Turning the Rebel Good

Chapter Fourteen - How Is This Funny?

*Ryan's POV*

Tristen and I walked into the living room and saw an angry Simon Cowell. 

"Yes daddy?" I smiled innocently at him. 

"Where have you been?" I asked. 

"With me sir." Tristen added. 

"Well at least she's safe." Simon sighed. "I'm going to sleep. You can stay for the night if you want Tristen, it's late." He announced as he went upstairs. 

I smiled at Tristen, he smiled back. I leaned my head forward to give him a quick peck on the cheek before I swiftly ran upstairs. He ran after me, hot on my heels. 

"Baabbbeee." Tristen whined. 

I ran into my room and jumped on my bed. Seconds later, Tristen came in, closing the door behind him. 

"What took you so long?" I smirked at him. 

He didn't reply, only hopped onto the bed beside me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, my head on his chest. 

"Ryan?" He asked. 

"Hm?" 

"What are we now, relationship wise?" He asked as he rubbed circles in my back. 

"Well I was never asked..." I trailed off. 

"Okay then." Tristen said as he sat up and got up from the bed. 

He got down on one knee as I just looked at him terrified. 

"Will you..." He began. "Be my girlfriend?" He smiled. 

"Yes." I laughed. "You scared me for a bit there." 

"You think I'd propose? Nah." He laughed. "Shouldn't you change into pajamas?" He asked. 

"Yeah. Be right back." I said as I jumped up and walked to my closet. 

I changed into a black tank top and black shorts with stars all over. Walking out, I see Tristen laying down in nothing but black boxer briefs, exposing his toned body. 

"Hey." I smiled as I slid under the covers. 

"Hey baby." He smiled back as he went under the covers with me. 

He pulled me close to him and began rubbing circles in my back. 

"Good Night Ryan." He whispered, kissing my forehead. 

I then closed my eyes and drifted into a deep sleep. 

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*Tristen's POV*

I woke up to the sound of a camera flash. Slowly opening my eyes, I see Simon standing in front of me with a camera. 

"Good Morning." He whispers. 

"Morning." I groggily said back. 

He walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him. I spent a few minutes pondering as to why he was in here taking pictures. 

"Mhmm." I felt Ryan stir beside me. 

"Morning little red." I whispered. 

Her eyes fluttered open. She stared at me and cracked a smile. 

"Morning." She whispered. 

She got up out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I stood up and followed. Ryan was brushing her hair and staring into the mirror. I leaned against the doorframe and admired her.