Reaching Riker (Riker Lynch Story)

Chapter 15

Leigh's POV

The next morning I woke up I felt refreshed. I haven't felt this good in a long time.

Oliver had ended up staying over last night.

I looked on the floor by the couch and saw Oliver sprawled out sleeping.

His curls were covering his eyes and he had a small smile on his face.

I smiled down at him and took out my phone. I snapped a quick picture and got on Instagram.

I put the picture on and tagged him. I started giggle but I put my hand over my mouth.

He started to move a little bit and I froze. I silently and carefully got off the couch. I inched towards the stairs and kept my eyes on him also.

Then I darted up the stairs as fast as I could go as a pregnant out of shape teenager.

The sight of my room was heaven. I laid on the bed and lifted my shirt up.

I rubbed my stomach and moved my hands in circular motions.

The smile that overtook my face seemed unstoppable.

"I'm gonna meet you soon" I cooed

I hear feet padding down the hall and into my room.

Riley appeared in the doorway. Her hair was in a messy bun with pieces falling everywhere, and for once her face was clean of makeup.

"What are you doing?" She rubbed her eyes and looked at me

"Just relaxing" I shrugged

"Your weird" she whispered and walked away

I rolled my eyes and continued to rub my stomach.

I hear fast footsteps up the stairs and I sat straight up.

"Leigh if you wernt pregnant id kill you!" Oliver says as he stands in my doorway

I laugh with him and he walks over and sits on the bed next to me.

It goes quiet and he looks into my eyes. His bright emerald eyes stare at me with....compassion?

"Leigh, what are w-

He gets cut off by my phone blaring.

I blush and answer.

"Hello?"

"Hey poptart girl" I hear Rikers voice say through the phone

"Not funny!" I scold him

Oliver looks over at me confused.

"Riker" I mouth to him

A look of disgust and anger takes over Oliver's face.

"Leigh I'm gonna head home" He says and rushes out slamming my door

I listen as he stomps down the stairs and soon another slam of a door is heard.

"Leigh are you there?" I put my ear back to the phone

"Oh yeah sorry" I apologize

"It's okay. Since the last time we hung out it didn't go well, I was wondering if you wanna try again?"

I started to grin from ear to ear.

"Um sure" I excitedly say

"Okay there's this carnival a little bit down the road from our hotel."

"Oooh okay" I say a little bit too peppy

I mentally scold myself but zone back into the phone call.

"Okay I'll be there in like an hour"

"Okay bye"

As soon as I hang up I rush to the bathroom.

How am I going to shower and get dressed and do my makeup in 1 hour?!

I turn the water on and run back to my room. I grab my undergarments and run back to the bathroom.

I strip down and carefully get in the shower.

I wash my hair and my body and quickly shave to the best of my ability.

I hurriedly get out and dry off.

I slip on my undergarments and go back into my room and shut the door.

Then I go straight to my closet and fling the door open. I look through my small selection of maternity clothes and grab for a plain mint green v-neck t-shirt.

I go to my dresser and open my drawer that holds my shorts.

My hand grabs a pair of dark studded jean shorts randomly but they I decide to just keep them.

I put on the shirt and then the shorts.

I check my phone and see I have only 20 minutes left.

I began to go into my panic mode.

I pull my wet hair to the side into a messy fishtail braid.

I want to rip it out but I know I can't because I don't have time.

Then I go in front of my mirror with my eyeliner, mascara and foundation in hand.

I do just some simple makeup and put on a layer of my babylips.

After I finish I let out a sigh of relief. I have roughly 10 minutes till he comes.

I sit down and my thoughts go back to Oliver and his sudden behavior change.

I know this may sound wrong I feel something different with Oliver.

I feel happiness and my stomach gets butterfly's when he is around.

I blame my hormones. I always used to develop crushes quickly when I was younger but now it's worse.

I know once Oliver finds someone, I'll end up moving on.

Riker is the one I should be liking. Not Oliver.

I open my text messages and get ready to compose a message to Oliver when Riley screams.

Oh my god Riker! How could I be so stupid?!

I jump up and stumble down the stairs.

Once I get to the living room I whip my head around the and see that Riley's not even by the front door.

"Ew ew ew!" I hear her scream

I go into the kitchen and see he smacking the floor with a shoe.

"Dang spider!" She yells

"I'm gonna go visit Oliver" I yell to her and grab my black converse on the way out the door.

As soon as I open the door im met with Riker.

"Oh my gosh I'm sorry but we need to go now!" I drag his arm and pull him towards the car parked out front

Once we get to his car he looks down at me confused.

"It's nothing" I try to avoided his uneasy looks

We both get in the car silently and it soon turns awkward.

"Riker I know that was probably retarded and you probably think I'm a nutjob but I'm not!" I giggle

"Yeah you are a nutjob alright" He chuckled and starts the car.

"To the carnival we go!"

(Unedited)

Sorry this is another short chapter.This chapter and the next chapter are mostly fillers. I decided I'm going to continue this story and I changed the plot so hopefully you guys will like it more once we get to the better parts.