Survivor { R5 fanfiction}

Chapter Sixteen

Long chapter✌️ (about 2000 words😂)
Anyway enjoy❤️ I kinda had fun writing this chapter(don't ask why😂)

RIKER

I'm woken up by a sparkle blinding light. I grumble hiding myself in my blanket. I hear Ross does the same.

"Rise and shine boys!"

"Oh Rydel come on..." I complain, my voice muffled by the sheets.

"It's 10am already, you have to wake up now. I need to cut your hair guys."

"There's nothing wrong with my hair..." Ross grumbles.

Someone grabs my blanket and pulls it out of me. I find myself in boxer.

"God dammit, Rydel!"

I hate being woken up...

I pull my knees up to my chest and turn around to avoid the sunlight.

"Fine, I give you your blanket back, happy now?" Rydel sighs rolling her eyes. I grab it and hide under it again.

"You have 10 minutes, I wanna see upstairs to cut your hair, and give you your chores."

"Well, that's fine, we got it that you wanted yo cut our... Wait, what? Chores?" I sit up straight on my bed, so do Ross. Rydel starts laughing.

"What, you thought you were on holidays? Everybody needs to help here." She closes the door and I hear her go downstairs.

"Great... We should have stayed in the bunker after all..." Ross grumbles letting himself fall again on his sheets.

"Don't be silly Ross..." I say standing up. I take the advantage of the opportunity to throw my pillow at his face.

"Hey, I was kidding!"

"I know. Just a little revenge for yesterday." I smirk at him. He sticks his tongue out.

"Why Ryland can stay in bed? It's unfair!"

"He probably knows his chores already. And he doesn't need a haircut."

Ross whines and hides himself in his sheets. I hear him say "I don't need a haircut" or something like that. I put a t-shirt and jeans on.

"Just go downstairs, okay?" I tell him before I leave the room. I go to the bathroom to splash my face with cold water, and go downstairs to join Rydel. She's eating in the kitchen.

"Where's Ross?" She asks.

"Still in bed. He won't be long."

As I sit down, I see some bread and a red jam on the table. Fresh food. A thing you almost can't find now.

"Where did you get that?" I exclaim.

"I made it."

"You made it?"

"Yes, there are fruits in the wood. I used a cookbook." She smiles."Take some."

I don't need to be asked twice. I take a piece of bread and spread it with jam.

"Gosh, it's so good!" I say with my mouth full.

"Thank you, and finish your mouthfull before talking!" She laughs. Gosh I missed my little sister so much.

I hear footsteps on the stairs. I turn around to see Ross yawning, with scruffy hair. He joine us.

"So, shall we cut this hair?"

"Aren't you hungry?"

"No, not really, maybe after." Ross answers as he sits down.

"Okay then. Turn around please."