Sweet Cheeks. Rucas. GMW CHOICE AWARD WINNER!

Chapter.48.Say it Again.<3.

Lucas' Point of View.

Rolling over in the bed, my arms instinctively tighten around Riley. Only, this isn't Riley. I don't smell her tropically, or sweet scented shampoo, I get a hint but it isn't all there. Blinking my eyes open and clearing out the sleepy haze I realize it's a pillow in my grasp. Frowning instantly, my forearms prop me up and I notice she isn't even in the bed. "Riley?"

It's still dark outside, there's no way she left to get her parents yet. Plus she wouldn't have left without saying goodbye. The TV is still on, Netflix is asking if we're still watching 'The Office'? I fell asleep to 'Halloween'. That's the works of my girl, sitting up fully in bed I notice the bathroom light on. Sighing in content I thrust myself back into the cushion of my mattress and wait for her. Of course she'd turn on 'The Office', I bet she had a hard time staying asleep because she fell asleep with a scary movie on, so she needed something funny to balance it out. Don't ask me how that works for her, I just think she needs something to distract herself from the creepiness of it all. The door creaks open, her shoulders slightly hunch when her toes pop on the hardwood, her face wincing and hesitantly glancing at me I'm sure curious to know if that woke me up. I just watch her with an amused expression, "you know princess waking up to an empty bed, I felt very used."

Her shoulders fall off of her ears, and even in the dark I notice her rolling her eyes. No doubt she's blushing, "Come here princess. Come cuddle."

Her elated giggle rings through my ears as she jumps on the bed, scurried under the covers and snuggled into me. "I couldn't sleep. I don't think I can babysit again either. Not after that movie." One arm wraps around the small of her back while the other cradles her head. My fingers brushing against the skin of her neck, effectively moving her hair out of the way. "So I turned on 'The Office' and let me just say if we were still on pranking terms, I'd put your items in Jell-O."

"Oh is that right?" I question with an arched brow, she only nods with a satisfied smirk. I peck her nose and squeeze her tighter, "You're gonna be the death of me."

"Well then a happy death it will be."

"That's it!" Reaching around her I grab the remote and flip the TV off, "If you can't keep your sarcasm under control then no more 'Office'. Now you're just stuck with me in a dark room."

I hear her sigh with an amused chuckle, I can't see her – unfortunately. "I'll accept my punishment and take it like a champ. Jim just has a way of rubbing off on you, Pam's a big old dope for not realizing it sooner."

Here we go again. She must have started watching the seasons over again. Riley has made it a habit to stop watching it as soon as Pam says goodbye to Michael at the airport. She refuses to watch it further because – and I quote, 'no one! I mean no one, can compare to Michael Scott! Only he can be the boss'. She was bitter about it, I'm just glad I wasn't around to see it. She started watching it freshman year, so let me rephrase what I said. I wish I was around but I'm glad I didn't see her have a mental breakdown over losing Steve Carell in the series. I shush her lightly, and peck her lips. "Don't stress yourself out over it sweet cheeks we know how it ends, besides you have to drive to the airport. I don't want you to be tired, so go to sleep, dream of me."

"I'd prefer not to have a nightmare."

An air of silence settles between us.

I just like to stress her out, she sucked in a harsh breath a few moments ago. "You're grounded from this show."

"No." She whines and I can tell she's trying to give me those puppy dog eyes. Those damn eyes, like little pools of chocolate. Thank God it's dark because one glance at those things and I'd give her whatever she wanted. "I'm sorry, if I dreamt about you it wouldn't be a nightmare. It just slipped out I swear, you practically set yourself up on a tee and I just hit it out of the park."