How I Met my Kidnap-I Mean Your Father

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I woke up cocooned in my blankets and my face buried into a great smelling pillow. I mean dude it was magical smelling. Not that I'm sure that magic has a smell but if it did this must be it. I sighed then inhaled deeply the smell on the pillow.

"If you like the smell of my pillow that much, please stay away from my shirts and all other clothing."

The voice made me snap my head up on for me to receive a sharp pain in the back of neck. "Arg..." I rubbed the back of my neck. It felt like it was burning.

Tyson chuckled looking down at me from his place on his bed. "Have fun sleeping on the floor?"

"Yes it was brilliant. How was sleeping cold?" I grinned back slyly. "Not so great without blankets huh?" 

He scowled at my comment, and then flipped back over on his bed to look at the ceiling. I peeked my eyes over the corner of the bed, and rested my chin on the side of the bed. "Aw did someone not sleep so well without his blankets?" I cooed in a baby voice exaggerating each syllable.

"I wouldn't have been so bad if someone didn't snore so loud." He retorted scowling at the ceiling refusing to look at my face. 

I stuck out my tongue. "I don't snore."

"How would you know do you keep yourself awake at night to listen to it?"

I shook my head. "Nope, but my brother used to tease me about it so one time I recorded myself for a week to see if me was true and he was wrong. I do not snore. What your saying is a load of crap."

He rolled his eyes at the ceiling and just shook his head.

We sat in silence for a while, when a door that lead to the hall way quickly opened and shut. Both of us seemed to jump at it at the same time, only to be lead to both of up hitting our faces on the door.

Tyson's head leaned against the door and he hit it once with his fist. "Damn it." He quickly turned the door knob only to confirm that the door had been re-locked.

While he seemed to pout against the door, I took the chance to look down to what they had left behind. It was a plastic plate of food. Well a little bit of food. There was a poorly made pancake and a single juicy box. At least I knew that Ryan didn't want me totally miserable.

I looked over at Tyson who still was leaned face first against the door.

Maybe I don't want to share the only food it looks like we're going to have for breakfast...

Tyson sighed. "It's fine you can have the food. I'm not hungry." He turned around an plopped over on his bed in a huff. He laid there with his face buried in his mattress for a while, when my guilt took over.

I sighed when I noticed there was no knife to cut this with so I ended up sloppily ripping it in half with my fingers. Any bigger crumbs or pieces that broke off I just left on the plate. I quickly shoved my half of the pancake into my mouth, and swallowed it down. God that pancake was dry like half of it stuck while going down. That's the worst pancake I've ever eaten.

I'm glad I'm letting him get the other half. I don't want to choke to death. I put the straw in the juicy box and did my best to at least leave a fourth of it left. Not a half; a fourth, a half was asking way to much of me. I don't have that kind of self control.

Picking up the remaining bit of the pancake and juicy box and put it on the bed next to him. "Being the nice person I am I left half of an incredibly dry pancake and a bit of a juice box." I listened for a response, but there was none.

Since there was nothing better for me to do I sat and looked out the window. There was a sudden bunch of movement behind me and when I turned around to see what it was my back was slammed into the back of the wall.