summer love

6.

Harmany's POV

Maybe it was just a dream. But when I put my hand on my forehead and felt the little wet spot where Ryan's lips had touched it, where it still tingled, and I didn't think it was.

*Flashback*

I had woken up when Luke appeared again. I didn't open my eyes, just stirred a little, still a little dead to the world. I became less dead when Ryan yelled.

"Luke! Shut up! She's asleep!" Ryan whispered loudly. Why did he care if I woke up or not? It would probably be a good thing for him, considering I probably weighed as much as a hippo, though he said I was light. I didn't believe him though, he was probably just trying to be nice, like always.

"I've said it before, and now I'm gonna spell it! W-H-I-P-P-E-D. Guess what you are? W-H-I-P-P-E-D." Luke exclaimed.

It took nearly all I had not to giggle, 'cuz I mean come on, it was funny! 

I felt Ryan turn around, I'm guessing to face Luke, and talk.

"Okay, Luke. I get it. You think I'm whipped, and once again, I don't care what you think. I can't be whipped if she's not even mine." I didn't have to look to know that Ryan had stuck his tounge out. I just new him that well.

"Yeah, maybe not." Luke said and I mentally hoped he wouldn't go on, but he's Luke, so of course he did.

"But, you want her to be. So, in conclusion, you're whipped."  Luke stated, and I knew he had done what he wanted. He wanted to piss Ryan off. And it obviously worked by what he said next.

"Now, I must be leaving before you pound my face that your girl thinks is sexy in. Nobody needs that."

I could tell he walked away when Ryan turned around. Did he just call me Ryan's girl? Did he just say that I though his face was sexy? I mean, it's not like I didn't, but I still felt like getting up and chasing him, then punching his sexy face as hard as I could, but you know. Oh well.

"Whatever, I don't really care." He said. It made my heart hurt for him to confirm how he didn't like me, but I shook it off.

Ryan opened the door and carried me up the stairs and layed me on the bed (yes. I know how that sounds. Too much time with Luke are you spending now?) I felt a blanket cover me and I was instantly overwhelmed by the smell of Ryan that was on the blanket because it was obviously his his. And the creepy part? I absolutely loved it.

"Aight. I'm whipped. Whatever, it's Harmany, so I don't care." 

WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?!?!?!?!?! My brain went on overdrive right then. and next?

HE FRACKING KISSED ME. Sure, it was just the forehead, but it still sent tingles all the way down my spine and to my tippie toes. I heard him walk out and shut the door behind him.

*End of Flashback*

I sat up, not knowing what to do next, and then I felt my stomach grumble. I got out of the bed and made my way down the creaky stairs. Damn, did they really have to be this loud? I finally got to the bottom and looked into the living room to see Ryan on the couch watching.... Spongebob? Never will I understand this boy.

He looked over to me and smiled.

"Awake already? Jeez, I could never sleep for that little amount of time. Wait. Lemme guess, you were hungry?" he asked. I nodded my head slowly, confused from his sudden energy.

"Haha, well, then you haven't changed on that. I remember when we were little and my mom had brought strawberries out onto the back deck for us to eat, but we wanted to go for a walk too, so we just took one with us to walk around the block. But then you said you liked strawberries and that you haden't eaten for like, 45 minutes, so you took a handful. You ended up going back, let's see, 7 times? Yeah, each time grabbing at least 5 strawberries. Then we got in trouble because you ate all of our strawberries and you're response was, 'I like them' when you were asked why they were all gone."