Ocean Eyes

Confusion

"Okay but how about this one- would you rather doink JLO or ScarJo?"

The amount of seriousness in Quil's  voice made Ryder realize that the new generation of America was doomed. She watched with wary eyes as the three boys debated the issue as if they were debating an Israeli Palestinian treaty.  How they could keep such straight faces as they said "JLOs bum bum is amazing" and "okay but ScarJo's boobies are wifey material" honestly worried Ryder.

"Are you blind?? JLOs is the-"

"When you jumped on my bed and pulled me out of sleep for an extremely important conversation, this is not what I had in mind." Ryder sighed, sipping her tea absentmindedly. It had long since grown cold, the old thermos no opponent for the cold November wind, but she didn't mind.

Jacob, Quil and Embry had torn her from the sweet oasis of sleep to have a "boys day". She'd awoken to the three jumping on her bed and singing Kesha at the top of their lungs- it was safe to say she'd had the scare of her life. After her early morning jaunt through the woods with Paul, Ryder had fallen right back into bed, ignoring her family (and the pressing confusion of her own feelings) in favor of blankets. According to Jacob, while she'd been sleeping the whole group headed up to Forks for a bowling day.

Most would be offended that they hadn't been asked to join but Ryder was honestly relieved. After the late nights plagued by nightmares and the recent war in her mind she desperately needed a nap day.

But apparently, the terrible tenth grade trio hadn't wanted that to happen.

"We said an important discussion, Rybaby! Where was the lie!?" Quiz grinned, winking at her from across the fire pit. Ryder adjusted her heavy Mexican blanket, a gift from Sarah and Jim, and rolled her eyes. She was seriously confused with the boys in front of her. This was their fun? They were sitting around a weak fire on the beach in November, freezing their asses off and talking about boobs.

"Important discussion was thrown out of the window the moment you said, and I quote, 'Mila Kunis is the head of the itty bitty titty committee but her badonkidonk is carved by the gods'." Ryder scoffed. "Her ass isn't even that great!"

Embry snorted around his cup of hot chocolate. "The woman has a good point."

"What?!" Jacob fake gasped, placing a hand on his heart dramatically. "You're siding with the she demon over your best friends?"

"She demon?" Ryder raised her eyebrows, sending the boy a dangerous look. "I'll show you she demon, Black." Her tea was thrown to the side as she launched herself at Jacob. He scrambled back with wide eyes, tripping over the driftwood log he had been sitting on and falling onto the cold sand.

Ryder didn't stop there however, jumping into him and attacking the younger boy with tickles. She had learned on Jacobs weakness shortly after meeting him, while he had been wrestling with Quil. It was a dirty move, frowned upon by the "bro society" as they called it, but Ryder was proudly not a member of said society.

Jacob let out a high pitch squeal of protest, writhing in an attempt to avoid her hands. It was no use however- Ryder had two younger siblings and was practically a professional tickler. Behind them, Quil and Embry were cackling like hyenas, ignoring Jacobs cries for help.

"Apologize, you little shit!"

"N-no! You spawn of s-satan!"

"Do it, Black!"

"Stop tickling me!!"

"Say you're sorry!"

"N-Never!!"

"If you don't apologize right now I will hit you so hard in your family jewels that you'll be singing soprano for the rest of your life!"

"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I'm sorry, Ryder! Please forgive me!"