Sandy's p.o.v
I roll over next to Ryan laying in his bed. My hair was a complete mess and my eyes were groggy. I look down and I still had my clothes on..
Phew that was a relief.
I looked up glancing at the ceiling staring out the sky light windows. The sun was shinning through and the birds were chirping. It was a beautiful morning.
I got up, pulling down Ryan's shirt down over my butt. I slipped on his slippers and went down stairs. I walked into the kitchen and ran into Ryan's cleaning lady.
"Oh god" She said loudly.
"I'm sorry I didn't know you were here.. I can go back upstairs so you can finish your cleaning" I said nervously.
"oh no no honey. I'm just surprised to see you here. Ryan talks about you all the time. He said you were married?"
I stuttered a bit, trying to scramble through my mind and make up an excuse.
"You know what. Forget I even asked. I'm just happy to see you here. I know you make Ryan happy."
I smiled a bit and bit the inner part of my cheek.
I was actually going to make some breakfast. Is that okay? I don't want to get in your way
"No go ahead. I'm sure Ryan will love the fact that you made him breakfast."
"So what does he say about me?" I questioned.
"Well, i remember the first time he told me about you. It was a couple days before thanksgiving and I was cleaning his house for the gathering he was having. I asked him if he was having anyone "special" over and he told me no and that it's hard for him to date and become attached to someone again who he truly loves because he still had feelings for a women named Sandra. He told me you guys dated a while back for a long time but some things went wrong and you guys went your own ways and you got married. I didn't know he meant Sandra bullock at the time but all I know is he was truly devastated."
"Wow" is all I could say. I had no clue he loved me so much. Seemed like he was completely DONE with me when we separated. I never would have expected him not to date or even talk to anyone else because of me.
"Oh sweetie" Ryan's cleaning lady shouted with a bit of fear in her voice
I looked up confused, as to why she sounded worried.
Blood started pouring out of my nose.
"Aww come here sweetie. I have a tissue."
I grabbed the tissues and stuck them up my nose.
"Pretty attractive" I heard Ryan say from across the living room. I looked up and giggled as he walked over to me.
"I'll go clean upstairs so you guys can be alone, oh and by the way my names Marry. It was nice meeting you Sandy."
Ryan pulled me in close to him. My hips were leaning up against his body and he was looking down at me wiping the blood from my face.
"Do you get these a lot" Ryan asked.
Umm.. I remember one night I was cooking in the kitchen and my nose started bleeding. It got all over Keanu's white shirt. I felt awful. But that's the last time that's happened.
"Well I don't mean to freak you out or anything Sandy but you might want to see a doctor.sometimes nose bleeds aren't just because your nose is dry. Sometimes there's other things that cause nose bleeds. It's just a suggestion."
Okay yeah. I go for a check up soon so I'll just ask my doctor then!
After Ryan and I ate our breakfast. I headed up stairs to clean up for the day.
"I'm going up stairs to take a shower. Is that okay?" I asked.
"Well I was gonna get in the shower, but...
LAST ONE THERE IS A ROTTEN EGG! Ryan shouted as he jumped off the couch racing me up the stairs. " your such a kid Ryan" I yelled back.
"Oh oh... My chest." I said stopping on the stairs to catch my breath.
"Sandy, sandy are you okay. What's wrong?"
I don't know. I just felt like I couldn't catch my breath... Running up the stairs?
"Sandy that's not normal. I'm telling you. You need to see a doctor" I'm fine I assured him.
I walked into Ryan's bed room and grabbed my phone off the night stand. I had 15 messages from Keanu.
Keanu: "baby I'm sorry. Please come home. We have to talk"
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Our crazy life
FanfictionThere's always ups and downs in people lives, despite the nasty rumors especially when your a celebrity. But everything happens for a reason. Weather that be bad or good... If it happens to be bad, something good will always come out of it.