Ken x Ryan pt.2

Monday

I hear an annoying beeping noise as I begin to open my eyes. I look over at my alarm clock, 08:00. I groan my way into a sitting position on the side of the bed and realize that I have to get ready for a hard day. Today me and Ryan are tearing down the old walls and putting up new ones. We are also changing out the old floor planks for new ones, and if we manage considering time, we are painting the ceiling a pastel pink.

I head to the assigned room, finding Ryan already there. He stands there with his work gloves on ready to face the challenges the day will bring us. He smiles and I feel my heart skip a beat. I brush it off as it is morning and I am extremely tired, I wish him a good morning and clap my hands together. "Let's get to it" I say, he agrees and passes me the sledgehammer.

After a couple of hours, we came to realize that we make a really good team. The walls are down and soon the floor gone too. I reach for the chisel to get the last three tiles out and he apparently had the same plan. Our hands touch and its almost like fireworks are going off inside of me. I look up at him and our eye contact is making my heart slam into my chest. I quietly laugh it off a bit and let go of his hand. He laughs awkwardly back and also moves his hand away. We just sit there on the cold broken underlayment in silence. To end the tension, I abruptly stand up and say that I am going to get the new hot pink tiles Barbie wanted. 

I get out of the room and let a big breath out. It felt like exactly that moment lasted for hours. I slowly walk over to where Barbie and Skipper are working to get the tiles. I open the door to room number three and look at how far they have come. Barbie looks at me and lights up, she yells Ken and wraps me in a warm embrace. I stand there and let her hug me knowing that I have lost feelings for her for a couple of weeks now. I just don't have the heart to tell her. She lets go and I smile at her. "Do you have the pink tiles here?" I ask. She answers with a yup, popping the p. She brings out a trolley filles with heavy tiles. I take the handle and begin rolling it out the door. She yells at me to wait and sloppily kisses my cheek on the way out. I hear skipper mimicking someone puking and Barbie hushing her. As soon as the door closes behind me, I feel this sickening feeling growing in my stomach. I keep rolling the heavy trolley over to room number two and try to push the sickness away...