The distressed love

Chapter 8: 21 Questions

Ryland's p.o.v.:

The sun beamed into my room heating up my skin, giving me a nice big kiss on my cheek and neck.
I groaned and turned my face away from the sunlight feeling cold instantly.

The bed moved with me, yawning followed right after making me shoot my eyes open faster then I could take a breath. I looked at Marchaney sitting up on the bed with the pills still in hand and his head tilted to the side. His breathing was even, telling me he was still sleeping.

I shook his hand once and then twice, hoping he would wake up. I sat up on the bed looking at his tattoos, wanting to trace the beautiful marks that caressed his body like paint on a brush making a beautiful picture on a canvas. He turned his head eyes still closed making me scoot back a bit, he yawned again and opened his eyes.

Faintly smiling at me, I returned it. That's what we've seem to be doing a lot lately, smiling. Seeming I openly let him into my home and knew nothing about this mysterious human being. Something about him made me want to know him, I wanted to help him. I wanted to get closer to him and that scared me. I had just met him.

He looked around and shook his head. He looked at me once again and then down at the pills in his hand. He stood up, stretching his back again. He winced and left the room. I heard him open a cabinet and the water turn on. Pots and pans along with utensils seemed to be moving around. Getting up I wondered what he was doing but I doubled over in pain as the cramping took over me again. I decided to take a nice long hot shower, seeming that was always the cure next to taking ibuprofen and sleeping.

I played 'To the moon by Phora' since I was in that kind of mood today. I sung along with the song and smiled to myself. I took my shower, washing my hair and scrubbing my body with nice Japanese cherry blossom scented soap. Once I was done I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I put on a face mask letting it sit on my face for fifteen minutes.

I felt the tingly sensation around my eyes, forehead and cheeks. The fifteen minutes were up and I washed my face off with nice warm water soon moisturizing my face with a soothing lotion. I blow dried my hair and put it up in it's usual pony tail. I never did anything fancy with my hair because it was just me, my self and I.

I smelled bacon coming from the kitchen which made my mouth water in hunger and excitement. I put on my underclothes, my shorts and a baseball T-shirt. I walked to the kitchen with a smile on my face, Marchaney turned around with a grin on his face as he nodded his head at the food he proudly made.

"I hope you don't mind, I made you breakfast. You seemed really sick last night so I wanted to help you." He looked at me with a sheepish smile

"Thank you Marchaney..."I said with a happy heart, his name is too long I need to give him a nickname. "I need to give you a nickname, it's too long for me to say!" I started laughing at him with the look he adapted on his face. I wanted to fill in the silence of smiles.

"I never had a nickname before so I can't help you with that but I can call you 'Ry' since it's the beginning of your name" he stated it matter of factly still making breakfast.

'I like that name' I thought in my head. His French accent wasn't too strong so it seemed he has been living in the U.S for quite some time.

"How about we get to know each other, like 21 questions but unlimited? We can answer whatever we want and ask whatever we want." I said getting excited to know this mysterious man in front of me, making my favorite breakfast consisting of pancakes and bacon with apple juice.

I continued... "... if you feel uncomfortable with the question asked, you do not have to answer it." I looked him in the eyes and he looked back.

"Sure, you start first." He said putting the delicious food on the plates and carrying them to the table. We both sat down and the questioning began.

"What's Your full name?" I asked him waiting for my response

"Marchaney Lucerida Kim, yours?" He asked taking a bite of his bacon

"Ryland Reneè Warm" I gleamed

"How old are you?" He asked curious

" I'm 19, you?" I know I'm young but life hits at no age limit.

"23." He stated quickly

"When is your birthday?...mine is August 23rd."

"November 17th" he smiled at me.

I just realized I was done eating. So I went for more, call me glutinous all you want... food is food and it's meant to be eaten.

"Cats or Dogs" He asked bluntly, What? What kind of quest-

"Dogs." I love dogs, cats are cute only when they are babies.

My phone began to ring from the back... my room. I excused my self and got up. Walking to the back of the room I saw I had a missed call from Theo. Uh-oh.

Dang it ! I looked at the time and it was going on 10:00 a.m.. What am I doing ?! I'm supposed to be at the gym right now, he's going to kill me. The match is tomorrow and I'm here eating pancakes and bacon with a complete stranger.