Present Day.
Olivia's POV.
Ryder.
Ryder.
Ryder.
Ryder.
That name keeps whispering itself in my ear over and over again, not because I'm drunk, no, I had two bottles of beer and then I stopped drinking cause I didn't feel like swallowing anything, I felt like vomiting, I was so sick with myself.
Literally.
I walk back to my apartment building in the rain, it's kinda funny how people will look at you when you walk casually while it's raining.
I'm not depressed, people, I promise.
I push through the heavy doors of the building, sighing at the sight of the stairs, I start climbing them, one step at a time.
I'm soaking wet, my chest hurts so bad and thoughts about my past self won't leave me the hell alone.
I reach my apartment door, turning the knob and slamming my body against the door but it doesn't budge, I check underneath the mat for the spare key but I don't find it.
"You've got to be fucking shitting me." I grit out.
I hear the door behind me open and I rest my forehead against my door, cursing under my breath.
"Hey, they went out in a hurry, something about a frat party." He informs me, it takes all the will power in my bones for me to finally turn around and face him.
"Yeah, no shit." I respond, striding towards him and entering his apartment without his invitation.
Don't judge me, he was gonna give me one anyway.
"Can I use your shower?" I ask, casually, like he didn't see me half naked just last night.
"Uhm, yeah, this way." He leads the way to his bathroom, he opens the door for me and I walk in.
"And I'm gonna have to borrow your clothes, not like a full outfit cause I'm gonna go home pretty soon, just a sweatshirt and a..." I awkwardly clear my throat, "A pair of boxers." I say randomly which I now realize that sounded pretty specific.
I bite the inside of my lower lip, intentionally slapping myself across the face as he blinks twice, a small amused smile playing on his lips.
"I'd be happy to share my underwear with you, Liv, yeah, I love that we're the kind of neighbors that share-"
"Shut up, man, don't make it awkward." I shut my eyes, cringing myself to death, he laughs, a genuine, deep, warm laugh that gives me butterflies.
"Coming right up." He says like it's a lunch order before strolling to his room.
I close the door, looking around his uneventful bathroom.
Men.
A few minutes later, I hear a light knock on the bathroom door, I smile, I don't even know why but the smile is so big it doesn't go away even after I open the door and take the clothes from his hands.
"Enjoy." He says.
I laugh, "The clothes or the shower?"
"Both, I guess." He scratches his head and slowly walks away.
I close the door again, stretching the grey KVU University sweatshirt and his black boxer briefs.
I snort a laugh then cover my mouth with the palm of my hand.
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Tangled Love
RomanceOlivia Conner was only sixteen when she was diagnosed with amnesia, it's been three years and she still doesn't remember half of her life but she's more than okay with that. She doesn't let that dark stormy night define her life, but when she meets...