These Shattered Remains (GE Series, Book One)

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But have you seen Dylan O'Brien in The Internship
But have you seen Dylan O'Brien in The Internship.
-Moans-

Certain little things annoyed the living shit out of Ryn. One of these things was being woken up when she actually fell asleep for once. If she had the chance to grip onto sleep, she was more than happy. So, she wondered why Oliver was so surprised when he woke her up at 2:27, telling her to get up and get dressed in something nice.

"What the hell, Oliver, it's 2 in the morning, you can either go back to sleep in your room, or come here and let me hug you until you go to sleep here." she muttered, turning over and closing her eyes. She pulled the blankets over her head to try and block him out. She heard him sigh, before the bed creaked as he jumped onto it. He straddled her, pulling the blankets off of her. She growled up at him, "What do you want, Oliver?"

The golden eyed boy gazed down at her, "Come on, have a little fun with me," he whispered, his voice light and playful. He leaned down, kissing her lips softly, making her shiver stop it. Her hands came up and pushed weakly at his shoulders, not wanting him to stay but not wanting him to leave. "What kind of fun?" she mumbled, her ears turning red at the possibilities. The boy hummed softly, "Nothing too bad," he leaned close to her ear, "Unless you're up for it."

Ryn sighed, giving up restraint and nodding, "Alright, fine. Will you at least tell me where we're going." Oliver slid off of her, standing, but leaning against the wall and watching her as she pulled at her shirt. She looked over at him, her eyes narrowing at him, "At least turn around, asshole." He chuckled softly, his hands coming up to cover his eyes.

"No peeking."

Oliver's smile only grew, "You know me too well," he turned so he was facing the wall, his head against it. He was slightly hunched forward, his hands shoved in his pockets. Only then did Ryn realize how he was dressed. He was wearing a red and plaid flannel shirt over a black t shirt, sleeves tied up so they were just below his elbows. He had dark jeans on, but in the dullness of the room, she couldn't see if they were black or not. His hair was done up nicer than normal.

Basically, he was an incredible sight to see, and Ryn began to wonder why she hadn't gotten out of bed sooner.

She sighed softly, ducking into her closet, well, his closet really, grabbed one of his shirts and tugged it on. She walked out of the closet, running her hands through her hair. "Where are we going?" she yawned, hugging her arms to herself. Oliver turned to look at her, before his eyes widened and his eyes shot down to the floor, his hands messing with the ends of his shirt nervously.

Ryn took a step towards him, "What?" she asked quietly, crossing her arms. Oliver took a step back, away from her. She kept taking steps towards him until he was against the wall and his face was as red as his shirt. "What's wrong, Oliver?" she sighed. The boy cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck, "You're not wearing any pants," he mumbled under his breath.

Only then did Ryn realize that he was right and she was practically pressed up against him without any pants. "Fuck," she muttered, walking away and back into the closet so she could put on some pants. When she walked back out, Oliver was pacing the room, his hands behind his head. As soon as he saw her, words began to fall from his mouth, so fast that Ryn almost couldn't understand him.

"Alright, so I'm really nervous right now because I've never actually taken a girl out and we're sneaking out, which I've also never done, and I just figured out what I'm going to be doing about 30 minutes ago and decided to wake you up because I knew I would forget it if I didn't do it now, and umm, I'm sorry if I zone out randomly tonight because you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen and I don't know how to talk to you or be around you and, umm, I don't know what to do right now because I'm scared that I'm going to embarrass myself so..." he looked a her with desperate eyes.