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Bad Boy Vamp + Cocky Werewolf = True Love ? {9}

"Aww, are you two over your little hangovers?" Matt teased as he came into the living room.

"Little?" I questioned, as I turned to him to glared.

"Was it that bad?" He laughed perching on the chair arm.

"Shut up Matt." Tyler growled.

I smiled; he was still in a mood for some reason.

"Tyler got it worse." I grinned.

"Shut up Riley." He growled again.

Matt and I laughed at his pissed off expression, he was kinda amusing.

"You know what, I don't like either of you." Tyler muttered.

"Aww, you love us really." I teased and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Nope I really don't." he sighed.

Matt laughed at us before leaving; probably to go find Kayla- I haven't seen her all day.

"Your cute when you sulk." I giggled at Tyler's expression.

"Cute?" he glared.

"Yeah, cute." I stuck my tong out.

"If you do that again I'm going to bite your tong off." He warned.

I smiled innocently making Tyler sigh and turn back to the TV. I stuck my tong out before I was suddenly pinned to the couch with Tyler on top of me. His face was inches from mine.

"Sorry." I smiled biting my lip.

"Your dead Riley." He smirked.

I giggled and propped my head up so we were even closer.

"I could kick your ass and you know it." I taunted.

"Oh yeah, try it." He cocked his head.

I kicked my legs- as far as I could with Tyler on top of me- but they went moving very well.

"My legs don't bend that way." I concluded after about five minutes.

"Ya' think?" he smirked triumphantly.

"I could take you!" I sulked.

"Yeah Riley in your dreams." Tyler smirked sitting up.

"Hey, I have better people to dream about than you!"

"Yeah who?" he laughed.

"Um... Well, there's... Er... Ok but that doesn't mean I dream about you dipshit." I whined.

"Of course not Riley I believe you, we all believe you." Tyler smiled patronizingly.

I huffed in frustration and glared up at him. When have I been this close to Tyler before? I thought for a few seconds- the cinema? No, that's not it, before that? No definitely after.

"What are you thinking about?" Tyler butted in.

"Shush, I'm thinking.... What did we do at the club?" I asked.

"You mean other than drink?" he frowned.

I nodded.

"Umm... I duno, shots? Danced? Drank... oh crap."

There was a few seconds of silence as my brain caught up to where Tyler's was.

"You kissed me!" I yelled.

"Did not, you kissed me first!" Tyler defended.

"Yeah right!" I spat.

"You we begging for it!" He shot back.