summer love

8.

"Harmany! What did you do!" Ryan screamed, eyes wide. He honestly looked like a little girl who you had just taken candy from, a mixture of sadness, and pure anger, although he still had that glint in his yes, so I knew he wasn't that mad.

So, what I had done in the limited 5 minutes of his shower, was take everything out of his underwear drawers, and spread it all over his room. It wasn't that bad, right? I couldn't understand why he was freaking out so bad, and I hadn't even told him the worst part yet!

"Woah, Dude, don't get your granny panties in a bunch!" I said in between breaths. I was rolling around on the floor laughing harder than I think I ever had.

"They're not in a bunch! They're spread around my room!" he exasperatedly yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. This just caused me to laugh harder.

If I wasn't dying from laughing, I would probably be dying from his amazing sexiness. He was still wearing shorts, but they where tan khaki ones. His light brown hair was dark and still dripping wet.

"Y-yeah, but you h-haven't even heard t-the w-worst part yet!" I laughed out. He narrowed his eyes at me, pure amusement now in his eyes.

"Oh? And what is that?"

"Well..." I trailed off.

Just as I was about to continue, his phone went off on his dresser, notifying him that he had a notification from facebook. Uh oh....

He opened facebook and his eyes got wide. Uh oh again.

I am so dead.

"Harmany! What the heck! Why did you take pictures of this!!!! And put them on the Internet!!! What did I ever do?!" he yelled. I was still laughing, even though I knew I shouldn't have been.

"Well, there was that one time you poured ice cream on my head. Or, when we were at my seventh birthday party, and you decided to take the bat for the pinata and hit me with it. Or-"

"Okay, okay I get it!" he interrupted, the amusement still in his eyes.

He started inching towards my still laughing figure and I immediately stopped.

"Ryan, go away." I said suspiciously.

"No thanks, I think i quite like it here." he said, eyes sparkling.

Then, he proceeded to sit on me.

I am so dead.

I tried to say 'Get your fat ass offa me', but it came out sounding something like, "Gpht ore art arse oha eh" That just made Ryan smirk.

"Awh, what was that babe? Cause I heard 'I love Ryan Cain cuz he tastes as good as a candy cane.'" He smirked.

I pushed my face to the side "Uh. No. Considering your ass tastes like ass." It was my turn to smirk now.

"Oh, you shouldn't have said that." he said, his eyes still twinkling.

"What do you mea-" I was interrupted by two hands on my sides, tickling me.

I'm gonna die.

"R-RYAN S-STAHP TI-ICKLING ME!!!" I screeched.

"Say you love me!"

"No!"

"But you know iy's true! And I'll stop!"

As tempting as it sounded, I couldn't let him win.

"Fine. Only if you get off!"

Ryan unknowingly obliged, and as soon as he got up, I ran. I should've known though.