How Many dudes you know roll like me? Not many, if any

48 How many dudes you know roll like me? Not many, if any

Chapter 48

Man I just wanna say thanks so much for reading this story; I just noticed the other day that it reached over 200,000 reads!!! Thats insane! (I admit, I cried)

Anyway hope you enjoy there's a lot of more RyanxAna time! He's so cuteness. 

Love to you all, 

Katary

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The rest of the night was a bit of a quiet affair. Jules went home, I finally got to use my own bathroom, and when Ma and I went back downstairs, the boys had managed to do a pretty decent job of cleaning up.

Ma and Pa didn’t even notice that their backyard had been ravaged by savage humans playing in the mud. Whatevs, they’ll find out one day soon enough.

I wasn’t particularly hungry, and I felt the overwhelming effects of the events that occurred today. I really just needed a lot of rest.

I bade everyone goodnight and surprisingly fell asleep quite fast. My mind just shut down.

I woke up in the morning and realised that it was probably a little past the morning and everyone had left me to rest.

I felt a little relieved that everyone had left me alone, and not made me go to school.

I know there were certain parts of yesterday where I felt like I could conquer the leers, stares and comments but that was just a façade I had put up. Not just for those around me, it was mainly to give myself a little confidence in myself. That I was a good person, and I had done nothing wrong.

That it was him that hurt me. Him and him alone.

I just, had no idea of how to deal with this situation.  Everyone is incredibly supportive but those moments when you’re alone is when it all creeps back up to the surface.

Being alone right now was not very helpful to my journey of healing.

I needed a good distraction. I checked our DVDs and movies on the telly and I wasn’t really keen on any of them.

Then I checked the weather outside and it was still pretty shitty. So no go on the old beach excursion.

I ran back upstairs and put my iPod on. My only saviour she is.

I kept skipping songs and trying to figure which one was best suited to my mood, the first notes deciding the verdict.

Finally I heard the song that pretty much summed up my mood, it was haunting and electric, the lyrics hardly recognisable, and the bass was loud as fuck. It was a whole mish mash of sounds that all came together and as I moved to the music, I felt my feelings all being pushed out. The build up, the break down, it felt like a really healing little movement I had going on.

I had my eyes closed and I was dancing my little heart out in my pyjamas when I felt myself back up into something in the middle of the room.

I spun around and screamed in surprise. ‘Ryan!’ I screeched, my heart exploding in my chest.

‘What the fuck are you doing here?’

I could see the boy was obviously gonna laugh at me, but he surprisingly held it in.

‘I, uh, just came to see you.’ He told me, a snigger managing to find their way in here and there.

I let out a quick sigh, and went to turn my stereo down.

The conversation seemed to end there and I could feel the presence of awkwardness seeping in.

‘So,’ I began, struggling to find something worth talking about. ‘Why are you here and not my girls?’ I actually found this question to be an incredibly good one.