Ryder & Ryder |on hold|

Chapter 5| 'These ones were most likely diseased or something'|

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Chapter 5|' These ones were most likely diseased or something'|

  "Oh sweet baby Jesus!" I cried as I slapped my hands onto my eyes.

  "Ryder," my father called. "Who's at the door."

  I dropped my hands and looked at the bare boy in front of me with an open mouth. "Uh," I said shakily. "No one! Just some girl trying to sell cookies!"

  "Ooh!" Vinny shouted. "I want some."

  I chuckled nervously. "You probably don't," I said, trailing my eyes over Ryder distastefully. "These ones were most likely diseased or something."

  He glared at me while it was my turn to smirk. I looked over his shoulder to see Ms. Potter, a nosy old lady who liked to put her nose in other people's business and spread gossip around the town. Last year she saw Mitchell and Taylor passing a football when Mitchell threw it too hard and it ended with Taylor getting a black eye. The woman told everyone in our surrounding neighborhood that Mitchell deliberately threw the ball at Taylor so hard that he got a black. Mitchell was crying thinking he had killed him or something. The old bat.

  Ms. Potter had her mouth agape as she watched us and my eyes widened when she pulled out her pterodactyl phone and started calling someone, most likely the cops. I grabbed Ryder and pulled him in, slamming the door just as she pulled out a camera. That woman was weird.

  "That woman is weird." Ryder muttered, taking the words right out of my head and  looking out the window.

  "Ryder," Mom shouted. "Are you finishing your dinner!"

  I glanced at Ryder who was leaning on the door eating one of his cookies that he had yet to offer me. Stingy.

  "Uh– you know what," I said hurriedly  as I pushed Mr. Bare and Glory up the stairs. "I'm just gonna head to bed. Feeling a little woosy. Woo!"

  I stumbled up the stairs after him, opening my door and shoving him through. I locked it and turned back to him. "What the hell?" I hissed. My eyes kept wandering towards the south and I had to physically keep my head at his face. "Why the hell are naked? Wait – why do you have cookies? Can I have one?"

  He smirked and gave me the whole basket as he stretched his body across my bed. Remind me to wash those later. "It was a dare."

  Wait, what? I nodded my head, taking a bite out of a cookie. Goodness these were good. "So you show up at 6 in the evening, naked I might add, to give me a basket of cookies." I said skeptically. Okay sure.

  "Actually," he said, sitting up. "I was out at Roman's and he said that we should give you cookies because he heard that you had a major sweet tooth – which isn't very healthy–"

  "Ryder!"

  "Okay, okay," he muttered. "So we had his mom bake some and while we were walking down here–" the douche paused for a second. "He tackled me and took off my clothes–"

  "Even you underpants?" I asked, still not believing what I'm hearing.

  Ryder snorted. "Who says underpants anymore?"

  My left eye twitched. "Ryder!"

  "Sorry!" he apologized, but didn't look apologetic at all. "Yes, even my underpants. So I ran here and–" Ryder swept his hands across my room. "Here we are now. Funny huh?"

  My right eye twitched. "You're so lucky my family is here," I hissed violently. "Or else–"

  Ryder threw a cookie at me. "Woman, shut up and eat a freaking cookie," He took another one and held it up in the air. "It's your favorite– chocolate chip. Yum."

  I giggled. "Did you just say freaking?"

  He threw me a plain look. "That's all you got from that?"

  I shrugged in response and chewed on my cookie– which was really good. I covered my mouth since I still had chewed up food in it. "Not that I don't like your company," I said, my voice coming out muffled. "But, why are you still here? Naked and while my mother and father are downstairs along with my 4 older brothers. Doesn't that set off some alarms?"

  Ryder thought about it for a second as he covered himself up with my blanket. "Nope, not at all."

  I went to say something when someone knocked on my door. "Ryder," they said. "It's Taylor. I thought we should talk about, you know the other Ry–"

  "Um yeah!" I yelled covering his voice before he could finish his name. "Uh...hold on, I have to... brush my..." Come on Ryder, think! "...feet!" What? Ryder threw me a 'what–are–you–talking–about' look.

  "Go through the window," I whispered urgently, pushing him.

  He made sure no one was outside before starting to use the tree next my house to climb down. Once he was on the ground he looked up. "Now toss the cookie basket." he whispered shouted.

  I snorted and clicked my tongue. "Or nah." And with that I shut my windowsill.

"Who were you talking to?"

I looked behind me to see Taylor standing at my door, looking at me suspiciously.

Damn it.

A/N

Yo! What up my peeps? Hah. I said that to my uncle and he called me an Oreo. I mean if I was an oreo, it would be a peanut butter cookie and then chocolate and vanilla filling with brown sugar. A little bit of everything, ya know? Any who, what'd you guys think of the chapter. Ryder's a little too comfortable around people naked, eh? Don't forget to vote! Oh! And comment below what your peers call you. I'm a smore.

~Nickole