Dear Diane, Dina, Dia, Dari, Dakora, Daughter,
Your dad and I went out for some more weed. We ran low. If the cops come, we're out shopping for some clothes for ya'. You know the drill.
-Mom
I rolled my eyes and crumbled the note up, tossing it in a dusty corner. Back to Ri's...
I headed back outside, half stumbling. Pain was shooting up through my leg. I don't know why I felt pain in my leg. My mom didn't hurt me there tonight. Oh, it was probably from Thursday.
I reached Rian's house again and climbed right back up through the window. He almost shut his window, but I rolled in just in time. H esmirked and put his hands on his hips casually.
"Well... it's a nice thing to see my- how did you put it again? Ah- number one fan once again tonight. Tell me now," Ri began, crouching down and winking, "how would you like one night in paradise with the infamous Rian Dreamer?" I flushed and stood up like a jet.
"I wouldn't and I don't," I replied, fighting back my laughs. Nobody would do that with Ri... well, except for those depserate chicks; Tammy, Greta, Emma, Brooke, Tessa... Yeah, let's just exclude them, please. Especially Emma.
He stood up and pouted, his chocolate eyes sparkling with those irresisitable golden flecks. "And here I was just thinking that we were that friendly," he teased. I rolled my eyes.
"Alright, Ri. Where's my bag? I have to change," I explained. He jerked his thumb backwards towards one of his bean bag chairs.
I have slept over at Ri's house a thousand times. One day, his mom decided that I was always welcome to spend the night. So, I have a bag packed with clothes for a couple days and pajamas along with some other things that don't need to be mentioned.
I loked through my bag and frowned. All I had were a pair of pajama shorts from Old Navy I think. No shirts were there that I could use to match these dumb gray shorts...
"Need something?" Rian asked with a satisfied smirk. I glared at him.
"Yes, in fact. I need a shirt," I explained to him, sighing. He closed his yees. Smug... arrogant little... ugh!
"It's cool. You don't have to wear a shirt, you know," he joked. I blushed and shook my head furiously.
"Rian Ashton Dreamer! I am wearing a shirt!" I squealed as quietly as I could. He chuckled. My heart nearly melted at his laugh. It was perfection. Er, of course in the guy friend way, you know?
He tossed me one of his shirts and I headed into his bathroom. I tugged off my dirty white off-the-shoulder shirt and peeled off my gray skinny jeans and UGG look-a-likes. I washed the makeup off my face and smirked at my reflection in the mirror. Frowning, I poked at a few freckles on my nose. How did they get there? I pulled on the shorts and the shirt which was a red long sleeved shirt that covered my shorts. Completely covered my shorts, I should say. Frowning and sighing, I exited the bathroom. Rian laughed a little bit when I came back into his room. I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? What's so funny?" I hissed. He grinned.
"You look so adorable and vulnerable!" he teased. I playfully slugged his arm.
He grinned cockily and we wrestled for a bit in the air, laughing the whole time, until he pinned me on his bed. I laughed and fought against his grasp on my wrists, growling. We calmed down after a few minutes and we just stared into each other's eyes. His eyelids began to flutter shut along with my heart beats.
What?! I've only ever kissed someone like once before and I was terrible at it! Ri, please don't do this! We can't do this! I don't want to ruin our friendship!

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RomanceDakota never had life easy. Her parents were abusive drug addicts and always beat her senseless. She never had real friends expected for one. Rian, he was the popular jock that ever girl would die to have. Calling the cops on her parents drug dealer...