FOR ANNA
"I CAN SEE MY BABY SWINGING, HIS PARLIAMENTS ARE ON FIRE AND HIS HANDS ARE UP"
I waited in my room for ryn to come by my house, we agreed on the phone we were gonna study for the regents coming up soon since a few months has passed pior. As I was listening to Lil Kim while reading "Esquire" Magazine I heard the door bell.
I went downstairs to open the door to see it was ryn. "Hey!!" I welcomed him as I ran to hug him. "Hi." He'd say monotoned "Come on let's go to my room!" I'd say motioning ryn to follow right being me, when we got to my pink-perfect room, he plopped on my bed. "Your room is very..pink." Ryn mentioned looking around my room seeing everything object imaginable but pink. "Mhm, it's my favorite color." I stated smiling, "Yeah I can tell." Ryn sarcastic as always as he sat up behind my bed frame. I put the books down on my bed which most likely startled his ass. "Alright, you need help with the regents right?" I asked so he could clarify. "Yes, it's kicking my ass." He'd say in a stressed but tired tone.
"Alright, um let's start with math!" I exclaimed, sitting right next to him, as I began going over these problems, my cousin Star knocked on the door loudly. "Hold on real quick." I'd say getting up and opening the door. "What the hell do you want girl?" I asked, annoyed. "Do you have money?" Star asked, I sighed for a moment, "Where you going?" I asked once more getting my wallet. "The mall." She'd say. I'd look in my wallet for some money once I found what I was looking for there I had $78 in my hand. "Here is $78, remember stay safe and don't follow no one to no damn nowhere if you don't know 'em." I'd warned her. "Alright alright! I'll be back soon." She'd say gleefully as she left the upstairs floor.
Star is my annoying ass cousin, she just started highschool and you know how these freshman's are. She had butter pecan skin with long curly hair and rosey pink lips. and shorter than me. Her daily life is waking up, eating my food that I saved, going shopping and sleeping. I don't know what's gonna come of her in the future, I truley do not.
I went back to my room where Ryn was reading most of the prep work. "Sorry about that, let's continue." I'd say getting my notes out.
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We studied for about 5 hours in, and it's 7:37pm as we speak. Both of us exhausted but yet driven to pass this and graduate. "So for this problem it seems it's y=mx+b and we need to find the slope and shit. What do you think?" I asked a very dazed and fried ryn. "Uh, 2/1?" He guessed not sure about his answer. "Correct." I'd say while checking his answer "Nice..." He'd say. I could tell he dying to ask if he could smoke in here because of his body language and tone of his voice. "Um, could I smoke in here please?" He asked desperately. "Fine, just open up the windows." I'd allowed, as I continued to take down notes. "Dope." He'd say pulling out his "New Port" pack. As soon as he lit up the stick he felt relaxed. "It's getting late." I'd say, looking at my watch. "You wanna spend the night?" I asked ryn, "Um, Sure." Ryn looked over at me before going back to his smoke session. "Where do you wanna sleep at then?" I asked closing up the books and notebooks. "I'm fine on the floor, you have a sleeping bag?" He asked puffing the smoke out of his breath. "Yeah, I'll be right back." I'd answered before leaving the room to get the stuff
Once I got his stuff, I walked back into the room, and laid the sleeping bag on the floor. "Do you have pajamas or No?" I asked again, exhausted from carrying this heavey sleeping bag. "Just pajama pants" He'd say taking off his doc martins. "Wait just pants?" I'd asked a bit confused "I sleep shirtless Cleo." Ryn stated blank as he put his shoes by my bed carefully. "Ohh, alright." I'd answered before leaving the room to go up to my dad.
My dad just got back from rehab like about a month ago, and he's been keeping up his progress. "Hey dad?" I asked opening his door. "Yes dear?" He'd answered while putting his cologne on. "Could ryn borrow your sleep pants, he's staying the night." I asked, knowing his answer. "Fine but don't be doing anything with that boy okay? You understand?" He warned me, "I understand." I said before being thrown the pajama pants, "Alright. I'll be back I have to go to my friends house to watch the game. Be good." He'd say before kissing my forehead before leaving the townhouse. While I walked back to my bedroom to give ryn the pajama pants
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I couldn't sleep at all tonight, I didn't know why at all. I just couldn't sleep. I tapped ryn who was on the end of the bed. "Hey, are you awake?" I whispered. He turned around looking at me "Yes I am." He answered, kind of cranky, He was shirtless, along with the pladed red and black pajama pants, while I was wearing one of my micheal Jackson t-shirts from one of his tours and black tight shorts "Well I can't sleep so." I whispered, before reaching for my earrings that were next to him and putting them on my dresser. Ryn put on some music on the music record. "Do you mind?" He asked, "No no, I don't mind." I'd say moving right next to him. "You earings are pretty by the way." He'd complimented smiling at me. "Thank you." I took the compliment, "Like you.." He mumbled. "What did you say?" I asked, not quite sure what I heard. "I said, like you." He spoke up. "Thank you, you too."
I'd say, feeling myself blush. Ryn started to move closer to me also blushing, there was this tension between us, and the urge to just kiss each other and I started to move closer and leaned in, and finally, I kissed him, finally. I pressed my lips against his, and he pressed back with the same passion. These few minutes our mouths were dancing in the rhythm of a song only the two of us could ever understand felt like hours, days, and weeks, and for a split second, I thought that was what eternity meant. Now that I think about it, it is kind of ridiculous how long it took for this to happen, we both wanted it so much, I'm glad we didn't wait any longer, This kiss had turned out to a make out session with him kissing my neck and touching my waist passionately. We didn't do anything after that, we just cuddled and went to sleep.
a/n
hi
anyways ryn x cleo
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Mystery / Thriller"ARE WE TOO YOUNG FOR THIS?" It's 1995, Cleo Hardy's friend Emma ross recently died within a car crash and is now trying to cope with her death while trying to figure herself out now as a highschool senior TW: topics of abuse, underaged drinking, d...
