The ball of my fist rubbed my eye staring at the limp short haired girl in the arms of a man, carrying her like a bride. I wonder what she'd be like if awake. My gaze beginning to fade, falling into the warmth beside me.
"You know..." a voice called out in the darkness, "I think 'im kinda cute." I eyelids lighten against the heavy fall. Whu...
"They are kinda cute," another answered across the way.
"Oh, yeah." The first went on, "Marissa is too."
"Wait? You only meant Ryan?" responded the second.
"Well... yeah?" said the first.
"Mmm... you're not exactly wrong," a third chimed in, "He's got a cute appearance but he's kinda... out to lunch." Mmm...
"I get yeh," the fourth agreed, "Even if you're straight up with the fella, doesn't seem to exactly process in the noggin."
"I agree to them that," the second backed.
"Where are these guest rooms? Marissa..." the third went on.
"She's out," the body beside me spoke for the first time, "They shouldn't be hard to find, open 'em doors and look for beds."
"Alright," the lot called back.
A soft door creaked in the background followed by a brief murmur of words. A warm touch slid under my legs, my feet dangled in the air and then easing into a tender cacoon. "Cute. huh?" his question broke the sea off thoughtlessness. "We might be in trouble."
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FanfictionArriving at a restricted resort as the final stop for the Cutts' several months long family vacation, Ryan Cutts is on the verge of recovery from the many misfortunes of a weak immune system. With the puzzling yet fortunate convenience of having a h...
