The Boy in the Park

Chapter 4: Your zipper is un-done!

Rylie's outfit for the day to the side :)

Chapter 4: Your zipper is un-done!

After the whole run in with Jennifer and her gang, Sam and I took our pizza to go. When we got to my house we took a shower.

Separately.

Jeez.

And here we are now in my room eating our pizza in peace and silence on my bed.

I look over at Sam, whose watching TV intently while stuffing his mouth with the pizza.

The sun starts to go down as the hours go by and I soon slip into the covers on my bed and close my eyes. I hear Sam get off the bed and head to the door. My room's light's go off and my bed dips from Sam getting back on the bed. He turns off the TV and leans over me to put the remote on my bedside table.

"Thank you, Sammy," I mumble quietly into my pillow.

"You're welcome, Ri," he says while slipping underneath the covers, "Sweet dreams..." he whispers in my ear. And with that he puts his arm around my waist spooning me.

You may be thinking: Your mom lets you have boys sleepover?

Yes and no. She only let's Sam sleep in my bed. My brother and her have known him and his parents since he was born. So she lets it slide. But any other boy? Yeah... I wouldn't know what she would think of that. Considering I have never had a boyfriend, and probably never will. The only boy I do talk to is: You've guessed it. Sam.

Come to think of it. I think Sam is really my only friend. I talk to a few people here or there, but that's extremely rare. I'm the shyest person you will ever meet. You probably will never meet me though because I'm extremely shy. I didn't choose the lonely life... the lonely life chose me. It's true though. I never asked to be shy. It just happened. The only friends I've mostly ever had are the people who I met when I was in preschool, when I wasn't as shy. I don't know why I'm shyer than I was when I was younger... but I guess being bullied even before I moved and met Jennifer, wore me down. I have less self-confidence than I've ever had. I guess you could say, one of the reasons I don't talk much is, I'm afraid if I talk, people will think I talk to much and say that I'm annoying. I think that's the reason to most people not talking. We can't really explain it. It's just human nature. At least that's what I think. People don't want to seem annoying... so they don't talk. Is it the best choice to make? No. But we can't help it.

"Rylie..." Sam says in a sleepy (and I must admit, cute) voice.

"Hm?"

"Your thinking is making my brain hurt. Go to sleep." How did he know...? Whatever. It doesn't matter.

"Fine." I say grumpily.

"Night, Pumpkin." Sam pulls me closer to him with his arm that's still around my waist and kisses the back of my head before placing his chin on top of my head. My cheeks get warmer at his touch.

"Night, Hamster." he softly chuckles and I smile, slowly falling into a deep sleep.

"Rylie, Rylie, Rylie," I moan and roll onto my other side, "Rylie, get up!"

"No," I groan. Someone starts to poke me hard on the forehead, "Stop it," I raise my hand and smack the persons hand away. I'm about to drift into heaven again when someone pushes me onto my back. I open my eyes and they meet Sam's hazel ones. Ugh. I lift my hand and place it on my forehead in a dramatic matter, closing my eyes, "What are you doing, Sam?" I say in a sleepy voice.

"Don't make me do this..." I open my eyes and he raises his hands. What is he talking about? I find out when Sam's hands make contact with my waist and I burst into a fit of laughter. "Stop--" He keeps tickling me and I feel myself quickly loosing breath. "I can't," I start, but never finish my sentence.