Behind Golden Eyes [boyxboy] (On Hold Temporarily)

Chapter 6

So I wanted to post this on my b day but stuff happened and I was at camp so I post it now :) Anyway hope you enjoy this chapter, past chapters, and chapter

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Ryder recommend that we go back to my place since his was crowded with noisy werewolves that he didn't want to deal with. I didn't respond, but I couldn't resist grinning at his annoyed expression. Now that I think about it, I would rather hang out at my place anyway. Thankfully, Molly sent me a text earlier saying that she and Nat went to the movies, so I wouldn't have to deal with them either. I gave Ryder the okay although I was hesitant. If my mom was there (highly doubt it) all hell would break loose. I didn't want Ryder anywhere near that conniving witch or me if I had the urge (which I always do) to rip her heart out. It's bad enough I liked the guy (I think, still not too sure. That whole trauma thing was still in the air), so I really didn't need him to get the wrong idea about my messed up family. After a mental debate, I sighed, leading Ryder to my house. Once we were close, I used my newly enhanced senses to make sure she wasn't there. There was no sign of life inside, which caused me to smile in relief. Ryder took notice but chose not to comment. We both exchanged glances before I opened the door, letting us inside. He looked around, examining my living space.

"Nice place" Ryder, for whatever reason, lied.

I rolled my eyes. If by nice he means barely anything in it, then I guess it's pretty nice. Everything inside was simple (expect for our rooms of course). In the living room, we had a fairly decent couch, one ancient loveseat, and a very old T.V. that sat on top of a tray table. In the dining room we had a large wooden table that looked brand new and a few pictures in frames, but it was only for show. Nathan and I usually ate on the island near the kitchen instead. If there were boxes everywhere then you'd think that we had just moved in, that's how empty it was. When my dad died, Mom became an alcoholic, aside from the town whore. In a drunken state rage and sorrow, she either burned or threw out our old possessions, which was typically anything that reminded her of dad. Nat and I had to work several jobs in order to afford the crap we do have and to continue living here. To most people (or the small select individuals we do allow in our house), it's not the best living condition, but to Nat and me, it's enough. My thoughts were cut off by low rumble, oh that's right, I'm hungry, sorry stomach. I led Ryder into the kitchen for something to eat. My kitchen wasn't the most extravagant place in the world (as I stated early about the house), neither was our food supply. It was my turn to go grocery shopping but considering my current situation, the odds of that happening aren't exactly in my favor. Ryder and I had to settle with crappy sandwiches, but I was so hungry that I didn't care. Evidently, neither did Ryder. Within seconds of the sandwich being made, it was in his stomach, while I, on the other hand, was taking my damn sweet time savoring each bite.

"I swear, food has never tasted this good" I moaned delightfully.

"You seem to have a little TOO much of an interest in that sandwich". Ryder hinted comically.

"Don't listen to him baby," I said, stroking the bread, "He's just jealous"

I took another bite, adding another laughing moan to piss of Ryder.

"I know something else you could be doing with that mouth." Ryder muttered, leaning towards my lips. I swallowed and laughed.

"Sorry dude, but I'm officially married to this sandwich now, I couldn't possibly cheat on it! I mean seriously, we said our vows and everything! Until eaten do us part!"

Ryder grabbed the remaining part of my sandwich and stuffed it in his mouth. I stared, wide eyed at his actions. He ate it, he ate my sandwich!

"W...what the hell was that for?" I yelled. He gulped down the rest and smirked.