Nephilim

24

Ryder's P.O.V.- Later that night.

"I don't think we should go out," Jack states quietly, peeking around a doorway to see the adults arguing. Tony was gone yet again, taking Peter back to New York. Bruce decided to go with, saying that if he finds anything in the data he'd taken from the computer he'd contact us.

I let out a sigh, turning to face the rest of the group, "I guess he's right. I'm sorry buddy, I really wanted to take you out tonight."

He smiles, "Don't be sorry. I would much rather watch a movie with Mason. Like a date. Does that sound good?" He asks Mason, his eyeshadow, which I'm pretty sure he borrowed from my uncle, glittering in the light.

"Definitely. Maybe we all could have little dates. I mean, two dates and whatever Kirstin and Ryder are going to do. Jack and I watch a movie, you guys do you. See you in the morning, Asshats." Mason jokes, tugging on Jack's sleeve slightly. Avery and Andi don't say anything as they head in the opposite direction.

I turn around again, seeing Kirstin leaning against the door, dressed in a normal outfit for her, a flannel pulled over a tank top and black jeans. She had her shoes, which she colored herself, on her feet, "You wanna listen to this some more, or go do something."

Her eyebrows furrow for a moment, holding her finger up for a second before sighing, "They have more people in there. We're probably gonna talk about what Crowley told us in the morning. It's clearly awful news, that your uncle is alive. I mean, he was awful, from what I heard."

"Come on. We can freak out in the morning. I believe I was promised to spend time with you." I hold out my hand, waiting for her to take it. She slowly grabs it before being pulled into my chest, earning a hushed giggle.

"Alright, alright. Grab your art stuff and meet me in my room in ten minutes, I'm gonna change." I roll my eyes, a smile on my face so she knows I'm joking.

"You're such a girl. Changing two times in a row." She pushes my head, taking off running down the hallway.

"Ten minutes!"

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As promised ten minutes later, Kirstin was standing in a long guys shirt, and shorts on. She had most of the shirt pulled back into a hair tie to make it look like it fit, so it took me a second to figure out that it was mine. She was wearing my shirt. I think I finally figured out why I love that so much. Without thinking I lean down and kiss her softly, letting my hand rest gently on her cheek by shifting the stuff in my hands to one arm.

She's laughing when I pull back, gesturing for me to come inside. "I thought you weren't going to kiss me?" She closes the door, facing it as she speaks. Turning around and walking toward her desk, she drags a chair from a vanity that was covered in pictures..

I sit next to.her, setting my stuff out on the opposite end as her, "I tried. I didn't kiss you when I saw you in that cute outfit earlier. I just couldn't help myself right now. I mean, you're wearing my shirt. And I'm about ninety-nine percent sure you aren't wearing a bra under it." She smiles down at her sketchbook, eyes lighting up as she closes it, passing it to me.

"Wanna trade? You look through mine I look through yours? And nope, no bra. Does that bother you? I can put one on, you'll just have to step out for a minute." I hand her my art book as she asks the first question, dropping my head back as I think of the fact that the only thing between me and her naked chest is the thin fabric of my shirt.

I groan quietly into the night air, "That does a lot of things to me, but bothering is not one of them." She laughs before opening my book, looking through the sketches. I already knew that most of the first ones are of Livvy, there are a few of Ty and the rest of the Blackthorn clan. Their names were written on the bottom corner of the back side, along with the dates.