being genuine or not, it seemed like he was.

"Where do YOU live?" I asked

"You know this is a REALLY nice building you live in." He complimented my home in a humble fashion.

"Thank you.... Ryan" So, so, soooooo awkward!!! Help me Jesus this boy right here. I can't.

"No problem... sorry but I never got your name."

"Willow um, Willow Tuff."

"Your joking right."
No unfortunately I wasn't

"So as in the Tuff family ?"

"Um, yeah..."

"Your mom is Daisy Tuff... the fashion icon.... wow you are some kind of girl."

As the elevator stopes, I guide him through and to the bathroom, when just as we get to the door, boom power goes out. he can't get down without the elevator, oh god that means... HES STUCK HERE SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!

"So does this place have a backup generator?"

"No sorry, your welcome to stay here...."

"Thanks, got any lights?" He asked me like I knew, I thought for a while.

"In the lounge there might be a few."

He felt around and hit my eye

"Ow, dude." I laughed

"Ha! Sorry." He felt down some more and I felt his firm hand grab mine.

"Lead the way."

"Okay so if I'm right we turn right." I started walking and bumped into a statue.

"Ouch!"

"Are you okay??"

"Yeah just keep following me." We kept walking until I felt for a big yoga ball and knew it was the lounge, I went into the pocket of my shorts and grabbed my phone. I turned on my flashlight and grabbed some candles. I honestly don't know why I didn't do that in the first place, instead of walking around like an idiot clinging on to an Adonis.