Friends or More?

1

Ryan's POV

My eyes shot open as my alarm clock blared loud enough to be heard all the way in Croatia. I sat up immediately and hit the snooze button as I read the bright and blinking red numbers.

6:30 am, it read.

I groaned as I set my alarm clock back onto the dresser by my bed and rubbed my face, trying to get the sleep out. As much as I'd love to go back to sleep, I find it best if I don't. Let's just say that I don't want to change my sheets from being soaking wet from a bucket of ice cold water.

I untangled myself from the bed sheets as I stood up and walked to my closet, bringing out a pair of shorts that went to mid-thigh, and a black tank top. Tossing the articles of clothing onto my bed, I stripped myself of my (will always be comfortable) pj's, folding them nicely and setting them aside.

"Ryan!" a feminine voice yelled from outside of my room, followed by a few knocks on the door. "Are you up?"

"Yes!" I replied as I walked over to the door, only after I covered myself with one of my pillows.

"I don't believe you," the voice replied as I walked closer to the door. "I'm coming in!" And with that, the door was swung open, hitting me in the face, and making me fall onto the floor.

"Mom!" I growled as I rubbed my forehead, which most likely was beginning to form a bruise. I gripped onto my pillow and held it close to me as I glared at my mom, who was still holding the doorknob and looked down at me.

"Oh, shit," I heard her say, shortly followed by a small fit of laughter. "You were right. Well, you better get ready quick. The bus will be here--"

"In 15 minutes," I finished for her. "I know, Mom. Bye!"

I attempted to push the door shut, only to hear her click her tongue. I rolled my eyes at her in response, knowing that she was waiting for a good morning kiss as always.

"You'll get your morning kiss later," I told her, putting all my weight on the door. "After  I get changed for today." Hearing her sigh and say that she would wait, she left, pulling the door shut for me.

I walked over to a bigger dresser in front of my bed, holding all my undergarments, accessories and such, along with a mirror that I could see myself from the waist and up. (A/N: I don't care if it's tmi. Deal with it.) I grabbed whatever I needed from it and put it on, throwing on my shirt and shorts afterwards.

I looked at myself in the mirror, examining my forehead to see if there was a bump or a bruise from the door. Feeling a slight pain, but not seeing any huge bump or bruise, I decided it wasn't a big deal in the end.

"Ryan!" I heard my mom's voice from downstairs. "Breakfast is ready! Make sure you also eat quickly, the bus will be here in 10 minutes!"

"Got it!" I replied as I roughly brushed my obsidian hair, the tips being a dark blue, only to put it in a low ponytail. I'll just fix it on the bus, I thought as I grabbed a pair of ankle socks and ran down the stairs into the kitchen, plopping myself down into my chair.

"She's alive," a man's voice said behind pages of newspaper, followed by a chuckle. "Who knew?"

"Ha, very funny, dad," I said, each word dipped in sarcasm. "Good morning to you, too."

My dad folded up the newspaper he was reading and ruffled the top of my head, a grin on his face, for he knew that I didn't appreciate it much when people messed with my hair. It's fun every now and then, but not when I'm still tired.

"Hey," I said in a low voice, dragging out the 'ey' as I looked up at my dad, who chuckled at my reaction. "I just want to eat in peace."

"Go for it," my dad said, only to chuckle once more as I pouted, then attacked my food. "I'm off to work. Bye, Ry, Liz." He kissed my cheek, which was puffed out due to my mouth being full of sausage patties. He walked over to my mom, who was cleaning her dish by the sink, hugging her from behind and showering her with kisses on her neck and cheek. I could hear her giggling.

"Ew, guys," I tried to say through my mouthful of food, washing it down afterwards with water. "I'm still eating." Semi-lie, if that's a word.

"Ryan, hurry! Five minutes until the bus is here!" My mom said. "Just leave your plate there, I'll clean it for you."

"Thanks, mom!" I said as I ran upstairs and brushed my teeth, actually fixed my hair, and put my socks and shoes on. I grabbed a random flannel last minute and put it on as I grabbed my backpack and threw it over my right shoulder. I grabbed my phone and ear-buds as I bounded down the steps and out the door. "Bye!"

"Hold on!" my mom replied as she ran to me. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and handed me my bagged lunch. "Your favorite."

I rolled my eyes as I smirked at her. "I have tons of favorites. I guess I'll find out, won't I?"

She nodded as she then pushed me out of the house, waving me good-bye from the door as I took a left to the bus stop by the end of the block and waited for the bus to arrive.

A/N: WARNING: (I guess I forgot to say this in the beginning) This story will be a GirlXGirl story. If you are uncomfortable with stories like this, then I suggest you stop reading.

I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it! However, I intend to...say, forget? to write more. I either tend to run out of ideas, or I don't have any ideas at all (*cough* writer's block *cough*).

Hope to see you in the next update! :)