The Cliché Cupid ||COMPLETED||✔

Chapter 14- What Is He Trying To Be?! Edward Cullen?

I open my eyes and I see a dark room. Groggily rubbing my eyes I sit up and check the time.

8:45 am.

Fuck! It shouldn't be so cold. Shivering, I rub my palms over my arms.

Getting out of bed is a task. The bed is warm, comfortable, soft and fluffy. I don't want to ever leave, but I sadly have to.

I brush my teeth, take a shower and get dressed in a warm sweater and leggings. For my feet, I wear the fluffiest pair of socks I own. I go down for breakfast.

Aiden is nowhere to be seen, so he either must be at the gym or sleeping. Kyle is sprawled on the couch, a bowl of popcorn lying on the floor, with half its contents spilled.
Idiots.

Ryder must be sleeping in Kyle's room because he isn't downstairs.

I head into the kitchen and start making breakfast.

I hum while mixing the pancake batter, somewhat dancing to the song "No Lies".

I make two pancakes for me, and eat them with some hot chocolate.

Today is somewhat of a relax day, so probably I'll just chill and eat lots of food.

Just as I am about to head upstairs to my room with my hands full of all the junk that I can possibly lay my hands on, Ryder comes into the kitchen.

He is shirtless and his hair is disheveled and he carries a towel in his hand.

Drops of water fall from his hair that's flopped somewhat over his face. His abs are glistening with water under the sunlight and he almost seems to sparkle.

What is he trying to be? Edward Cullen?!

Poor guy, Robert. Forces to act in twilight. Okay, we are going off topic here.

Ryder stares at me and I realise that I must look weird. Standing in the middle of the kitchen, with hands full of food, staring at him like he is a piece of cotton candy. I know, great analogy!

"Take a picture it'll last longer," Ryder taunts grabbing some water,"and is that drool that I see on your face?"
Seriously, does this guy live on water? I have seen him eating like only thrice.

"Please, I was trying to understand how can such you roam so freely since being that ugly is a crime." I retort childishly.

But what I actually wanted to say was, 'looking so good should be a crime.'
He smiles smugly at me, not believing a word I said. Honestly I wouldn't either if was him.

"Whatever you say princess," he says in between sips, "oh and we are going to the carnival today, so dress accordingly."

By now my arms are hurting with the weight of food, so I place them on the counter top and place a hand on my hip.

"What?! No. I won't come. I am extremely busy today." I whine.

"Busy doing what? Eating your weight in junk food and hoping you had a better social life? No offence."

"My social life is none of your business."

"It is now. And don't forget your bucket list, we'll discuss that today." he says smoothly.

I am flabbergasted. How does he know? Only Kyle knows. What the heck!

I am too shocked to realise that he ushers me up the stairs and to my room. Shaking my head and cursing his cheekiness, I grab the bucket list and grab my phone and some money.
Twenty minutes later a knock on the door snaps me our of my reading stupor. I get up and open the door, to come face to face- er chest with Ryder.