Abomination (Ryden)

Chapter 30

When I wake up the next morning, the sun is pouring in through the small windows, and a scrawny, gangly body (who I can only assume is Ryan) is sprawled halfway on top of me, legs intertwined messily with mine. And it's like hey, at least he's not mad at me in his sleep too.

It takes a few seconds to realize the reasoning for my awakening is Spencer and Jon chatting away and giggling on the couch. And seriously, do they ever think about anyone besides themselves? I mean, hello, we are trying to sleep here, thanks.

They burst out in a loud fit of giggles, not even trying to muffle it, and yeah, they totally don't. Ryan shifts on top of me, jabbing me with one of his many bones that poke straight out from his body. "You guys," he whines, stifling a yawn into my shoulder. "Can you please shut up or go somewhere else? Some people are trying to sleep here!"

"Oh, well, maybe if you hadn't stayed up fucking your boyfriend in my grandma's bathroom you wouldn't be so tired," Spencer retorts.

Touché.

Jon bursts out laughing, and Spencer immediately follows. God, they're such a bunch of pricks. Seriously, get your own brain for once or something.

Ryan tenses above me, like the events of last night had completely slipped his sleepy mind until Spencer had to so nicely bring it up. That bitch.

I close my eyes, and brace myself, praying he doesn't start yelling and accusing me of giving him AIDS again (which, for the record, I didn't, thank you).

Ryan takes this time to roll off of me completely, and doesn't reply as he presses his face into the flat pillow next to my head.

I let out an inward groan, and grip my hair in frustration, forcing myself not to reach over and smack some sense into the boy, because he's just being a stupid drama queen like always and it's driving me insane, okay? I mean, really, he was the one who came upstairs with the intention of us having sex (he made that pretty obvious, when he attacked me before I even had the bathroom door open) and didn't think, hey maybe I should bring a condom, so I don't get all the STD's Brendon apparently has. And it wasn't like I remembered the condom the whole time, and just decided not to say anything. I just forgot, exactly like him, and he knows that too, but no, I get all the blame because I just so happened to have slept with one guy in my whole entire life before he came along. Which, of course, must mean I'm HIV positive, or have some other incurable STD because of it, cause sleeping with one guy (who was my boyfriend for a year) must mean I'm a huge slut.

My boyfriend is so dense sometimes.

"I take it, it didn't go so well?" Spencer questions, and I don't have to look up to see that stupid little smirk of his twisted onto his lips.

I want to punch him in the mouth.

"Spencer." I sigh, warning. I take one last look at the back of Ryan's head before sitting up, and scratching at my belly. "Just let it go for right now, okay?"

"No," he refuses, all stubbornly, because of course, that's just so Spencer. "You guys fucked at my grandma's. You really can't ever tell me to let it go." He sits up too, and looks down at us, his hair sticking up in every which direction. I can't decide if its sex hair or just plain bed hair, then again, I'd rather not know. "So, what? Who couldn't get it up?"

That must be enough for Ryan, because instantly snaps his head up and glares over at his best friend, eyes flaming. "Shut the fuck up, Spencer!" He snaps, and yeah, I can practically see red lasers of death shooting out from his eyes. "Just fucking let it go, okay? We don't want to talk about, and it's none of your fucking business no matter if we fucking did it in your grandma's bathroom or in front of your fucking grandma, okay? I don't even care if we fucking did it in front of you! So, just shut up." His face is all splotchy, and beat red by the time he finishes, with eyes to match. He doesn't wait for an answer before he's diving back into his pillow, face first, pulling the sleeping bag all the over his head. And holy, just woah, I don't think I've heard Ryan swear that much like, ever. I mean, I didn't even think it was possible... not even during sex, and trust me, that tells you a lot.