e-Bae

4

"OMG. Why Thomas? WHYYYY???"- red_skittle13

Giggling, Ryan looked at the comment for the latest chapter of her story. The comments had flooded her notifications, either threatening Thomas's life and ability to have children, or variations of this one.  Chewing on a Twizzler, she refreshed the page, rubbing a hand on her face. She already felt the oncoming threat of a pimple, but the ones already scattered on her forehead made it easy to get to that conclusion.

"Okay, I have a theory. . ."- can't_so_I_shan't

Furrowing her brow, Ryan looked at the screen carefully, wondering what the theory was. However, before she could, her phone rang. Glaring at the device, Ryan picked it up.

"This is starting to get creepy," she said, then swiped to answer the call.

"Rye Bread!" a deep voice yelled over the phone, and a smile immediately invaded her face. He was the reason she chose her Wattpad username, actually, he was the reason she even made an account.

"Yorkie!" she squealed back, and watched Daenerys shoot up from her spot on Ryan's bed and stare at her in contempt for interrupting her nap. Rolling her eyes, the pet owner shooed the dog away so she could listen to her cousin.

"Well at least I'm not called Peppermint Patty anymore," York muttered, and she heard him shift a little. Lying back on her bed, Ryan moved her computer over, forgetting about her comment watch.

"How are your mom's parents? Probably better than mine," she said, and wondered how her Bill and Jessica were. Hearing a groan, Ryan stifled a laugh, knowing how much York disliked seeing his mother's obnoxiously loud family.

"I'm hiding out in the bathroom. They probably think those bran muffins they force fed me are being ejected into this toilet, and that bought me a few minutes. An hour if I spray enough air freshener."

A look of disgust and horror on her face, Ryan sat up, wondering why York had to mentally scar her with those images. Shuddering, she waited for what he would say next.

"So, how are you?" he asked, a little too bright. Suspicious, she glanced out her window, noticing that Tobias wasn't home yet. Either practice was running really late. . . or he was warned.

"What did Toby tell you?" she asked with a sigh. Her next door neighbor was better at getting information than a spy, which he liked to call his 'Jewish Intuition', and it was no secret him and York were friends.

"That the idiot you were dating decided to volunteer to get his face punched in when I get back," he said, and she could almost see him crack his knuckles in anticipation. Rolling her eyes, Ryan opened her computer and checked her notifications.

"Oh, and I read the new update," she heard, and an embarrassed smile flitted over her lips. Although she loved her stories, if she didn't she wouldn't write them, it still made her feel weird to have someone she knew read them.

"What did you think?" she asked, wondering if he caught the little detail she put into the story.

A low chuckle sounded on the other line.

"I thought that you wouldn't put me, or at least a variation of me, in your story," he said. "But, thanks. My artificial bright red hair will live on forever in the internet."

Laughing, Ryan read through the comments, seeing that the theory had been finished.

"What if Thomas is gay?"- can't_so_I_shan't

"But, it said 'I can't live halfway.' What if he's bi?- TasteTheEffingRainbow

"O.O"- MissesStealYoGurl

"No, he loves Priya! He always has and always will!"- NegativeOneDIrection

"UPDATE! UPDATE!"- CheetoHairDye

"I think they're onto me, NYC."

"Ryan, stop giving me nicknames before I hop through this phone and strangle you."

* * *

"Hello, parental units," Ryan said as she entered the kitchen. Her parents were dressed up, indicating they were going out, making Ryan cringe at the thought of ordering pizza again.

"Hey, hon," her mother said, and kissed her cheek. Grimacing, Ryan tried to wipe the red lipstick off her face and failed. Laughing, her mother smudged it some more, the red dye staining the pale skin of her hand.

"Hello, hobo," her father said, eyes widened at her outfit. It was littered with holes she didn't know got there, and an oversized Spongebob t-shirt. His green eyes were hidden behind glasses, perched on his sunburned dark skin. After going to a conference in Hawaii, he felt as though sunscreen was irrelevant, and did not use any. A decision he regretted.

"Becky, are we still going to Zoe's?" he asked, referring to one of the best restaurants in the area. Rolling her eyes, Ryan's mother capped her lipstick and stuck it inside her purse.

"No, Harry. I put myself through the torture of shaving my legs and slipping into this skin tight dress to go to McDonald's," she said sarcastically, running a hand through her blonde bob.

"And I thought it was pronounced Zoey?" she asked, enunciating the 'e', watching Ryan flip through the delivery menus on the counter, all of the ones for pizza being thrown into the trash.

"No one knows how it's pronounced. Just go with it. Besides, it's the last night it'll be open," he responded, adjusting his tie before giving his wife a kiss.

"Ew," they heard, and saw Ryan look at them, eyebrow raised. Fixing his white dress shirt, her mother avoided her gaze.

"Hey, mom. Your name is Blaire, right?" Ryan asked with a smirk, already expecting a specific answer.

"No, it's Becky."

* * *

Pushing open the door to her room, Ryan ran a hand through her hair. Her parents had left for Zoe's, and she knew she would have to find her headphones to avoid being mentally disturbed tonight. Ross was wandering the street somewhere, not being specific and giving up his location. Ronny was sleeping, his door locked and classical music coming fron under the door. Sighing, Ryan looked up from the Coney Island menu to see someone in her room.

Shocked, she stood there, staring. She pinched herself, rubbed her eyes, blinked really fast- anything to rid herself of the obvious hallucination in front of her.

"What are you doing in my room?" she screeched, running around in panic until she reached her closet and hid inside.

The boy that caused all this panic was sitting in her pristine room, staring down at her pit bull Daenerys in wonder. She stared back at him, probably wondering what he was doing here too, instead of attacking.

Great job Mother of Dragons.

Through the slits of her closet, she watched him. He absentmindedly pet her dog while he glanced around as if this was the first time he saw a room. As she took in his features, she began to slowly freak out. Why did he look like a character from a story she wrote? Why was he here? Is this what happens when you breakup binge on sugar? When he turned and stood up, she started realizing something.

This was the guy she wished for last night.

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Hello everyone!

e-Bae just hit 500 reads, and I decided to push up the next update in celebration of this magnificent event. Thank you all for reading, commenting, and voting (a.k.a re-vommenting) and see you (well not see you see you, but you get the gist) in the next update!

P.S. If anyone gets the reference between Ryan's parents, I will love you forever.