Little Miss Understood

Can't Resist

"Mother I'm home, oh that's right mum isn't home, she never is." I huff as I slowly trudge upstairs heading towards my room.

"But Maria is home!" I hear Maria yell from somewhere in this large house of mine.

"And I love you for that!" I yell back with a small chuckle. I smile to myself as I think of all the times Maria has been there for me...My mother hired her to look after me and the house at 14 years ago, apparently, I was too much of a burden on her and she felt as though she had more important stuff to do other than look after her 'shit' to so kindly put it. You could say I don't have the greatest relationship with mother dearest. Maria however, has been by my side through thick and thin; cooking my meals and comforting me when the weight of being a teenager in high school got too much for me. She was like the grandmother I never had, the side kick every superhero needed and I utterly adore her for that.

"Ryan my dear, I need to tell yo-" Maria began before I cut her off.

"Do you mind telling me after I had a shower, I stink like a sweaty skunk and these clothes need to be burnt!" I answer back, running up the stairs in a rapid pace.

"But Rya-" She tried again. "Yeah, Yeah I'll be done in like 10 minutes tell me then it couldn't be that important. I'll be quick!" I say as I open my bedroom door and close it once I enter. I strip out of my Ryan Carter infected clothing, and then grab out my phone and connect it to my Bluetooth speaker, what's a shower without a little concert? I begin singing and dancing like an idiot as I jump into the shower. Midway through washing my hair I hear my bedroom door slam closed. I pause for a second waiting for something to happen, but it never does....must have been my imagination.

As I finish, I turn the shower off and jump out only to realize i left my towel was on my bed. I sighed and walked into my bedroom. But when I opened the bathroom door, I was greeted by my worst nightmare... Ryan Carter.

My all happy smiles and cheery laughter demeanor turns bile in a second. Who the hell let this douche bag into my room let alone my house.

"What are you doing here!?!" I spit as I place my hands on my hips only for my mouth to drop and my heart to start pounding.....'YOU ARE FUDGING NAKED FOR GOODNESS SAKES!!YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT BERTIER!' I shout at myself inside my head.

"Looking for this, Bertier?" Ryan Carter remarks as he cheekily smirks and holds up the towel I so desperately needed.

"Don't do this to me, Carter. Please just give me my towel." I plead in a fierce tone as I try to keep my private parts covered from his piercing gaze.

"Hm," He hums as his eyes rake my body from head to toe "make me" He grins in satisfaction of my embarrassed state, but it doesn't last as he sees my retreating body.

"Wait Bertier! Where you going?" He queries.

"To get myself a fricken towel because you wont give me mine." I turn around and stick my tongue at him. Why is it so fricken hard to cover my ass, it isn't that big! Or is it? Nope definitely not.

"Fine," he gives in and throws my towel at me, I laugh victoriously as I quickly wrap myself in it covering my exposed body from him. It's not like he hasn't seen me naked before, we had been friends since birth there was bound to be a time when he had caught me naked and vice versa in the end you stop caring. Wait a minute I need to clear something up quickly...Ryan Carter is no longer my friend not even my acquaintance. He is a pain in my butt and I wish I never met him hence why I am pissed as to why he is in my safe haven.

"What are you doing here?" I query angrily as I walk into my closet and pick out some clothes for myself.

"Your mum called me, to come and be a bearer of bad news..." He says as he hangs his head down in a sorrowful way.

"Omg, no! She ran over Poochie right? Oh no my poor little baby! No Ryan how could she!" I scream in hysteria as I crouch down and hug my knees to my chest, "She was so young, so young!" I cry as I shake my head refusing to believe the truth that lay right before me.

"Ry, you are such an idiot; one your mum doesn't drive. Two, why would I be the one giving you that sort of bad news, if your mum ran over 'poochie' then she would get Maria to tell you. Three, you never had a creature named 'Poochie'. And Four, why the hell would you jump to that conclusion of all things?" He looks at me in a confused manner. He does have a point...but imagine, just imagine me having a pet named Poochie....hm I might have to beg my mother...

"Oh, you're right" I laugh awkwardly as I rub the back of my neck with my right hand. "Then what's the bad news?" I query.

And the words that follow my question leave me breathless.