Birdy- Not About Angels.
Rain.
I awoke a few hours later, reaching my hand across to Rocky but the unmade sheets beside me hunted that he had become restless and went downstairs, I sighed deeply and pushed my sleepy body off of the bed. I glanced around for something to put on, in our little session last night 90% of my clothes were removed. I found a pair of sweat pants and one of Rocky's oversized shirts, pulling them on I chuckled at how small I looked in his shirt. I brushed my teeth quickly before making my way downstairs, pulling my hair up neatly.
"Good morning sleepy head," Rydel laughed, did I really sleep that much?
"What time is it?" I questioned, grabbing a glass of orange juice and sitting at one of the high stools, Rydel was dressed and her hair was in a high ponytail, she leaned over the counter with a tea mug tightly held, she rested it against her chin and looked at me. I suddenly became very self conscious and cast my eyes down.
"10:30" she stated, taking a sip of her tea.
"Don't worry, I'm the only one up," she assured me. That's not right...
"Where's Rocky?" I panicked.
"Oh, he went to go get some things for breakfast," she explained, I nodded, I should shower before he gets back.
"How long has he been gone," I questioned, drinking my orange juice in one fast gulp.
"Not long." I placed my glacé into the sink and walked towards the stairs.
"I'll be back soon," I promised.
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My shower was quick and warm, I turned the tap to switch the water on only to be attacked by skin boiling water, I shrieked and jumped away. Once I had gotten out of the shower I dressed myself appropriately in a pair of yoga pants and a loose tank top.
"Rydel, do you have a hair dryer!?" I called. She deposited a pink hair dryer in my hands before swiftly moving back to the kitchen. Once my hair was dry I brushed it out and decided to leave it down.
"Rocky's back!" Rydel yelled. I tried not to rush down the stairs but I walked relatively fast to greet him.
"Morning baby," he said as I reached the door, his arms were filled with bags of groceries and I stood on my tippie toes to peck him on the lips.
"I missed you," I smiled and helped him with the bags. As we emptied the bags the others slowly filed in, none of them looking too pleasant, except for Willow, she was beaming.
"Breakfast should be ready soon," Riker said, he and Rydel were preparing breakfast while the rest of us engaged in small talk.
Dishes of food were placed on the table followed by plates and cutlery. We all began eating, none of us really speaking to one another.
"This is really good guys," I praised. Riker smirked and Rydel thanked me.
"Guys," Willow announced, glancing nervously at Ross.
I turned my head to look at them, taking a sip of orange juice.
"Ross and I are engaged..." She beamed.
I took a deep breath, inhaling the orange juice and began to cough and splutter. I pushed my chair back and placed my head between my knees.
Engaged?
Rocky patted my back a few times before I sat up, everyone at the table had paused what they were doing to stare at Ross and Willow. Ross was continuing to eat while Willow smiled from ear to ear at us.
"Engaged?" Riker repeated. I was at a loss for words, Ross can barely take care of himself and now he wants to get married?
"Ross, you're 18," Rocky stated. Ross looked at Rocky with hate filled eyes.
"You said if I trust myself then go for it!"
"Wait, you knew about this? , and you allowed it?" Riker butted in. Rocky nodded.
"No, Ross, you're not engaged, you're too young," Riker announced.
"Yes I am! I know what I want to do with my life, you can't tell me other wise!" Ross yelled, slamming his fist on the table.
"Ross," I said softly.
"Ross, you need to rethink this," Riker said, clearing his throat.
"Guys who really wants to get married, it's not even that fun," I chuckled, trying to make light of the subject.
"I do!" Willow interjected.
"That's why we're getting married!" Ross yelled.
"No you're not!" Riker demanded, making me flinch.
"I hate you!" Ross yelled and stormed off, Willow following close behind, tears streaming down her face.
"Don't even start! They are too young, and they are not getting married," Riker snapped when Faith opened her mouth to talk. I agreed with Riker but I couldn't help but feel sorry for Willow. Riker stormed to his room, slamming the door, everyone gradually left their positions to think about this and I helped Rydel clean.
A/N
Short filler chapter cuz idk.
Hope you enjoy, I deleted some chapters, such as notices, examples, so I no longer have 3k reads, I have 2.9 so can we get back to 3k <33
//R
