e-Bae

5

"I can't believe this," Ryan said as she slipped out the closet, pinching herself repeatedly as she watched the scene in front of her. The character from her book looked exactly as she envisioned him to be: hair shaggy and uneven from attempts to cut it himself, scar right above his upper lip from running face first into a car as a child, and a wonky eyebrow from when Priya attempted to arch them, but ended up cutting half of it off in the struggle.

Thomas stood, brushing off the jeans she described in her story, giving her a sheepish smile. Waving at her awkwardly, he bit his lip, looking too adorable for her to try and push him out her window.

"Uh. . . hi?" he asked instead of stating, trying to keep Daenerys from hopping all over him.

"I'm Thomas, but you know that, because, ah, you created me. Not like created me created me, as if you were my mom. Oh, but being a teen mom is fine, of you are! Am I offending you? I feel like I'm offending you. I'm going to shut up now," he blurted out, blushing. Trying hard to keep an angry look on her face, Ryan crossed her arms and studied him, seeing him fidget nervously. The look melted from her face, however, when Daenerys got tired of being ignored and knocked him over.

Laughing, she walked over to him, brushing the hair out of her face as she stuck out her hand for him to grab. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed it.

"You mock my pain," he muttered as he stood, and a smile lit up Ryan's face as she thought of something from the story.

"I just remembered you and Priya watched the Princess Bride in the book. Right?"

Nodding, his blush deepened, and he released her hand. Walking over to her bed, Ryan patted the spot beside her, watching as Thomas reluctantly sat down. But, she didn't care. She was going to have some fun with this.

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"Can you please stop poking my face?"

Ryan ignored what the person in front of her said, continuing to stretch the very real skin of his cheek. This had been going on for five minutes now, Ryan counting the seconds as she wondered if she accidentally took drugs. Thomas sat on her bed with a vaguely freaked out look on his face as he looked at the girl in front of him with the same curiosity she was probing him with. His eyes scanned over her face while hers was scrunched in concentration. Her curly hair was all over her head, and her retainer caused her lips to poke out more than usual. She had a few acne scars scattered on her forehead, and some smudged mascara from a failed attempt at removing it was under her eyes. Reaching up to pull her hands from his face, Thomas had just wrapped his hands around her wrists when a squeal burst through the room.

"Omg, OMG, OMGGG!" they heard, and saw a boy jumping up and down in excitement next door, cheerleading bag slapping against his hip.

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Hello, everyone!

I know that this is relatively short (like very short), but I just needed this too build up to Part 6 without giving too much away. 5.5 is coming soon!

And. . . e-Bae just hit #336 in Short Story. Thank you all so much for reading, voting, and commenting, and I can't wait for the next update!