Changed For The Better

Cuddles

I finished up in the shower, for the second time that day, and got myself changed into some comfy pyjama bottoms and a cute pyjama top. I also put Ryan's hoodie on that he left behind. It still kind of smells like him, after all this time.

I shoved some fuzzy socks on and brushed through my hair before leaving the bathroom and returning to our room. I opened the door to see that Ryan had a load of blankets and pillows on his bed.

As soon as he saw me, he stood up and picked up two mugs, and handed one to me.

"I think you said you were in need of cozy blankets and a hot chocolate?" He said sweetly.

"You're the best" I smiled. "I'm so glad you're back"

"I'm so glad to be back"

We both went to his bed and set our hot chocolates to the side to let them cool a bit. You know when they're nice and warm and drinkable? Yeah they weren't like that. He had obviously only just made them so they were piping hot, so too hot to drink without burning yourself.

We got under one of the blankets and I instantly wrapped both arms around Ryan's torso and buried my head in his chest like we used to all the time. It's funny how this was such a normal thing, that I missed so much. I guess you never really know what you've got until its gone.

I felt Ryan rest his arms round my waist and suddenly felt so relaxed. This is exactly the sort of thing that makes you feel so good. Like, it feels so right. Like we slot together in place like a jigsaw.

"Hey, is that my hoodie?" Ryan suddenly asked, smiling.

"You left it behind when you went away" I said.

"And you kept hold of it?"

"Yeah it smells like you. But not as much as you smell like you"

"And now you'll start smelling like me"

"That wouldn't be a problem" I said quietly.

"Hey Marie?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure there's nothing bothering you?"

"I'm sure. I'm happier than I've been in a long time. Now that you're back here"

"That's really cute, but I'm still worried about you"

"Worried?" I asked, bring my head up to look him in the eye. "Why are you worried? There's no need to be worrying about me"

"Yeah but I am"

"Why?"

"I'm just scared that these things get to you. I can see you're putting on a brave face and trying to fight back, but I feel like, deep inside you're just, too scared to ask for help"

"Ryan I'm fine"

"I know you're not"

"How?" I asked, giving up.

"Because you can't lie to me. I know you too well"

"But is that really a good thing?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Look it doesn't matter. Sorry, I'm not really myself at the moment"

"Oh so there is something going on. Come on, tell me"

"It really doesn't matter"

"No come on. Something's up and I want to know"

"Well, it's just..."

"Yeah?"

"Since you left, nobody has liked me. They've all picked fights and had go's and tried to get me into trouble. And it makes me feel like, well..."