Lost Boy; C.h.

-10-

*Ryan's POV*

"You are my home too." I whispered against his lips. I felt him smile. When I pulled away, I saw he was smiling like an idiot. He wrapped his arms around me and I put mine around him as well. I put my head in the crook in his neck. We just sat there and cuddled for what seemed like a lifetime. But was about five minutes in reality. I yawned.
"I'm going to bed." I said, beginning to get off his lap; he pulled me back down.
"Cal." I said in a mom like voice. And he flashed an innocent smile.
"Just a little longer?" He asked and I smirked. Sitting back down. He put himself in the position we were in before. I yawned again and he sighed. He gently took me off his lap and stood up. So I was curled on the couch. I put my my arms out and he carried me. I slightly resembled a Koala.

It was freezing in the cave, so I snuggled into his arms, waiting quietly to be brought inside. He carried me up to his room. It was a typical boy room. Band posters and dark blue walls. Black bedding and a white bookshelf. He put me in his bed, the slipped in next to me.
"You forgot your guitar." I said quietly.
"Oh well."
"Why'd you bring it out?"
"I was gonna play, but I got distracted." He smiled at me playfully.

"You should play for me soon."
"I don't wan't to." He whined, and I thought.
"Then sing for me." I said,
"Now?"
"Now." I said. He paused, then started.

Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say. I never want to let you down, or have you go "it's better off this way."
For all the dirty looks.
The photographs your boyfriend took.
Remember when you broke your foot from jumping off the second floor?

He sang. He was singing I'm not Okay (I promise) by MCR. It was slower so it was more peaceful then the original, calming even. My eyes began to droop, so I closed them. Still listening closely.

I'm not okay. I'm not okay. I'm not okay, you wear me out.

I began to dose off too his song. I didn't get to hear the rest of the song. That was a shame, because I love his voice.

"Goodnight love." Was the last thing I heard.
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I woke up alone. It was a bit disappointing, but I knew he wasn't far. I went downstairs, and he was cooking. Calum never cooked. Usually, if I didn't cook, we wouldn't eat.

"Look at you!" I said, he looked up and gave me a cheeky smile.

"Look at me." he agreed. I walked over, and took a piece of bacon off the plate.                                                

"Mmm." I mumbled, "You're cooking more often." I said, and he chuckled.

"Am I now?" he asked and I nodded. We sat at the table and just ate. It was quiet but comfortable. I looked down at my plate and began to stuff my face. I looked up at Calum, and he was smiling at me. "What?" I asked, he shook his head. I glared. "Fine. Its the way you eat." He said and I blushed. "Shit sorry. I didn't mean it like that. It's cute." he said. I blushed more, yet smiled slightly.

"...Thanks?" I said, like a question. "Sorry that was akward." he said, and I smirked. "Its okay." I said. he laughed. "Okay."

"When are we gonna leave?" I asked,
"Whenever you want."
"Okay." I said. I stood up and accidentally knocked over my water.
"Shit." I mumbled, picking it up, he laughed at me. So I pouted at him.

"I'll get you new clothes." He said, still laughing. I wiped up my mess, it was clean when he came back. He had a black sweatshirt, and gray boxers.
"Boxers? Really?" I giggled ,
"Yes. None of my actual pants would fit you." He said,
"Maybe, you have pretty girly legs." I laughed , and he glared at me. Making me laugh harder.

"Now you're stuck with these. I'm not getting you other pants now." He said,
"Fine." I said, snatching the clothes, and heading to his bathroom. I saw he retrieved his guitar from the cave, and put it in the hallway.

I locked the door and began to strip off my wet clothes. I slowly put his on, and  looked at myself in the mirror.
I'm keeping these. I thought as I left again. When I entered the room Calum was in. He smiled when he saw me.
"You're wearing my clothes more often."
"Only if you cook for me." I said, "uh, for a month!"
"Deal." He said, pulling me into a hug and kissing my forehead. I smiled. He makes me happy.

"You ready to leave?" He asked, and I nodded. We put our shoes on and went out side. I shivered as he locked the door. I wasn't exactly wearing pants, so
Duh.

We went into the car and he drove us home. He turned on the radio, but nothing good was on.
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When we got home, all I wanted to do was sleep. I did sleep there, but not well. I had a bad dream. It was about Calum, but Michael was there too. Mike made me promise not to date any of his friends, that's actually real though. But In the dream, Mike walked in on us kissing. He punched Calum till he broke his jaw. The scary thing is, he might do that in real life. He then punched me. I know he wouldn't do that, even if he threatened to. It was a scary thought though.

Unfortunately, I only got about five minutes of sleep. I woke up because Emma called. I sat up and took a deep breath. I was a little mad.
"Hey." I said. My voice raspy.
"Hurry up, come to my apartment." Emma said, her voice trembling.
"Why? Are you okay?" I asked,
"I'm not ok. Just come!" She said.

She gave me her address, because I haven't been there before. I pulled a cardigan on, and shoes on. I grabbed my purse, and headed to the freezer.

Why go to the freezer? Three words. Emergency Ice cream. I always have ice cream in my freezer for emergencies. I literally forbid Calum from touching it. Sometimes it works, usually not. But luckily this container hadn't even been opened.

Calum was watching from the couch. He knew what the Ice cream was for.
"What's the emergency?" He asked,
"I don't know. It's just Emma was crying on the phone so." I said, and he nodded.
"When will you be back?"
"Depends on how bad it is. Between two hours and tomorrow morning. I'll let you know." I said, and he nodded again.
"Bye." He said,
"Bye."
With that, I ran out the door.
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a/n

Hey guys! I'm really sorry I couldn't update Wednesday day, so this one will make up for that. I might write again tomorrow if I have time.
-Greta