BETTER THAN REVENGE: A RANSOM DRYSDALE STORY

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I smiled as Savannah walked into the house.

"In here!" I said. I was in the kitchen, pouring us wine.

She looked around. "Jesus Christ this place is nice."

I smiled. "Yeah." I whispered. She came over and hugged me.

"Look at this. You cutie." She said as she looked at the wine and desserts that I made.

"Yeah." I said and smiled.

"Where's your dick head boyfriend?"

"Sava."

"What?"

"Be nice."

Ransom came in on the phone, looking at Savannah. He rolled his eyes and came over to grab a brownie before handing me the phone.

"What?" I whispered. "..uh hello?"

"Hi honey."

It was my mom. I looked at Ransom. He looked angry.

"Hey. I Uhh..I actually have company. Why did you call Rans?" I asked.

"I'm just checking in on him. I'm worried about the both of you."

"We're good. We're doing great. I have savannah over."

"Oh. Put me on speaker."

I did.

"Hi Vannah! How are you sweetie?" She asked.

"I'm good Mrs. Matthews. How are you?"

"Good. Just checking in on my Ransom. And Emerson I guess too."

Ransom might not like my mom, but god my mom loves him.

Savannah smiled. Ransom blushed. I moved him towards me.

"Well your daughter baked her ass off here. Ransoms just here." Sava said. Ransom rolled his eyes. I smiled and kissed my boyfriend's cheek.

"Aweee. Well I'm hoping you are all okay. I love you all."

"Love you mom!" I said.

"Bye Mrs. Matthews." Savannah said. She hung up and handed Ransom his phone. I let him go.

"Thanks. I'll let you two hang out." Ransom said.

"Bye." I said. He pecked my lips before leaving.

Savannah rolled her eyes.

"Sav."

"He's so gross. Why do you like him again?"

"I don't know. Maybe because I spent over three years with him."

"Mmm."

"Well if we get married, I'm still gonna ask you to be my maid of honor."

"Awee for the second time?"

I sighed. "Yeah for the second time."

"Am I gonna be the godmother again if something happens?"

"Of course." I said.

She nodded, smirking.

"You know even if you don't like Ransom, Rans likes you." I said.

"No he doesn't."

"Yeah he does. He really tries to be nice to you."

"Oh bullshit." She said as she grabbed a cookie. I got up on the counter, turning some music on.

"I'm serious. He's been trying really hard this time. He was excited for you to come over. He thinks you're funny."

"He thinks I'm funny to be around because he likes to make fun of me."