Ryann (Hazel) is a 19 year old girl who hasn't had the best life. Her mom died in front of her and dad's eyes. Her brother got kidnapped and there was no clues leading to the suspect(s). Right after that, her dad taught her how to fight, become an e...
"Alright, I'll clean the bottom floor rooms while you can clean the upstair rooms. There is cleaning supplies in the first hallway closet to your left in the hallway." I told Wildcat.
"Ok, I guess I'll holler if I'm lost," Wildcat said with a chuckle, "and out of all the guys in the house, why pick me to help clean? If I were you I would've picked Nogla, he's a big clean freak."
"Well, I helped you last night by letting you sleep in my bed so it's kinda like payback I guess. Now let's get to work, the faster we get this done, the faster we can head back." I said.
I watched as Wildcat walked up the stairs. He was wearing a black shirt that hugged his muscles on his torso and biceps. I had to admit, I really did like what I saw.
You like him
No I don't.
Yes you do, your brain istelling you you don't like him but your heart says he's the one.
No, I'm pretty sure he isn't the one for me.
Yes he is, don't doubt yourself.
I was arguing with myself over my feelings for Wildcat and I finally accepted the fact that I did indeed have a crush on him. I've honestly never had a crush on a person before because I didn't want anything to do with love. In the end it will only end up hurting you.
Time Skip (Cause who wants to read about cleaning)
I finally finished cleaning the kitchen, living room, bathroom, and office after about two hours and I haven't heard a word from Wildcat. The only rooms he had to clean were two bedrooms, bathroom, and the man cave. I had a weapon room but it's locked 24/7 and I'm the only one with the key. I should probably check on Wildcat to make sure he's still alive.
As I was walking up the stairs, I could hear multiple thuds and quiet, incoherent words. I picked up the pace and the thuds became louder and the words were louder but still muffled. I walked down the hallway and located the sounds that were coming from the farthest room, which was my bedroom. I ran down the hallway and slowly opened the door to see Wildcat aggressively dancing like a lunatic with a broom while singing. He had earbuds in his ears and his back was to me so he couldn't see me. I leaned against the door frame and watched/listened to him. As I listened to him, I could hear him sing "Hotline Bling" by Drake. I stifled a laugh as he tried to do the famous move where it looks like he's waving at his shoes (I'm horrible at describing things).
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I grabbed a book off a nearby shelf and chunked it at him, hitting him right on his butt. He jumped up in shock and turned around facing me while rubbing his butt cheeks while I was on the floor, dying of laughter.
"How long were you standing there?" He asked.
"Long... enough," I said trying to catch my breath, "I have to... admit... you sure... can... move them... hips like a pro." I said trying to catch my breath but I ended up cracking up all over again.
