Suicide : Ryan Ross

I Write Sins Not Tragedies

Grace woke up and lazily opened her eyes. She saw Ryan laying next to her and she smiled. Suddenly, he started stirring and she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. She herd a soft chuckle before hearing Ryan speak,

"Grace, I know you're not sleeping."

Grace opened her eyes and smiled up at Ryan. "How did you know," she asked.

"I saw you close your eyes." He laughed at got out of bed. Grace didn't want to get out of bed. "Get up lazy bones."

"Carry me." Grace demanded. She looked up and pouted her lip. Ryan would never refuse to her.

"Grace Lavender, you're so lucky I love you." Ryan said picking her up bridal style. Grace giggled and settled into his arms.

"You should take a shower with me," Grace suggested.

"Grace, you're a virgin." Ryan said shocked at how Grace could think of something as such.

"So?" Grace said and her face turned red.

"I'll take a shower with you, on one condition. You make breakfast for me." Grace nodded her head and agreed. Ryan didn't think she would actually want to do it.

Ryan carried her into the shower before setting her down. They both got naked. Ryan looked up and saw Grace. She was shy so she covered herself with her arms. Grace looked up and saw Ryan. She looked at him the same way she always did. Ryan wondered how she was not phased by any of this.

Grace turned the shower on and the warm water streamed down. They both got in and soon they were both soaked. Grace was still covering herself with her arms. Ryan reached out and pulled her arms down. She was shy and self conscious, so she turned around and faced the wall.

Ryan thought she was so cute and grabbed her by her hips and pulled her into a hug. She giggled at this gesture and because she could feel his unit against her skin. Ryan laughed into her neck and it was just amazing for both of them.

When they finished they changed into regular clothing and didn't speak one words of that every again. Both planned to do it more often, but didn't speak a single word.

Grace went to the kitchen and decided to make pancakes and bacon. She started making batter from scratch. She was in the middle of mixing the batter when someone grabbed her from behind.

"Ahh!" She let out a little scream. She looked down and laughed a little. "Ryan, don't scare me!"

"Sorry." Ryan was still laughing. Today they were being very cute and the writer of this book intended for it to be that way.

"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the God damn door?" An unknown voice said behind them.

They both turned around to see Brendon and the boys standing behind them. The front door was wide open.

"Ryan! I told you to lock the door before we went to bed!" Grace yelled at Ryan.

"Wait, you guys are sleeping in the same bed?" Spencer asked with his eyes wide.

"Yeah. How else am I supposed to keep Grace safe from Dal and Laura?"

"Wait Dal, as in Dallon Weekes?" Jon asked. Jon knew Dallon. Jon and Dallon went way back, as in their parents were friends.

"Yeah, I think." Grace said confused as to why Jon was so interested.

"I know that guy! My mom and his mom were good friends! He always came over to my house and I hated him so much."

"Why?" Grace asked.

"He was a total jerk and ugh. We have to go kick his ass!" Jon had never been so violent, even if it was just words. He was always a respectable young man.