A/N: Heyyyyyyyy watty's, I haven't updated in a while sooooo, HERE WE GO!
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♥♥Anabelle's POV ♦♦
The next morning I took a deep breath in hit my alarm, even before it rang, and jumped out of bed. I hit my window to wake up Ryder.
"What the hell are you doing blondie? It's the damn weekend."
I stopped an squeaked, "What?"
He chuckled, "For a smarty, you're kind of dumb."
"My bad, Mr. I'm-a-bad-boy-slash-smart-guy-that-got-his-ass-whooped-by-the-girl-I-called-dumb."
Burn!
he put his hand to his heart, "That hurt like a mothertrucker y'know."
"It was supposed to, anyways shouldn't you be, I dunno, going to work for McDonald's? I heard it was your job for life.", I snickered.
"It was a part time job!"
"That you got fired from because you can't even take an order right. Now who's the idiot!"
Burn again!
"Hahaha very funny..."
"Hilarious actually. I'm gonna make myself some breakfast, you wanna come over?"
He contemplated, I could tell he gave in.
"Yeah I guess. How's Claire?"
"Fine, she has a cold though..."
He closed his window dismissing our talk.
What a "boyfriend" I have.
Note my sarcasm.
I brushed my teeth and went down stairs.
There was a note on the kitchen countertop:
Anabelle,
I'm gonna be late coming home, I got called around three. Oh! I'm gonna be late coming home because.. (I hope you don't hate me.) I'm going on a date! He's names Chris Ruses, his 43 (my age!!) and you can do a background check if you want. I already have, he's as clean as freshly painted walls.
With Lots Of Love,
MOM♥
A small knock came on the door, "Come in Ryder!"
He shut the door softly and came towards the kitchen.
"Hey Blondie, whatcha makin?"
"Umm, chocolate chip pancakes. Grab some cereal for Muchy."
He did as I told him, "Thanks Ryder, you're a big help."
"Yeah it's nothing."
I heard something coming down the stairs, and it didn't sound like Claire.
"Ryder can you watch the pancakes, i'll be right back..."
"No Blondie, I heard it to. I'm gonna go in and see what it was."
I shrugged.
Better him than me getting murdered.
I moved to get a butchers' knife, for safety of course.
"HOLY CRAP." I heard Ryder say, very loudly.
I widened my eyes and flipped the last pancake.
There was silence.
I finished up and washed the pan and spatula and took my knife and went out.
"Ryder... Everything okay?"
No answer.
"I have a knife, don't touch me!"
Nothing.
I swear if I get killed, that last thing i'm gonna think about is being that stupid bimbo that always gets killed in the movies cause she's the idiot that opened the door.
I took a big breath in.
Happy place, not a scary place.
I tried to turn on the lights, they didn't work.
"What the crap is going on?"
Still no answer.
"Dude, i'm fucking serious. This isn't funny anymore, I just might kill you."
Still nothing.
I moved up the stairs to Claire's room.
I opened the door and stepped inside.
"Claire? Munchy? You there?"
I could see a lump on her bed becuae of the dawning sun, and moved towards it swiftly.
I turned my head the other way while pulling the sheets off and pointed my knife at the lump.
I turned my head slowly and saw I was pointing my knife at a bunch of pillows.
I laughed out loud.
"Wow, i'm the dumbest blonde out there! Why didn't I see the lump had a pillowy look to it?"
I turned around and got a face full of black.
I stepped back and saw a man.
I screamed, I think anyone would!
"HOLY FREAKING CHRIST! YOU DON'T SCARE A PERSON WITH A KNIFE YOU KNOW! I COULDA PUT IT THROUGH YOU!"
"Sweetie that won't matter cause I could kill you with my bare hands. So you can do me a favor, and get me everything expensive or you die to my gun. Which do you prefer?"
I frowned, "I prefer neither!"
I kneed him where it hurts and head butted him unconscious then took his holster and fled.
"RYDER! CLAIRE!! WHERE ARE YOU?"
I heard a muffle from a closet.
I walked towards it and opened it.
There I saw Claire and Ryder tied up.
I untied them and smirked at Ryder, "You shoulda let me handle it."
"Shut up Blondie. I didn't realize that I was being stored away until he crept up behind me and hit me!"
"Is Claire dead or sleeping?"
He shrugged.
"Munchy? Wake up!"
She stirred.
We both sighed with relief.
"So what happened to the guy?"
"Uh, I uh... knocked him out. TKO actually."
"You should really try for boxing."
"I thought you wanted me to be a cheerleader. Go Team!" I said sarcastically.
I untied Claire and took her too her room and dragged the guy out.
I tied him up, with the help of Ryder, and put him on stairs.
He hugged me from behind and whispered in my ear, "Well, I think it's hot that. girl can beat up a guy with two blows."
My cheek heated up, "You know your inflating my ego right?"
He chucked and planted a soft kiss on my cheek.
"Hey Ryder, why haven't we told the school that we were fake dating?"
He shrugged.
"Do you want to?"
"Um... To be honest, no."
"Why is that?"
"Has it ever crossed your mind that I might actually like you?"
I looked at him for a moment, then busted out laughing.
"Your not serious are you?"
He had a very serious face on.
My laughter died, "Oh my god your serious. Um, well... I guess I kinda like you too."
His eyes lit up, "Really?"
"I guess, I mean I get a bit flustered when i'm around you, you make me blush, you sometimes give me butterflies... Hey, I guess I do like you."
"You give me fireworks Blondie. Fireworks."
I smiled at him.
He changed me, I used to be so hostile to everyone, now I... somewhat tolerate them. I used to be closed off, he broke that wall, he found my weakness, and that was him.
I turned around to look at him, he took a step closing the space between us. We ended up hugging, after the hug I looked up at him, still having my arms around him, he looked down at me and smirked, he leaned down a bit and we met with a kiss. Our first real kiss.
A/N: Hope you like this chapter!! There's not gonna be many more chapters before the end! I really enjoyed writing this... I really hope you guys enjoyed this whole story so far!
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Teen FictionI wrote this when I was 13 and didn't have any writing skills, so you've been warned. Again this book is NOT EDITED ---------------------------------------------------- Anabelle Carter was a girl with a plan and did not wa...
