Red Flag

Chapter forty-five

Trigger warning: this chapter includes mention of eating disorders and slight violence

Ryan's P.O.V

I nuzzled my head further into Matt's chest as I gained consciousness, the tiny little sun ray that did make it through the blinds hit me in the eye as I sat up on my bed.

"Oh...god" I shielded my eyes with my right hand

Matt groaned behind me and turned to face the wall, hugging a cushion as he kept on sleeping.

"So cute" I pouted at my boyfriend, stroking his hair a bit. A smile grew on my face as he pushed his head back into my head

Walking into my bathroom I closed the door behind me and did number one, staring at myself in the mirror as I was practically sleeping with my eyes open. After washing my hands I walked out.

I was met by a very awake Matt, who lied in bed with his hands behind his head, smirking at me.

"No, you're supposed to be asleep" I let my hands fall at my sides "go back to sleep Matthew" I pointed at him

"Hey Tweety" he said with a lisb and winked at me

"What?" I asked confused and he pointed at his shirt and then at mine "oh..." I nodded slowly, my shirt had a Tweety drawing on it.

"FYI, I don't like getting yelled at first thing in the morning" he pouted at me

"I didn't yell at you, I'm one step below whispering" I said, walking back to the bed

"I can't believe you sleep with socks on, it's summer" he said as I got back in bed

"So, you're saying that, if I pull the covers off of you, your feet will be naked?" I asked, cuddling up to him as he turned the tv on

"Yup. But don't do it, they're shy" he said, turning to me "you look cute with bags under your eyes" he told me before kissing my forehead

"And you always look cute" I smiled up at him

"Aawwww" he let out and then placed his right cheek on my head

"What are we watching?" I asked him as he clicked on the YouTube logo on the screen

"Funny animal shit, cause my brain is still loading" he said while typing so

"Que to fax machine noises" I said and he hummed in agreement

"At what time do they have breakfast in this house hold?" He asked me

"I rarely get up before noon whenever I'm here, so your neatly structured stomach will have to wait for my dad to get up" I said, talking to his belly

"Woah..." he let out and I looked up at him slowly

"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him

"I just pictured this same situation but our roles were inverted" he smiled at me

"Shut up, that's so cute" I said, slapping his forearm softly "I want a baby, Rife" I pouted at him

"Technically your body should be ready to carry one.." he shrugged at me

"Ew, no. I'm not being one of those fat pregnant women" I said with a disgusted expression

"I....didn't like that..." he shook his head at me

"Well, it's my opinion so.." I blew raspberry at him

"Oh, okay" he turned to the tv

We layed there for a while, watching cats do dumb things, then a door down the hallway creeked open and, seconds later, my dad's head poked through my now cracked bedroom door.